Chapter 89 Stinginess Recalling the other day at the villa, the little girl pretended...
Recalling the girl's feigned timidity and obedience at the villa a few days ago, and comparing it to her spoiled and willful behavior today, even the usually calm and composed man couldn't help but smile slightly.
The person in his arms suddenly trembled without warning, and Qi Fan's thoughts were instantly jolted back to normal.
Looking down, I saw that the little girl had buried her face in the blankets at some point.
He reached out to lift her face, but his hand was wet with moisture.
The man's expression tightened, and without caring about waking her, he picked her up.
Upon seeing her face clearly, Qi Fan's breathing became slightly labored, and he felt a tightness in his chest that almost made him suffocate.
Jiang Zhuoying hadn't slept at all; she just waited for the pain in her abdomen to intensify. Eventually, she bit her lip tightly and curled up into a ball, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.
"A-Zhuo?"
Jiang Zhuoying opened her eyes with difficulty, her voice barely audible: "Ugh..."
For some unknown reason, she suddenly burst into tears, even though she was covered in cold sweat.
"I've lied to you so much, is God punishing me... Waaah, even though I lied to you, I never meant to hurt you..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Qi Fan's face darkened instantly. He pinched her cheeks, turned around, lifted the bed curtains, and called someone in.
"Second Prince, brother."
The man tightened his arms around her waist: "Mmm."
"Actually, I've wanted to apologize to you for a long time, but you've never given me the chance. I didn't just lie to you about faking my death."
Qi Fan lowered his eyes and saw that she was covered in sweat from the pain, her small face a mixture of tears and sweat, she looked really pitiful.
"We'll talk about it later."
Jiang Zhuoying shook her head. She didn't want to hold it in any longer. She wanted to start things properly with him, a start without deception.
However, the group of people who barged in from outside did not give her the chance to confess.
Chu Yixin happened to have invited the imperial physician, who was able to take Jiang Zhuoying's pulse.
As the newly appointed Crown Princess, Jiang Zhuoying was not to be neglected by the Imperial Medical Academy, which immediately dispatched its best physicians to the area.
...
"Your Majesty's health is not seriously affected. It is only because she has been worrying too much and overworking recently that she is in unbearable pain. Let this old minister prepare a pain-relieving decoction to help her recover."
Qi Fan waved for the group to leave. Xiangyue and Xiangxing were reluctant to leave, turning back every few steps, but they were the last to close the door.
The man lowered his eyes, and the girl with her tightly furrowed brows had somehow already wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Let me tell you."
Jiang Zhuoying knew in her heart that this was the perfect opportunity to confess. While the man felt sorry for her, she could act coquettishly and sincerely admit her mistake.
Who knows when such an opportunity will come again?
Father and Chengyun will be back soon, so it's best to resolve the rift between them as soon as possible.
Qi Fan grasped her forearm; it was so thin that it seemed as if he could break it with just a little force.
He subconsciously loosened his grip and said, "Since you're not feeling well, you should rest first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the force in his waist and abdomen tightened again.
Jiang Zhuoying tried to raise her head and saw that Qi Fan was also looking down at her, his dark eyes reflecting her face.
His expression remained as calm as ever, but he no longer appeared cold.
She knew perfectly well that this guy had only changed his attitude because he saw that she was upset. If she didn't apologize properly, he might ignore her again tomorrow.
She wasn't intimidated by his cold expression: "Brother Crown Prince, please do as I say..."
Qi Fan met her gaze, which was almost pleading.
Peach blossom eyes are inherently charming, but Jiang Zhuoying was pampered growing up, so her eyes were not tainted with any vulgarity, but clear and bright.
"What are you calling me for?" His eyes were deep, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
“Crown Prince Brother,” Jiang Zhuoying insisted, “you were originally A-Zhuo’s second prince brother, and now you’ve been promoted again, haven’t you?”
"I haven't had a chance to congratulate Your Highness on achieving your wish. As the Crown Prince and Ah Zhuo's husband, you will surely love Ah Zhuo even more than before."
Am I right?
"Crown Prince?"
Jiang Zhuoying used almost every trick in the book, bringing out all the coquettishness she had when she was a child with her parents.
These words made her cheeks flush slightly, and she unconsciously lowered her eyes, no longer daring to meet the other person's cold gaze.
It's somewhat embarrassing...
But despite uttering these pleasing words, the voice she had anticipated did not come.
She was puzzled and felt uncomfortable in her current position. Just as she was about to sit up, someone pressed her head against the top of her head with their palm.
"Don't be impatient."
Jiang Zhuoying: "..."
It's a complete injustice. Where did she get agitated?
Before she could object, she was tucked into bed, her limbs wrapped in blankets, leaving only her fair face exposed.
The first thing you see is the man's dark, narrow eyes: "Looks like it doesn't hurt anymore."
Jiang Zhuoying: "..."
She's said so much, can't she stop rambling on about other things?
"Tell me, I'm listening, let's see just how many things A-Zhuo has lied to me about."
Jiang Zhuoying swallowed hard, her two hands wrapped in the blankets slowly twisting together as she began to seriously recall her first meeting with Qi Fan.
She carefully chose her words and slowly began, "The scars on my arm are fake, and the identity of Jiang Zhuo is also fake... and then..."
She carefully observed the man's expression, her mind preoccupied with the matter of Zhuozhuo.
Seeing that the other person's expression hadn't changed at all, she gritted her teeth and said, "And there's the matter of being injured while saving Zhuozhuo!"
