Since that day, Li Yunyan has ignored Chu Xingmo for four days.
Chu Xingmo gently stroked the pages of the book in his hand, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards her.
Today she wore a pomegranate-red satin dress embroidered with butterflies and clouds, the vibrant color highlighting her fair skin and rosy lips. Her hair was styled in a half-up bun, with large swathes of her dark hair cascading down her back.
A few strands of her hair, rather mischievous, were blown onto her face by the breeze outside the window, obscuring her lips and nose.
The gentle breeze disturbed her peace, and she would occasionally brush a strand of hair away with the pen. As her head swayed, the smooth, lustrous pearls on her earlobes would sway and radiate a warm glow.
Her every move captivated his attention.
Chu Xingmo had never known before that she was so beautiful and charming.
At this moment, he even envied the calligraphy brush in her hand, at least it could be held by her slender hands, unlike himself, who couldn't even get a glance from her.
Thinking of this, Chu Xingmo was horrified!
What kind of nonsense is he thinking?
Why would a dignified emperor compare himself to a writing brush?
He sighed almost imperceptibly, his fingers tapping lightly on the rim of the glass, the rhythm revealing a subtle hint of irritation.
After a moment, he coughed softly, stood up, and stretched his arms and legs by the window.
His eyes swept over her, and finding that she wasn't paying attention, he strolled leisurely toward the desk.
He remembered there was a book, right there on the shelf behind that desk.
He suddenly wants to see it; he has to go find it!
The book was found quickly. He turned around, opened the book, lowered his eyes, but his gaze unconsciously drifted through his fingertips to the top of her dark hair.
The breeze not only blew her hair onto her face, but many more strands danced aimlessly in the wind.
He lowered his hand, and a few strands of silk slipped through his fingers before sneaking away.
Chu Xingmo's heart was filled with excitement, and he subconsciously tried to grab something, but unexpectedly he actually grabbed a few strands of hair. Li Yunyan exclaimed in surprise.
She put down her brush, turned to look at Chu Xingmo, her eyes filled with confusion, her voice aggrieved: "Brother Mo? You grabbed my hair!"
This was the first thing Li Yunyan had said to him in the past few days, aside from greeting him.
Chu Xingmo felt a surge of joy. So this was how he could get her to talk to him?
Seeing that he didn't react, Li Yunyan had no choice but to stand up. Because he was still holding her hair in his hand, she was standing very close to him, only inches away.
Chu Xingmo could even smell the pleasant fragrance emanating from her, and his heart skipped a beat for a moment.
Li Yunyan clutched her hair and gently patted his large hand, "Let go~"
Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry, and Chu Xingmo's Adam's apple bobbed.
Seeing that he still wouldn't let go, Li Yunyan had no choice but to forcefully pull her hair back from his grasp, her face showing slight anger as she said, "You're bullying me again!"
The word "again" is used very cleverly.
A delicate, white foot involuntarily flashed through Chu Xingmo's mind.
He took two steps forward, blocking her from reaching for the ribbon, and asked in a muffled voice, "Why haven't you made any desserts these past few days?"
Li Yunyan looked up, her face full of "Why are you asking a question you already know the answer to!"
After a long pause, she bit her lower lip and said, "I don't have time."
Chu Xingmo leaned closer to her, trapping her between him and the desk. His tall figure cast her into his shadow, and he asked in a low voice, "Still angry with me?"
Li Yunyan gave a soft "humph" and turned her head away.
That's considered an implicit agreement.
Chu Xingmo bent down slightly, looked at her, and for the first time in his life, coaxed her in a gentle tone, "I didn't mean to."
Li Yunyan was always more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, so when he said something that sounded like an apology, she felt a little embarrassed to be angry.
Her round eyes blinked rapidly, as if processing his apology. After a moment, she finally made up her mind. Her expression softened, she bit her lower lip, and said in a spoiled tone, "Then you must forget everything that happened that day!"
forget?
How could I possibly forget?
It's still floating in my mind!
A glint flashed in Chu Xingmo's eyes, and he slightly curled the corners of his lips as he said, "Okay."
Li Yunyan's temper flared up quickly, but it also subsided just as quickly.
After receiving his assurance, she smiled faintly and said magnanimously, "Then I'll forgive you this time!"
Her smile, like the warm sun in winter, warmed Chu Xingmo's heart.
Chu Xingmo felt a relief in his chest that had been bothering him for days, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you very much, Xiaoyan!"
"Of course, of course!"
The two reconciled as before. Li Yunyan didn't delay any longer and gently pushed him, "Brother Mo, don't stand so close, I need to practice my dance."
Unexpectedly, his body was both tall and strong, and he didn't budge an inch when she pushed him so gently.
Li Yunyan glared at him, but had no choice but to squeeze past him, take the bracelet off her wrist, and then start binding her hands and feet.
After all that, when Li Yunyan picked up the silk ribbon and moved away, Chu Xingmo saw a letter fall from her body.
He wanted to call out to her immediately, but stopped himself when he saw the words on the envelope.
"To Yan'er," "A letter from Zi'an"...
His expression hardened, and he bent down to put the letter away.
With only four days left until the talent show, Li Yunyan's dancing became more and more skillful, but at the end, her right foot would still twist slightly.
Chu Xingmo seemed somewhat absent-minded.
He couldn't wait to open the letter after she left.
A moment later, his face turned ashen, and a strong, aching feeling surged up in his chest, as if it were about to burst through his body.
The letter in his hand suddenly turned into a ball, which Chu Xingmo clenched tightly in his palm.
This Wen Zi'an is incredibly audacious!
He actually dared to covet... he actually dared to speculate on the Emperor's will and influence the royal family's decisions!
He called out in a deep voice, "Liu Yuan!"
......
After giving the orders, Chu Xingmo's anger was still stuck in his chest, unable to rise or fall.
His heart was constantly gripped by the contents of the letter. Li Yunyan kept the letter close to her body; did she value it highly?
Will she act according to the contents of the letter during the grand ceremony?
Thinking back to how diligently she had been practicing every day recently, it didn't seem like she was trying to make mistakes on purpose!
However, he received the investigation information about her and Wen Zi'an. Although Wen Zi'an always took the initiative to contact her, Li Yunyan should not be completely without feelings for Wen Zi'an.
If she was unwilling, then she should have treated Wen Zi'an the same way she treated him, loudly warning him not to like her! Instead of indulging Wen Zi'an, letting him go to her again and again!
Chu Xingmo's calm expression shattered instantly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he clenched the crumpled paper in his hand even tighter.
Li Yunyan, what would you do?
Li Yunyan, don't let me down!
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