Chapter 59 He knew perfectly well what they wanted in return, but...
He certainly knew the reason, but even if he told her, how could she understand?
Such despicable and filthy methods should be avoided.
"Don't worry, it won't be hot in a little while."
The man's face was gloomy, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was as gentle as possible.
His heart was filled with raging anger, his face was ashen, but the person in his arms made it impossible for him to be indifferent.
The anger in his heart and the pity and heartache for the little girl in his arms were intertwined and almost tore him in two.
Jiang Zhuoying's vision was a little blurry. She stared dazedly at the sharply defined jawline, and suddenly, without warning, her whole body shuddered.
He tightened his grip around her waist.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Qi Fan asked softly, only to temporarily soothe her unease.
He knew in his heart that being drugged with that kind of medicine would naturally make him feel unwell.
But she snuggled closer to him, her voice already weak: "Second Prince, I'm cold."
cold?
The man's expression changed drastically. Why did he feel cold?
Just then, they arrived at the gate of the villa. As they stepped out of the gate, they heard an urgent voice behind them.
"Your Highness, Third Prince? Please wait a moment."
Qi Fan didn't slow his pace, nor did he turn his head as he boarded the carriage.
Ah Liu turned around and stopped the person. He looked at him coldly and saw that it was the same person who had greeted guests at the door earlier.
Seeing Qi Fan walk away, the man paused, and his expression towards Ah Liu was not good either.
"What does the Third Prince mean by this?" His tone was not respectful.
Ah Liu, with a stern face and no words, asked, "And who are you? How dare you question His Highness's intentions?"
The man paused, wanting to take another step forward, but Ah Liu, though she had already turned her back, seemed to have eyes in the back of her head and instinctively raised her arm to block him.
The man behind her was shaken by the force of her movements and took two steps back.
"Get out of here."
Without her master's permission, she couldn't say anything more.
The carriage wheels were already rolling forward, and she calmly used her light-footed skills to catch up.
Inside the carriage.
Jiang Zhuoying was completely weak and couldn't sit up on her own.
Qi Fan pulled her into a seat and held her close to his chest.
Chu Yixin was outside the carriage, which had already started its journey back to the mansion.
The man looked down at the dark hair on the top of his head, which was already messy and the hairpin on it was about to fall off.
Annoyed by what he saw, he casually pulled her hair ornament out of her hair and tossed it aside.
Her black hair cascaded down her arms like a waterfall.
"Are you still feeling cold?"
The little girl's earlier cry of "cold" still bothered him.
Jiang Zhuoying was in a daze, her mind was quite unclear, and she had almost forgotten about this matter.
Suddenly hearing someone ask her again, the sticky, constricting feeling, the stuffy and hot sensation, instantly returned, even more unbearable than before.
The hot, soft body in his arms suddenly struggled violently, like a slick, burning body in a pool of water, suddenly breaking free from his grasp and plunging straight down.
Qi Fan's brow twitched, and he quickly bent down and scooped the person up.
Strong arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist, and Jiang Zhuoying fell into a solid chest once again, making her dizzy.
She was nearly unconscious, and it took all her strength to maintain basic composure for so long.
Her slender fingertips trembled slightly, and upon closer inspection, the originally fair skin on her fingertips had turned slightly red from the heat.
She suddenly started pulling hard at her clothes, her rounded fingernails unconsciously scratching her neck.
The veins on the man's temples throbbed as he raised his hand and grabbed her wrists together.
With just one hand, he could firmly hold her two slender wrists in his palm.
Qi Fan lowered his eyes and gently touched her clothes. Her once delicate and smooth neck was now covered with crisscrossing scratches, so red that it alarmed him, and in some places there were even signs of slight skin breakage.
"What are you touching?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Ugh... I want to change my clothes, I feel so uncomfortable..."
Her words lacked logic, but they were enough for Qi Fan to deduce some of the truth from them.
His face was frighteningly dark, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he pulled open the outer garment at his neck with one hand, immediately revealing the damp inner garment underneath.
In just a moment, he figured out the ins and outs of it all.
A storm brewed in his chilling gaze: "Someone come here."
...
Ah Liu entered the carriage and helped Jiang Zhuoying change out of her soaked undergarments.
There were no extra clothes prepared beside him, so he used his original outer garment as an inner garment, and then wrapped another layer of Qi Fan's outer garment on top of that.
The girl, curled up on the cushion, was trembling all over, and Ah Liu's eyes reddened with guilt.
Miss Jiang didn't understand, but she did.
She had received so much training since childhood, so why did she lose her vigilance at such a critical moment?
She had wronged Miss Jiang.
"I'm sorry, Miss Jiang." Her voice was hoarse.
Jiang Zhuoying had lost consciousness; the string of reason in her mind had snapped completely.
In her daze, her mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, yet they were all jumbled together, so she could only act on instinct.
She needed to get information from the Second Prince; she needed to know the truth about her mother's death.
She wanted to avenge her mother and give her father and brother an explanation.
"Second, Second Prince, Second Prince... He wants, he wants an explanation," the curled-up girl murmured.
Ah Liu crouched down and leaned close to his ear: "What did you say, Miss Jiang?"
After holding his breath and listening for a while, Ah Liu decisively got up and lifted the carriage curtain: "Master, Miss Jiang has been calling for you."
