Chapter 14 Testing Jiang Yueying to Kill Herself
"No, no, Your Highness!"
Suddenly, an old voice came from the distance to stop him.
Jiang Yueying immediately opened her eyes and looked towards the archway of Nanyuan. An old man in the official uniform of the Jiang Kingdom stumbled over, followed by Qing Ge, who looked nervous.
Seeing this person, Jiang Yueying breathed a sigh of relief.
Saved, it seems that this person is the fortune teller Lord Li.
"Where did you come from, old man? How dare you trespass into the East Palace?"
Xie Yuting raised his eyebrows in displeasure.
Lord Li bowed deeply and respectfully, "I pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I am an official accompanying the State of Jiang."
Xie Yuting folded his arms and looked the man up and down: "So what? I want to ask why you came to the East Palace."
"To be honest, I had a fortune-telling last night and I have something important to remind the Crown Princess, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!" Lord Li looked at Jiang Yueying.
Jiang Yueying immediately responded: "Master Li, please come over here if you have something to say."
After she finished speaking, she moved to one side. Lord Li hurriedly moved over and muttered to Jiang Yueying for a long time. Xie Yuting wanted to listen, but he couldn't hear clearly because the distance was too far.
From a distance, one could only see Jiang Yueying's thin brows furrowing deeper and deeper, as if she was in trouble.
After the two finished talking, Jiang Yueying immediately threw the whip in her hand to the ground with an expression of no regrets, as if she had touched something dirty.
The long whip was Princess Anyi's favorite thing, and this old man actually made her throw away the whip with just a few words?
There is a problem.
Xie Yuting stopped Lord Li who was about to leave and asked with a half-smile, "May I ask if the fortune-telling Lord Li did last night was related to the Crown Princess?"
Lord Li readily agreed: "Your Highness is wise. Before returning, I specially read the fortune for the Crown Princess. The fortune shows that you should not touch soft weapons such as ropes for the next ten years. Therefore, I am afraid that this long whip can no longer be used."
Jiang Yueying finally escaped the crisis and felt relieved: "Thank you for your trip, Lord Li. I will remember this."
"Take care, Princess. I'm leaving."
"Wait." Xie Yuting stood in front of him and stopped him from leaving.
"Your Highness, what does this humble official want?"
Xie Yuting smiled and said, "What will be the consequences if the Crown Princess continues to come into contact with soft weapons?"
Lord Li suddenly paused, as if he was stuck.
"...I have already informed the Crown Princess. Your Highness, why don't you ask her yourself?"
Xie Yuting stopped her like a scoundrel and said, "That won't do. I have to listen to you."
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Lord Li wiped his sweat with his arm, glanced at Jiang Yueying, and said carefully: "If we continue to use the whip, it may... cause sexual discord between husband and wife, and affect their offspring."
Hearing this, Jiang Yueying wanted to kill herself.
Xie Yuting's eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, and he said in a long tone: "So that's why, no wonder the princess threw away the whip so quickly." After speaking, he looked at Jiang Yueying quite ambiguously.
She couldn't clear herself of the blame even if she jumped into the Yellow River. It happened that Lord Li was invited by her to act out the show, so she didn't even have the confidence to refute him.
She feigned composure and emphasized, "Lord Li only told me that it would harm my health and shorten my life."
I don't mean to have children with you.
Jiang Yueying was so angry that she glared at the person.
Lord Li quickly nodded and said yes.
Xie Yuting couldn't tell whether he believed it or not. He curled the corners of his lips, waved his hand and let Lord Li leave, but the look he gave Jiang Yueying was more inquiring.
The stare made her feel itchy all over. She cleared her throat and ordered her personal maid: "Qing Ge, put away my whip properly and don't take it out again unless necessary."
Qing Ge obeyed the order, picked up the long whip that was thrown alone on the ground, and wiped off the dust on it.
Jiang Yueying felt uneasy and hurriedly took Qingge out of Nanyuan without looking back.
