Chapter 13: Competition between husband and wife, why be shy? Princess, let me in...
During dinner, Xie Yuting was nowhere to be seen, and Jiang Yueying was happy and at ease.
The table was filled with delicious food, but unfortunately, she was the only one dining at such a large table.
She wanted Qingge to sit down and eat with her, but he refused with a cold face, saying that it was against etiquette and that he should never say such words that could easily reveal his identity in the future. The real Princess Anyi would only punish her by not allowing her to eat.
Persuasion was fruitless, so he had to eat it himself.
When no one was around, Jiang Yueying didn't have to pretend to be arrogant or fierce; she could do whatever she wanted. She would eat bite by bite with her silver chopsticks, and when she drank tea, she would bend her neck and take a sip. Her hair swayed like a little bird shaking its head.
I ate half full quickly.
After eating and drinking, it’s time to get down to business.
"Qingge, are the officials accompanying Jiang State still in Liang State?" Jiang Yueying asked.
Qing Ge: "I heard that you will leave for Jiang in three days. Your Highness needs to send a message to His Majesty. I can do it for you."
When Jiang Yueying mentioned Emperor Jiang, her broken heart began to beat fast. How could she have the nerve to send him a letter when the other party didn't even acknowledge her as his daughter?
I won't do anything that will make me bored.
Jiang Yueying shook her head. "Are there any monks or Taoist priests among the accompanying officials who can tell fortunes? Go check and report back to me as soon as possible."
"Yes, Lord Li is the divination master of the Jiang Kingdom. The clear skies and gentle breezes along the way are all thanks to his advance prayers. He is a rare talent." Qing Ge became increasingly puzzled. "Your Highness, do you want to see him for something?"
"I'll ask him to perform a ritual to curse Xie Yuting to death so that I can live peacefully as a widow."
“…”
"I'm just joking, don't take it seriously." Jiang Yueying put down the silver chopsticks.
"Tell him to come to the East Palace tomorrow and perform a play with me."
Qingge frowned in confusion. Jiang Yueying gently pulled her hand over and wrote a few crooked, beautiful words on her palm with her fingertips, conveying her plan to her. Qingge's brows gradually relaxed and she nodded secretly.
This is the only feasible method now.
Jiang Yueying stroked the rough whip at her waist, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and cast a raven shadow.
The matter of urging Xie Yuting to study hard can be put aside for now. The most urgent thing is to hide his identity. He must solve the loophole of not being able to dance with a whip before the Queen challenges him next time.
You can only excuse yourself temporarily by saying you are not feeling well, but you cannot keep doing it permanently, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
The next morning, Qing Ge went out early to ask for the fortune teller, Lord Li.
The sky was getting light and the clouds and mist suddenly dissipated.
Jiang Yueying strolled alone in the Hundred Flowers Garden of the East Palace to admire the flowers. Her pearly phoenix-toed shoes stepped on the mossy stone slabs, and the hem of her gauze skirt fluttered in the breeze.
The morning light shines on the petals of the autumn chrysanthemum, illuminating the crystal dewdrops.
Jiang Yueying took a deep breath as the elegant fragrance wafted into her nose, and the boredom of living in a foreign country was temporarily dispelled by the fragrance.
Strolling in the Hundred Flowers Garden, my steps become lighter and lighter.
When she was relaxing, suddenly a hand patted her right shoulder gently from behind. Jiang Yueying turned around in surprise and found that there was no one there, only the brilliant autumn chrysanthemums waving in the wind.
What the hell?
Jiang Yueying's face turned pale and her thin eyebrows were furrowed.
When she turned around, a cynical handsome face suddenly appeared, and a slender body blocked her way. It was a certain prince who was wearing a royal blue robe with wide sleeves, which looked rich and casual. He was backing away with his arms folded, smiling and raising his eyebrows at her.
The two faced each other and could see each other's expressions clearly.
Jiang Yueying put her hands on her hips, trying to hide her inner panic: "Why are you so elusive?"
Hearing her words, Xie Yuting immediately drew a long sword from behind him.
The three-foot-long sword is silver-white in color, with intricate mythical beast patterns carved on the scabbard and the hilt inlaid with red, green, yellow and blue gems. The brilliance complements each other, and when you gently shake the sword, the crimson tassel hanging from it sways with it, and the gorgeous light is so dazzling that it hurts your eyes.
What a complex and gorgeous sword.
Xie Yuting held the long sword, and the light of the gem on the sword reflected on his face, reflecting colorful spots of light, as if white jade was gradually turning into glass.
This extravagant sword suits Xie Yuting very well, Jiang Yueying thought sincerely.
He raised his sword and said with a smile, "I've said I'd like to have a sparring match with the princess. There's an open space in front of the Hundred Flowers Garden. Shall we have a few moves?"
Jiang Yueying nervously stroked the long whip around her waist, and her breathing instantly quickened.
Why is this guy haunting me? What's the point? Why did he choose today? If he had waited just one day, he could have hidden it. What should I do...
Why hasn't Qingge come back yet?
Someone please save me, I really don't know how to whip.
He was really going to be killed by Xie Yuting.
"I don't want to fight with you." Jiang Yueying walked forward with a stern face, and involuntarily quickened her pace in an attempt to avoid him.
Xie Yuting refused to let her go and kept pestering her: "I won't really hit you, it's just a sparring match. Are you scared, little princess?"
"Would I be afraid of you?"
"Then let's fight me. How about ten moves?" Xie Yuting was very excited and seemed to be looking forward to it. "If there's no winner after ten moves, then we won't fight. What do you think, Princess?"
What ten moves? I don’t know any of them!