Qi Fan's heart skipped a beat. As he bent down to enter the carriage, he casually asked, "Why did you call me?"
“This… she said she wants you to give her an explanation.” Ah Liu lowered his head.
The man paused, glanced at her, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "You go out first."
"yes."
Ah Liu then left the carriage, and Qi Fan took two steps forward and pulled her into his arms just like before.
With a force that is both inescapable and relatively gentle.
He stared down at the girl, whose eyes were already closed and who occasionally flinched, his expression complex and unpredictable.
The girl in his arms suddenly trembled. Qi Fan steadied her with one hand and gently patted her back with the other. His voice was cold, but softer than usual.
"Still feeling unwell?"
"Be good, just bear with it a little longer."
Jiang Zhuoying vaguely felt that the hand holding her was strong and firm. This person was gentle with her and patiently coaxing her.
Such a tone, both powerful and gentle.
It seemed to be comforting her father during her illness.
She opened her eyes halfway, but the face she saw was not the one she had imagined—her father's face.
This face was younger and more stern than her father's.
No, no, no, Jiang Zhuoying shook her head to herself. Father is more handsome. Father is the most handsome.
Qi Fan saw her shaking her head repeatedly, and his brows slowly furrowed. There was no doctor beside him at the moment, and he didn't know what symptoms this was.
It seemed to be somewhat different from the medicine he had imagined.
He shielded Jiang Zhuoying's head, applying slight pressure to prevent her from shaking her head with her own strength.
But the girl lying on her back in his arms suddenly had tears in her eyes, her eyes full of accusation and grievance.
His brow twitched suddenly, and he lowered his voice to divert her attention.
"What explanation do you want?"
"What explanation?" The girl's pupils dilated slightly, and she repeated the question blankly.
"Hmm, tell me more about it?"
"Tell me more details?" Jiang Zhuoying murmured.
Her gaze lingered, moving from top to bottom, slowly descending from his sharply defined jawline until it reached the shoulder of her nestled in his arms.
Her already hazy eyes were now filled with even more grievance, and she struggled slightly: "Let go a little."
So obedient and pitiful, Qi Fan naturally yielded to her.
Following the little girl's wishes, he loosened his grip a bit more.
Jiang Zhuoying moved slightly, and her hands were now able to move freely again.
Qi Fan then watched as she unhesitatingly pulled down the hem of her right shoulder, revealing a slight blush on her smooth, delicate shoulder.
The man froze, then averted his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse: "What are you doing?"
Her sleeve was tugged, followed by a girl's soft voice: "Look."
"..." His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
"How are you going to explain this if you don't look at it?" Her tone was already somewhat relentless.
Qi Fan: "..."
He pursed his lips, his voice low and husky: "I can give it to you without even looking."
Jiang Zhuoying tilted her head and glanced at the finger-length scar on her shoulder.
She narrowed her eyes, and then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she reached out and pinched the man's chin, forcing him to turn his head.
"No! You have to see it! Today!"
Jiang Zhuoying only had a little strength; if Qi Fan was unwilling, she naturally couldn't do anything to him.
When the person turned away, she turned her head and pointed to the scar on her shoulder, speaking with conviction.
"You saw it?"
She spoke slowly and deliberately, her words a little disjointed, but the meaning became clear after a moment's thought.
“Zhuozhuo, I saved you, because you are yours… so I saved you.”
"...confess."
She repeated those two words again, even though she was already out of her mind, she subconsciously knew that this was something she had to do.
Qi Fan frowned slightly, his dark eyes fixed intently on the scar on her shoulder.
It was about the length of a finger, and a light pink color.
The color wasn't dark to begin with, but because of Jiang Zhuoying's fair skin, the light blush became more noticeable.
The bright red stain in the pool water was linked to that little face covered in sweat from the pain.
When she first appeared in his mansion, she was weak and timid, prone to crying, and could faint at the slightest breeze.
When did the obedient and timid little maid gradually come to life?
She dared to call him "Second Prince Brother" and even argued with him...
He was so much older than her, and he prided himself on being cautious and steady in his words and actions, never revealing his true feelings.
But now he has to admit that from the first moment he saw her, he was already in a daze, and since keeping her by his side, he has become completely uncontrollable.
Since I've already decided to have her, what harm is there in taking a look at the scar?
"Speak up! Did you see that?"
A slight force tugged at his clothes, her tone both spoiled and stubborn.
"Yes, I see it."
His voice sounded less cool and more muffled than usual.
"...What about an explanation?"
In fact, she herself did not know what she was saying; she was just instinctively trying to continue the conversation.
Jiang Zhuoying turned her head to look at the scar on her shoulder, which suddenly started to itch intermittently.
Only then did they realize that the man's fingertip had touched the light-colored scar without their noticing.
His fingertips, already rough, caressed the reddish mark from the inside out.
A tingling, itchy sensation made Jiang Zhuoying flinch and tremble uncontrollably.
His fingertips felt like they were on fire, making her scar burn...
She kept shrinking into Qi Fan's arms, the unfamiliar yet unbearable feeling filling her with fear.
Her slender fingertips gripped his collar: "No..."
If she looked up at that moment, she would see a pair of dark eyes looking down at her, dark and frighteningly sharp.
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