Chapter 65 It’s you!
"Ashu."
As soon as Xiao Yan entered the hall, he went straight to Meng Mingshu.
"Anything?"
Xiao Yan took Meng Mingshu's hand, looked her up and down, and asked anxiously:
"Are you injured?"
Meng Mingshu's nose felt sore and she shook her head: "It's okay."
Even though the Queen Mother had asked her to kneel for so long, Meng Mingshu didn't want to complain to Xiao Yan right away.
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
All Meng Mingshu wanted now was to leave the Empress Dowager's palace as soon as possible. She didn't want Xiao Yan and Zhao Zhiyuan to have any contact.
Zhao Zhiyuan is indeed stunningly beautiful, which makes Meng Mingshu feel a sense of crisis.
Xiao Yan was still worried, because he knew Meng Mingshu better than anyone else.
But he just thought Meng Mingshu was unwilling to complain directly in the Queen Mother's Palace:
"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back."
Xiao Yan picked up Meng Mingshu.
The feeling of weightlessness made Meng Mingshu subconsciously hug Xiao Yan's neck.
Looking at the scene of love between the man and the woman in front of him, Zhao Zhiyuan clenched his hands tightly under his sleeves.
She even felt a little regretful.
Meng Mingshu was more favored than she expected.
The Empress Dowager told her that Meng Mingshu came from a humble family and was not presentable.
The prince is only interested in Meng Mingshu for a while, and he will get tired of her sooner or later.
But now, Zhao Zhiyuan's intuition tells her that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must be somewhat sincere towards Meng Mingshu.
Unfortunately, she revealed her true identity to Meng Mingshu in advance.
But the next second Zhao Zhiyuan felt relieved.
Even if she pretended in front of Meng Mingshu, Meng Mingshu would not be able to help but be on guard against her.
From the moment the Queen Mother chose her to be the Crown Princess, she and Meng Mingshu were destined to be enemies.
"Yan'er, wait a moment."
The Queen Mother called out to Xiao Yan.
The tone was extremely loving.
The love for his grandson in his eyes was almost overflowing, completely different from the mean look he showed in front of Meng Mingshu.
"Yan'er, this is the girl from the Zhao family, her name is Zhiyuan."
The Queen Mother took Zhao Zhiyuan's hand and brought her to Xiao Yan.
Even though jealousy was surging in his heart, Zhao Zhiyuan still forced a gentle and perfect smile on his face.
She firmly believed that no matter how hard-hearted a man was, he would not be willing to give her a cold face when he saw her.
The prince could have true feelings for Meng Mingshu, who was only beautiful, let alone for her.
A good man like His Royal Highness the Crown Prince deserves to be paired with a woman like her, not that vicious woman Meng Mingshu.
"Your Highness has been honored to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. May His Royal Highness be blessed with good health."
Zhao Zhiyuan's voice was as clear as an oriole's. She spoke softly and slowly, neither hurried nor slow, which made her seem even more gentle and extraordinary.
Meng Mingshu was in Xiao Yan's arms, and her heart was also lifted.
If she were a man, seeing a woman like this, I'm afraid her heart would soften no matter what.
The more this happened, the more Meng Mingshu wished Xiao Yan would leave immediately.
But Xiao Yan stopped and looked like he wanted to talk to them.
Meng Mingshu's eyes turned red instantly.
Perhaps it was a woman's natural sixth sense, Meng Mingshu always felt that if she was not there.
If Xiao Yan had not experienced any misfortune in his youth and left the capital.
Xiao Yan's wife must be Zhao Zhiyuan.
They grew up together as childhood sweethearts, so they might as well be a harmonious couple.
Xiao Yan was knowledgeable in medicine, poetry, and songs, and he loved reading and calligraphy.
Zhao Zhiyuan is also a talented woman.
Although she was not illiterate, she did not like reading and only loved pleasure. She was a woman of extreme vulgarity.
Compared to Zhao Zhiyuan, saying that she is all show and no substance would be an understatement.
Zhao Zhiyuan also has the appearance that he is proud of.
When the Queen Mother saw Xiao Yan looking Zhao Zhiyuan up and down, the smile on her face deepened.
She continued:
"Yan'er, you should still remember Zhiyuan. You studied together when you were young.
At that time, Zhiyuan was Rong'an's study partner, but she always liked to follow you around, and you never chased her away.