Xie Yuting, who was standing still, raised his wrist slightly and put the sword back into its sheath neatly and quickly, his eyes dim and unclear.
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The door of the flower hall was open, and tall three-legged candlesticks made of rosewood were placed in the four corners of the hall. The orange candlelight danced and covered an eight-immortal table in the center, which was already filled with dinner.
Jiang Yueying stepped into the flower hall and glanced at the empty eight-immortals table. She didn't see Xie Yuting, who was in a disheveled state as usual. She felt strange. Why did this guy disappear again?
"Princess, please wash your hands."
Xiaoyan appeared from nowhere, lowered his head timidly, and came to Jiang Yueying with a copper basin. Jiang Yueying lowered her eyebrows and saw golden petals floating in the basin, with a faint fragrance like osmanthus.
She put her hands into the basin and rubbed them. The warm water slowly wrapped around and soaked her hands.
She still couldn't get used to the life where she had to be served in everything. In the past, she had to wash her hands with well water in the cold winter, and she was so cold that she couldn't even hold chopsticks. Now, she not only used warm water, but also the best spices to nourish her skin.
Unfortunately, no amount of spices can cure the chilblains on my hands that have lasted for years.
Jiang Yueying was lost in thought when suddenly the copper basin in her hand flapped. Xiaoyan, who was holding the water, lost her grip and all the water spilled out, soaking her goose yellow dress. The water dripped down the edge of her skirt and onto the ground, making her look very miserable.
Xiaoyan was horrified and fell to her knees begging for mercy: "Please forgive me, Princess. I deserve to die!" She kowtowed several times, her forehead wet with water stains from the osmanthus flowers, and her hair stuck to her face.
Without waiting for Jiang Yueying to react, Qing Ge strode forward, slapped Xiaoyan in the face, and scolded the unruly servant.
Xiaoyan didn't dare to resist and endured it with tears in her eyes.
Jiang Yueying couldn't bear it and scolded him cruelly: "Get out, and don't serve me again!"
Hearing this, Xiaoyan picked up the copper basin, tears in her eyes, and staggered out the door.
The flower hall returned to silence. Jiang Yueying looked at the scattered petals on the ground with a little regret, feeling mixed emotions.
"Qingge, I didn't ask you to do it." Jiang Yueying turned her head and looked at her.
Qing Ge's gaze remained unwavering, surprisingly cold. "If this servant hadn't taken action, would the Crown Princess have punished her?"
No, at most I would scold her and tell her to get out.
Jiang Yueying asked herself, she definitely could not be as cruel as Qingge.
That person is a living being. Even if he did something wrong, he shouldn't be beaten or scolded. But...
"Crown Princess, you are too soft-hearted. Sooner or later, you will suffer." Qing Ge said sternly, "Xiao Yan is close to the Empress, so you need to be more careful."
"But she's very pitiful."
"There are countless pitiful people in the world. How come the Crown Princess doesn't feel pitiful for marrying in a substitute marriage?"
Jiang Yueying curled her lips, unable to refute.
Qing Ge: "Compared to your own life, other people's lives are nothing."
After the powerful words fell, the hall fell into a suffocating silence.
Looking at the other person's icy expression, Jiang Yueying stopped talking completely. She sat down to eat in silence. She ate the meal tastelessly, and her heart was always thinking about the tearful Xiaoyan.
Where no one could see, she lowered her head and her eyes were red.
After dinner, I returned to the bedroom, but Xie Yuting was still nowhere to be seen.
Ran away and had a life of wine and women?
I glanced outside a few times. It was getting dark outside, and thick clouds covered the crescent moon, leaving the courtyard cold and dark.
She sat alone on the edge of the bed for a while, until the wax on the table started to weep and the candle was almost burned out, then she carefully got up, rummaged through the drawers, found a bottle of medicine to reduce the swelling, and sneaked out the door.
