Chapter 7 Scars Why Pretend to be Wronged
Jiang Yueying frowned and shook off his hand, saying expressionlessly: "This is left behind by whip training. What's the big deal?"
"That's not right. The whip won't hit your hands." Xie Yuting looked directly into her pupils and moved closer. "Do you think this prince is a fool?"
The night wind slipped into the room through the window lattice, blowing the cold bead curtain, making a ringing sound.
"Handing a whip in the cold winter will naturally cause frostbite. How could an uneducated dandy like you understand this?"
Jiang Yueying glared back, unyielding to being outdone, her tone extremely sarcastic.
The other party slowly withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the princess to be so diligent and fearless of the cold. I really admire you."
Her clenched fingers relaxed slightly, Jiang Yueying snorted coldly, and did not respond.
At this moment, Xie Yuting suddenly said, "My swordsmanship is quite good. Would you like to have a competition with the princess on her whip skills someday?"
“…”
a bolt from the blue.
That’s not necessary.
Jiang Yueying's heart, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.
The people of Liang State were martial, especially the children of the royal family and aristocrats. Even if they knew nothing about studying, they would at least be outstanding in one aspect of weapons and martial arts. Even the recognized fool and playboy Xie Yuting was good at using a sword.
Jiang Yueying didn't know how deep his swordsmanship was, but he was definitely better than her, who had never touched a whip. If they really wanted to compete, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow.
His identity would be exposed by then.
Jiang Yueying couldn't help but complain that Xie Yuting always did what he wanted, which was really annoying.
If this guy didn't look so stupid, she would have suspected that he was deliberately testing her.
"Are you worthy enough to compete with me?" She pretended to be calm with a cold face.
Xie Yuting clicked his tongue twice and said with regret that it turned out that he was not worthy of her.
"You really can't sleep on the couch?"
"I've never wronged myself in my life, don't even think about it."
The two argued for half an hour about how to divide the bed. Xie Yuting was unwilling to give up his comfortable big bed, and Jiang Yueying also couldn't give up. Finally, they decided to take a step back and divide the bed into two, each occupying one side, and no one was allowed to cross the line.
Before he knew it, it was already late at night. Fatigue made his eyelids droop. Xie Yuting yawned, took off his outer robe first and went to bed. He chose to sleep on the inside of the bed.
He lay on his side on the couch covered by crimson curtains, in a lazy posture, with his arms propped up and his head supported by his palms, staring at Jiang Yueying intently.
It was clearly a careless look, but Jiang Yueying felt inexplicably threatened. Perhaps because she felt guilty, she always felt that those beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be able to see through her heart.
Jiang Yueying lowered her head slightly and carefully took off all the gold and silver jewelry on her head. She placed her head neatly on the dressing table. When she took off her clothes, she turned her head and met Xie Yuting's eyes as expected.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Yueying tried hard not to treat Xie Yuting as a human being, but she still couldn't accept taking off her clothes in front of this guy. That gaze that could not be ignored seemed to be able to strip people naked.
"Turn away and don't look!"
"If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out!"
Xie Yuting sighed slowly, buried his head in the quilt indifferently, and said sadly: "Alas, this prince married the crown princess in a sedan chair, but he couldn't even look at her. Who could be more pitiful than me?"
Hearing this resentful tone, Jiang Yueying's eyebrows twitched.
Why are you pretending to be aggrieved?
Pooh.
Jiang Yueying crawled behind the screen, hurriedly took off her cumbersome outer robe, and quickly got into the bed, not giving Xie Yuting a chance to look up.
They only had one quilt on their wedding night, but fortunately it was thick and wide enough, with more than enough space for two people, one on the left and one on the right, to pull a corner of the quilt each. The gap in the middle was enough for almost one more person to squeeze in.
There's a bit of a draft.
There was a rustling sound, and a large hand stuffed a long pillow into the gap between the two of them, blocking it tightly.
Jiang Yueying raised her eyes calmly, her gaze passed through the bed curtains and beads, and saw that the bright dragon and phoenix candles on the table were half burned.
The dazzling candlelight halo became increasingly hazy.
The first night passed peacefully.
She touched her chest in the quilt, and her heart, which had been hanging for a whole day, settled down, and she let out a sigh of relief.
Before falling asleep, to put her mind at ease, she fiercely warned: "If you dare to touch me in the middle of the night, I will definitely make you pay."
Compared to her harsh words, Xie Yuting's voice sounded weary, as if he was about to fall asleep: "Well... please don't pinch me in the middle of the night, Amitabha."
Jiang Yueying closed her eyes peacefully.
The night fog obscured the moonlight, the room gradually became dark, and the sound of even breathing could be heard.
…
The morning light shines in the east, and the sky turns bright white.
The autumn wind blew through the window lattice, carrying bursts of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, and into the bed curtains.
The light fragrance makes people feel relaxed and happy. Jiang Yueying was sleeping, smelling the familiar fragrance, rubbing her eyes, and slowly opened them.
The quilt pressing on her body was soft and the bed was warm. She had never slept in such a comfortable place before and she was so comfortable that she didn't want to get up.
When I tilted my head up, I found that Xie Yuting, who was sleeping on the inside, was missing.
Jiang Yueying had been waking up at the crack of dawn since she was little. The earlier she got up, the fuller she ate, otherwise the food would be snatched up by other palace servants. She considered herself an early riser, but she never expected Xie Yuting to be even earlier than her.
Unbelievable, shouldn't this guy sleep until noon?
She climbed up from the bed and made a little noise, and the maid waiting outside immediately came in and helped her wash and dress.
Pu Ling almost lowered her head to the ground and walked in front of Jiang Yueying with her waist bent. She picked up the comb and combed Jiang Yueying's hair, each stroke very slowly.