The man narrowed his eyes slightly.
Jiang Zhuoying quickly added, "It's true! It's just that I spoke with Wujiu first..."
It took her almost half an hour just to reveal that she had lied to Qi Fan.
Seeing the man's face grow darker and darker, and even a hint of disbelief appear in his eyes, before finally turning into a cold and indifferent expression.
Jiang Zhuoying felt increasingly guilty, but since she had already said all that, she couldn't leave anything unsaid and risk it becoming a future problem.
So she gritted her teeth and reflected on herself from beginning to end, and then tried to reach out and grab someone's sleeve.
But at this moment, her limbs were wrapped in the blankets and she couldn't move at all.
So all she could do was open her teary, peach-blossom eyes.
"I have deceived you in many ways in the past, but I never intended to deceive your feelings. I only wanted to become your personal maid, to use your influence, and to leave after I had investigated the affairs of the Duke of Rui's mansion."
Her words were full of innocence, and she had done her best to clear herself of any wrongdoing.
How could she have imagined that this person would suddenly become interested in her?
The man met those innocent, alluring eyes, his expression inscrutable.
The little girl revealed more than he had previously obtained by using that incense.
He was momentarily at a loss for words, happy that she had almost nothing to hide from him, but angry that it had all been a deception from beginning to end.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Jiang Zhuoying had already secretly peeked out from under the covers and carefully placed her arm on the back of his hand.
She slightly curled her fingertips and gently scratched the prominent veins on the back of someone's hand before uttering the words she had been preparing for a long time.
“Brother Crown Prince, you are angry with me, asking if I think I can easily manipulate you. How could I possibly have that ability?”
"Now that I've confessed all the wrong things I've done in the past, let's call it even, shall we? I promise I'll be a good Crown Princess to you from now on."
"Can you give me another chance? Hmm?"
She applied a little pressure with her fingertips, digging into the gaps between her fingers, which were several shades darker than her own, and tried to hold his hand tightly.
However, her hands were too small, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't completely wrap the back of the other person's hand, failing to achieve the effect she had envisioned.
"To be a good Crown Princess?"
The man looked at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
Jiang Zhuoying nodded, her expression quite serious: "Your Highness may not know, but I have been intelligent since childhood, and I am proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I am well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, and I am also exceptionally courageous. I am sure I can share Your Highness's burdens."
Upon hearing this, a hint of a smile finally appeared in the man's usually cold eyes.
"This is the first time I've ever seen someone praise me like this."
Jiang Zhuoying: "..."
Her good qualities don't disappear just because she doesn't say them aloud, which shows that she understands the man's attitude, and she's passed this test.
With that, she felt much more at ease.
The slippery little hand that was covering the back of his hand slipped into his palm in an instant, and the fingertips scratched it.
"Your Highness is so kind."
"My husband is so good."
"Brother Crown Prince is so kind."
...
Soon after, Chu Yixin brought over a medicinal soup specially prepared for Jiang Zhuoying. When he got to her, he exclaimed, "Ouch!"
"Your Highness, please wait a moment while I fetch the candied fruit."
This was a good opportunity for Jiang Zhuoying to show off. Without thinking, she stopped Chu Yixin, held the dark medicine bowl in both hands, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
This exhilarating feeling left Chu Yixin stunned.
"Ahem... With Your Highness by my side, I find this medicine not only not bitter, but rather quite sweet."
The gentle tone of the voice immediately brightened Chu Yixin's eyes, and he quickly glanced at his master's expression.
Hey, I've got it!
Now we have everything, don't we?
He left happily, not wanting to disturb the newlyweds any longer.
Chu Yixin once again admired his own judgment. From the first moment Jiang Yatou appeared before him, he sensed that she was no ordinary person.
This Crown Princess is truly capable!
Not long after Chu Yixin left, Jiang Zhuoying fell into a deep sleep, relieved that half of her major concerns were resolved. The remaining issue was her father and younger brother's return to Luojing.
She can rest for a while now.
Although she was already fast asleep, Qi Fan kept gently rubbing her abdomen.
The girl in my eyes had soft, delicate eyebrows, and the shadows cast by her eyelashes were like butterfly wings. A few strands of hair clung to her cheeks, and her gentle breaths made them sway lightly.
Qi Fan lowered his eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, a smile that even he himself was unaware of.
This is just fine as it is.
Little did they know that this day would be one of the most obedient days for the Crown Princess from that day forward.
*
Two days later.
Jiang Zhuoying leaned back on the soft couch, eating pomegranates, while holding in her hand the most popular storybook on the market at the time, which the servants in the mansion had specially bought to please her.
She was covered with a rabbit fur blanket, without embroidered shoes, and her legs were curled up on the soft couch. Whenever she saw an exciting scene, her feet would wriggle around under the blanket.
For example, it is currently written in a storybook.
"The spirit of the deceased woman quietly entered the lattice window and stood silently before the bed, her eyes glaring angrily at the couple making love on the bed..."
Jiang Zhuoying's legs trembled, and her toes suddenly kicked forward—
"Hiss~"
She paused, a little guilty: "I didn't mean to."
Her ankle was immediately grabbed, and she couldn't pull it back in time.
The man turned his head, his voice slightly deep: "You've kicked me sixteen times today alone, and that's the only reason you have?"
"Why are you still counting? That's so stingy," the girl muttered under her breath.
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