It was late at night and the East Palace was quiet. Jiang Yueying tiptoed onto the path in the backyard, passed through one moon-shaped door after another, slipped into the back room where the maid lived, and found Xiaoyan's residence.
When I arrived, I was already out of breath.
She eavesdropped by the window like a thief, but she heard nothing, so everyone must be asleep.
Observing her surroundings, she saw the clouds growing thicker, almost blinding to the sunlight. She placed a bottle of medicine she had prepared at the door, with a piece of paper underneath. Fearing the thin note would be blown away by the wind, she picked up a few stones and pressed it down tightly before leaving.
She murmured to herself at the door: "I hope you get well soon."
The wind blew the night fog away, and a goose-yellow misty figure disappeared into the darkness, coming and going lightly without leaving a trace.
After Jiang Yueying left stealthily, the overlapping dark shadows of the trees swayed gently, and a figure silently jumped down from the tree, and the black boots crushed the fallen leaves, making a crisp sound.
He raised his head, revealing a handsome and elegant face.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing the broken leaves to roll forward, rolling to the front of the gatehouse and blocking the upright small medicine bottle.
As if pointing the way.
Xie Yuting walked silently as he approached. He half-knelt down to pick up the medicine bottle and took out the small note that was pressed against it.
The faint fragrance of osmanthus fills the air.
After smoothing out the paper, the handwriting on it was crooked, and it was obvious that it was written with the left hand: Anti-swelling medicine, apply three times a day - for Xiaoyan.
However, the words "肿" and "献" were both written incorrectly. As far as Xie Yuting knew, Emperor Jiang specially invited the best tutor to teach Princess Anyi. Since the tutor was once the emperor's teacher, she did not dare to indulge him easily. Therefore, she was definitely not illiterate.
It's really outrageous that there are two wrong words in such a short sentence.
Could it be that the rumor is wrong?
The heavy clouds above his head were blown by the wind, and a ray of bright moonlight fell into the courtyard, illuminating half of his sharp features. The silver light fell into his eyes, and Xie Yuting curled the corners of his lips with an ambiguous expression.
He calmly put the things back to their original place and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.
call--
The night wind rustles, blowing against the window lattices.
The moonlight cut into the bedroom, covering the ground with frost.
Jiang Yueying touched her heart, which was beating wildly, took a deep breath, and her tense shoulders and neck gradually relaxed.
Fortunately, no one discovered it.
He sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. Just as he took a sip of the tea, the door slammed shut, and the two doors flew open. A certain prince who had not returned home that night strode in.
"Cough cough cough..." Jiang Yueying almost choked to death, her cheeks flushed pink.
After coughing, Jiang Yueying stared at him: "Are you going to tear down the bedroom door?"
Unexpectedly, the other party did not answer. Xie Yuting came straight to sit opposite her, holding his chin and staring at her, as if a rare and unique flower had bloomed on her face.
What kind of illness is this?
Jiang Yueying's intuition told her that this guy was up to no good, and she couldn't help but keep a distance from him cautiously.
"What are you looking at?" She pretended to be fierce and raised her eyebrows hard.
Xie Yuting still didn't answer, his eyes fixed on her face without blinking.
Jiang Yueying felt creepy and uncomfortable being stared at.
"Why aren't you asleep yet so late?" Xie Yuting asked suddenly.
As soon as the words came out, Jiang Yueying, who was already feeling guilty, suddenly became flustered and hurriedly avoided his gaze.
Did the other party find out that she had secretly gone out?
She pushed the unfinished tea forward, then grabbed it back, mumbling incoherently: "Whether I sleep or not is none of your business. This room is not yours alone. Besides, I haven't asked you where you went so late at night..."
After hearing this, Xie Yuting on the opposite side curved his eyes and smiled like a fox.
"It turns out that Your Highness the Princess can't sleep alone. She can't sleep without me by her side."
"In that case, do you want me to carry you to the bed?"
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