Jiang Yueying wanted to cry but couldn't, and admitting defeat was not Princess Anyi's nature. She was caught in a dilemma and was about to go crazy.
"Are you coming or not? Are you coming or not?" Xie Yuting waved the blinding sword.
Jiang Yueying had no choice but to delay and said, "Let me change my clothes."
After saying this, he hurried back to Nanyuan to change his clothes.
Back in the bedroom, Jiang Yueying rushed into the room, dropped the bronze door bolt, and paced around the room anxiously, like a lost sparrow, flapping its wings not knowing where to fly.
The excuse of pretending to be sick was too obvious and could be easily exposed, but she couldn't really fight with Xie Yuting. No matter what she chose, it would be a dead end.
Could some kidnappers come and take Xie Yuting away and torture him every day?
Jiang Yueying took off her wide-sleeved shirt, pretended to find a lotus-colored skirt with tight sleeves, and put it on absentmindedly, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, leaving a circle of tiny teeth marks.
It was clearly a cool late autumn day, but she was sweating profusely due to anxiety.
She took off the complicated pearl hairpins and earrings one by one, leaving only her jet-black hair bun.
Changing clothes is completed.
Holding the long whip, she sat on the couch in silence, in a daze, trying to delay until Qingge returned home. As long as she brought Lord Li back, the crisis could be resolved.
But Qingge had only been out for less than half an hour, and even if he rode at full speed, it would be impossible for him to come back immediately.
It will take a while longer.
“Dongdong——”
Just as I was at a loss, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Jiang Yueying was delighted and quickly asked, "Qing Ge?"
"It's me." Xie Yuting said lazily while leaning against the door.
The corners of Jiang Yueying's mouth drooped immediately.
"Oh." She said weakly.
"The princess doesn't sound happy enough. Didn't she find the right clothes?"
Jiang Yueying agreed with him: "Yes, wait a moment, I have so many clothes, I'm overwhelmed."
She stared at the looming shadow outside the door and lied in fear.
There were nail marks and a thin layer of sweat on the palms of his hands.
"Do you need me to come in and help the princess change clothes?" The voice outside was slow and unhurried, and the dark shadow was almost sticking to the door.
"Don't dream."
"Why should we be shy between husband and wife? Princess, please let me in."
Jiang Yueying held the unfamiliar whip, feeling uneasy and her tone becoming increasingly agitated: "Shut up!"
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince outside chuckled, and the footsteps faded away in an instant.
He left cleanly and decisively, completely different from his previous shameless style.
This scene was too familiar, reminding Jiang Yueying of the time when her husband climbed in through the window on their wedding night... Wait, Xie Yuting wasn't going to do the same trick again, was he?
She had already changed her clothes, but she couldn't let this guy see her delaying.
Without hesitation, she gripped the whip tightly, pulled out the bolt, and pushed the door open. Bright sunlight poured down on her, casting a warm halo around her and making her round eyes startlingly bright.
She opened her dark eyes wide and looked around, but didn't see Xie Yuting himself.
Did you really climb out the window?
While she was wondering, a royal blue figure suddenly jumped out from behind the pillar, and it frightened Jiang Yueying so much that she shivered. However, the man was holding a glittering sword with a happy look on his face.
"Princess, are you willing to come out?"
Jiang Yueying held onto the door frame, feeling that she would suffer from heart disease sooner or later.
"Could you please stop jumping up and down and scaring people?"
"This prince is handsome and elegant, unrivaled in Kyoto. Such a handsome young man is standing in front of you, and you actually say I'm scary?" Xie Yuting couldn't help but bragging.
He leaned lazily on the red lacquered pillar, his royal blue brocade clothes making his originally jade-like skin even whiter, his long eyelashes slightly raised, and his ruthless appearance inexplicably became more romantic.
This is not wrong. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is useless except for his impeccable appearance.
But Jiang Yueying would never admit it.
"When it comes to being thick-skinned, no one can compare to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
"It's not really that thick. It will become thinner after a kiss from the princess."
"Have some shame."
The two of them exchanged words for a while, and unknowingly walked into the large courtyard of Nanyuan. The fragrance of osmanthus flowers surrounded them, and the wind blew the osmanthus flowers and leaves trembled.
Xie Yuting drew his sword from its sheath, slowly raised the sword, and prepared to spar with Jiang Yueying here.
The fancy sword looked gaudy but the cold light it shone from when it was unsheathed did not seem fake. Jiang Yueying did not know the quality of weapons, but her intuition told her that the sword was definitely very sharp.
If it scratches your body, it will be extremely painful.
No, I have to find a way to get out.
"Did you forget you placed a bet at the gambling house?" In a panic, Jiang Yueying had an idea. "They all bet that you and I would fight. If we fight, you will lose all your money."
"Don't come crying to me when the time comes."
"Little Princess, your back-and-forth sparring doesn't count. Besides, if word gets out about our sword-and-whip sparring, people will praise our harmonious relationship. I'll win even more at the gambling house then."
"But..." Jiang Yueying really couldn't come up with a new excuse, and her heart was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"Princess, please enlighten me."
The other party approached step by step, with a pair of peach blossom eyes raised.
The cold light stung my eyes.
Seeing this, Jiang Yueying's legs went limp, and the hand holding the whip kept shaking in an invisible place.
She wanted to run, but her feet felt like they were rooted to the ground and she couldn't move.
The long whip in her hand was heavy. Jiang Yueying pursed her lips, wondering if she could hit Xie Yuting with a random swing of the whip. Needless to say, she knew the chance was slim and she might even get hurt.
Seeing Xie Yuting already in front of her, Jiang Yueying had no room for hesitation. She decided to die. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and raised the heavy whip.
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