Once, Zhiyuan was pushed into the water, and you rescued her.
At that time, I thought that I should repay the life-saving grace with my own body. It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of fate is a match made in heaven.
I will definitely arrange an engagement for you in a few years."
Meng Mingshu felt even more bitter.
Xiao Yan never told her these things.
No wonder Zhao Zhiyuan and the Queen Mother were so confident.
Before Zhao Zhiyuan became the Crown Princess, the Queen Mother dared to force her to kneel down and serve tea to Zhao Zhiyuan. It turned out that the two of them had such an old relationship.
What about the previous life?
Meng Mingshu searched her mind for things about Zhao Zhiyuan in her previous life, and she found that Zhao Zhiyuan seemed to have never been married.
I heard that he went to a temple in the suburbs of Beijing to practice meditation.
Is she really a secluded cultivator, or is she still harboring evil thoughts about Xiao Yan and is determined to marry him?
And there is Xiao Yan.
Meng Mingshu bit her lips tightly, her eyes sore.
Such a devoted woman has been waiting for him and keeping her virginity for him.
What is he thinking?
Did he feel guilty? Did he ever meet Zhao Zhiyuan without telling her?
The more I thought about Meng Mingshu, the more uncomfortable I felt, and my heart felt like it was broken.
If she hadn't been concerned about her love rival, she might have been able to hold back her tears long ago.
"So it's you."
Xiao Yan spoke.
Zhao Zhiyuan was delighted that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still remembered her.
"Your Highness, it's your servant!"
"If it weren't for Your Highness, I would have died long ago."
Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes turned red as she spoke, and her tearful eyes looked at Xiao Yan with such tenderness and affection.
"Over the years...I have always been thinking of Your Highness, and I dare not forget your kindness in the past."
"For this reason, I prayed to the Buddha every day, hoping that Your Highness would return to the capital safely. I never expected that God would show mercy and actually allow Your Highness to return to the capital."
Zhao Zhiyuan's behavior made Meng Mingshu dig her nails into her palms.
This was the first time she felt so disgusted with a woman.
Xiao Yan finally noticed Meng Mingshu's unusual mood.
He lowered his head and saw that the person in his arms looked like an eggplant hit by frost.
His eyes were red and the tip of his nose was also red.
Xiao Yan's heart seemed to be stabbed by something.
"Ashu, I don't remember her."
Xiao Yan's tone was a little hurried.
"We'll be leaving soon, but there are some things we need to make clear."
Xiao Yan lowered his head and kissed Meng Mingshu's hair lovingly: "Soon, wait for me."
When facing Xiao Yan, Meng Mingshu always fails to live up to expectations.
As soon as Xiao Yan coaxed her, most of the discomfort in her heart disappeared.
"good."
Listening to their conversation, Zhao Zhiyuan's heart sank.
A bad premonition came over me.
Sure enough, Xiao Yan spoke the next second, his voice was cold and chilling to the bone.
"Miss Zhao, I was able to return to Beijing alive because of my wife, not the hypocritical prayers of others."
All the gentleness and tenderness Xiao Yan had when facing Meng Mingshu disappeared.
When those dark and sinister eyes looked at Zhao Zhiyuan, the chilling coldness in them made Zhao Zhiyuan shudder.
"As for my childhood, I can no longer remember anything, let alone you."
Zhao Zhiyuan clenched her palms tightly.
Xiao Yan did not beat or scold her, but she felt like she had been slapped hard in the face.
It was extremely embarrassing.
And all this happened in front of Meng Mingshu.
Just as she was complacent when facing Meng Mingshu just now, she is now in a state of disarray.
She was confident that she could win Xiao Yan's favor, but now Xiao Yan shattered her confidence.
Zhao Zhiyuan bit her lips tightly, but she was unwilling to give in.
Zhao Zhiyuan mustered up her courage, tilted her head back, and tears rolled down her snow-white cheeks.
She knew that this look of hers was most likely to arouse men's sympathy.
"But...but Your Highness clearly knew what I meant just now."
"If Your Highness truly doesn't remember me, how could you possibly know who I am?"
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Babies, there are still two chapters to write (＞_＜)
I was too tired yesterday, and I had a migraine, so I really couldn’t write (＞_＜) Please forgive me X﹏X, I will definitely try to save some manuscripts in the future.
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