Jiang Yueying had to go to the palace to pay her respects to the Queen today. She was absent-minded, thinking about the rumors about the Queen of Liang, and her mind drifted away unconsciously.
Queen He Wanhong of Liang was the daughter of a general. Her father was General Yaowei. Before Emperor Liang ascended the throne, she was still an inconspicuous prince. Later, he married the daughter of General He, received full support from the Northwest Army, and finally won the battle for the throne.
However, after Emperor Liang ascended the throne, he began to gradually weaken the military power of the He family. He no longer favored the empress as much as he used to, and only favored the imperial concubine. He also allowed Xie Yuting, the crown prince, to live in comfort and enjoy himself without making any progress.
Jiang Yueying couldn't help but speculate the worst. Did Emperor Liang deliberately want to make the crown prince useless, and then let the imperial concubine's son take the throne as a matter of course?
Having lost both her parents at a young age, Jiang Yueying originally had some delusion about family affection. It was not until Emperor Jiang asked her to marry in place of her twin sister that she finally realized that there really are fathers who do not love their own children.
If her guess was correct, then she and Xie Yuting really shared the same suffering, both being children hated by their fathers.
I couldn't help but think that Xie Yuting was really disappointing. He indulged himself in the pleasures of the world and would regret it sooner or later when he would be heartbroken.
Jiang Yueying's expression gradually became solemn. Pu Ling, who was combing her hair behind her, raised her eyes and saw the Crown Princess's serious expression in the mirror. She thought that she had not combed her hair well and could not help but shudder.
There was a click and a few strands of hair were cut off.
"Hiss." Jiang Yueying felt pain.
Pu Ling's face turned pale, and the jade comb in her hand fell with a crisp sound. She immediately knelt on the ground, slapped herself several times, and begged for mercy: "Princess, please forgive me, please spare my life!"
Her movements were done in one go, and Jiang Yueying had no chance to get a word in.
It was obvious that similar things had happened countless times, so before suffering more severe punishment, the little maid punished herself and apologized.
Jiang Yueying, whose thoughts were interrupted, stood there in a daze. By the time she came to her senses, Pu Ling's cheeks were already swollen and bloody.
She was young and her cheeks were chubby and tender, but now they were swollen.
It was a fatal blow, and it looked very painful.
Jiang Yueying frowned, feeling sad and aching in her heart.
It's just a few hairs that need to be combed, why is it so serious...
But she had to remain indifferent.
She clenched her fists, resisting the urge to help the man up. She said with a stern face, "As my maid, you hit yourself in the face and made a fool of yourself. Do you want me to be embarrassed too?"
"I deserve to die." Pu Ling bit her lip.
"Go out and clean your face. It's so ugly all red and purple," Jiang Yueying said harshly. "If you don't have medicine, go find Qing Ge."
"As you command!"
Pu Ling hurriedly got up, covered her face and walked out the door.
He lowered his head and walked out of the porch. After running a few steps, he bumped into someone head-on. Pu Ling looked up and saw the handsome face of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He quickly apologized for bumping into His Royal Highness.
Xie Yuting saw the little maid running out of the bedroom in a hurry from a distance. When he took a closer look, he saw two deep red palm prints on the little girl's snow-white cheeks, with faint traces of blood.
"What's wrong with your face?" Xie Yuting frowned.
Pu Ling was trembling with fear, fearing that the unruly prince of Liang would also embarrass her. With trembling lips, she said, "I have done something wrong and I deserve to be punished."
Xie Yuting's face became even uglier.
Pu Ling glanced at him secretly, not knowing what she had said wrong. The Crown Prince's expression was frighteningly gloomy...
The autumn wind is cool and it hurts my face.
"Xiao Lang, go get her some medicine." Xie Yuting returned to normal in the blink of an eye, a casual smile on his face. "It's such a pity to disfigure such a beautiful young lady."
Pu Ling was immersed in panic and had no time to think about the speed at which his expression changed, which was as fast as turning the pages of a book. He just lowered his head silently.
Yu Lang had a cold face and hesitated for a long time to speak. Finally, he led Pu Ling to find medicine without saying a word.
After the two left, Xie Yuting walked towards the bedroom alone. On the other side, Qing Ge was holding brand new clothes, ready to help the Crown Princess dress.
Noticing that the person coming was Qing Ge, the maid of the Crown Princess, Xie Yuting's pupils moved. He casually broke off half of the osmanthus branch, flipped his wrist lightly, and threw the osmanthus branch accurately onto the lantern without any effort.
The red lanterns under the eaves swayed, and the air was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.
Qing Ge stopped, looked up, and heard the smiling voice of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
"You, take down my osmanthus branch." Xie Yuting waved his fan and ordered.
Hearing this, Qing Ge did not hesitate. He put down the tray for the time being, turned around and immediately brought a wooden block from the yard. He stood on the block and tiptoed, trying to reach the osmanthus branch on the lantern.
Qing Ge remained expressionless in the face of such unreasonable demands, as if he was used to it.
Because she was not tall enough, she stretched out her hand desperately to grab it, and her pink sleeve fell to her arm, revealing a part of her forearm, which was covered with dense, ugly, long scars.
The colors vary in shades.
Xie Yuting looked closely and saw that they were whip marks.
Qing Ge was unaware of his scrutiny. He took the osmanthus branch lightly, walked to Xie Yuting with his head lowered, and presented the osmanthus branch with both hands.
"Go and serve your Crown Princess."
"I'll take my leave."
Looking at her departing back, Xie Yuting's eyes were filled with darkness.
The osmanthus branch in the palm of my hand broke with a snap.
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