Tianyun hurried and finally caught up, spotting the boy's figure a few steps away from the corner outside the Imperial College.
She stopped, cleared her throat, and softly called out, "Your Highness, please wait!"
Having already sensed a flurry of footsteps following him, Xiao Ziwu subtly slowed his pace.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, a flicker of hesitation, unnoticed even by himself, flashed in his eyes, and his foot, which had been about to move forward, inexplicably found itself unable to take another step.
Turning around, the girl's eyes, brimming with autumn water, gazed at him. He slightly closed his eyes to avoid her gaze and said coldly, "What is it?"
Tianyun quickly took a few steps and stopped in front of him, then bowed and said, "Tianyun greets the Third Prince."
I don't know why, but whenever I see his aloof and unapproachable demeanor, I feel a little softer in my heart.
She took out the portrait she had painted that day and slowly unfolded it in front of him. "This painting is so beautiful, how about I give it to you?"
The person in the painting is him, yet she says the painting is really beautiful. Isn't that a veiled compliment to him?
His thin, cold lips pressed into a straight line as he gazed at himself in the painting. After a long while, he suppressed the turbulent emotions welling up in his eyes, his voice slightly hoarse.
Thank you.
Seeing him carefully roll up the scroll and put it into his book bag without any sign of disgust, Tianyun was very pleased and asked gently, "Is Your Highness's injury any better? Is my special ointment still effective?"
The smile in the girl's beautiful eyes seemed to be tinged with honey.
Xiao Ziwu looked away from her and nodded in response.
What exactly is your purpose?
He wanted to ask that question, but the words lingered on his lips for a few moments before he suppressed them and couldn't bring himself to ask them.
Seeing his cold attitude, Tianyun seemed somewhat disappointed, and said in a sullen tone, "It seems I have disturbed Your Highness's peace. Your Highness is really sparing with words, only saying two words in a sentence. Do you want to charge me for anything more?"
The high walls a young man has built around his heart cannot be melted down in a day; one cannot expect him to become kind and gentle to her in just a few days.
She should have been more patient!
Unaware that she thought that way, Xiao Ziwu's eyes darkened, and he retorted, "No."
After thinking for a moment, he realized that the phrase "nothing" also seemed to be two words, so he nodded almost imperceptibly and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
This time it's a full nine characters, so she probably won't mind.
"..."
Tianyun choked, and in an instant, all the melancholy in his heart was dispelled by him. He didn't know what to do with him.
He chuckled helplessly and said, "Respectfully seeing Your Highness off."
Only after the boy had walked far away did Lingqi see the girl pout, a rare sight for her, and mutter under her breath, "Is this what a straight man is like? He's so hard to flirt with."
Lingqi was puzzled. What is a straight man? And what is flirting?
Xiao Ziyan, who happened to witness all of this, was filled with displeasure. He never expected that the beauty who had been indifferent to him just now would become so charming and lovely in front of that good-for-nothing.
He stroked the thumb ring on his thumb, his eyes dark and deep.
Xiao Ziwu, does he even deserve it?
——
Chang Lai had been waiting at the door for a long time. As soon as he saw Xiao Ziwu return, he quickly came up to him, took the book bag and slung it over his shoulder.
Just as the master and servant were about to enter the hall, Xiao Ziyan, who was following closely behind, called out to them in a deep voice: "Third brother, you are really lucky with women. To have such a beauty so attentive to you makes me, as your older brother, quite envious."
Chang Lai curled his lip, inwardly grumbling: "Second Prince, you are mistaken. When it comes to good fortune with women, who can surpass you?"
However, I am a little curious about who the beauty the Second Prince mentioned is. Could she be the owner of that tube of ointment?
Xiao Ziwu remained expressionless, seemingly unwilling to pay attention.
He's always been like this since he was a child, as if nothing can affect his emotions. A chilling glint flashed in Xiao Ziyan's eyes.
It was only when he was five years old that Xiao Ziyan saw him with bloodshot eyes, looking like he wanted to kill him, after the body of the little black dog he had adopted for a year was thrown at the entrance of the palace he had to pass by!
But this greatly pleased Xiao Ziyan. The angrier that good-for-nothing was, the more excited he became!
Since that incident, no matter how much he humiliated and abused him, he never angered him in the slightest. But Xiao Ziyan refused to believe it and insisted on provoking him to lose his mind and become a madman consumed by hatred!
It would definitely be much more interesting than that annoying, deadpan face you have now.
Xiao Ziyan's thin lips curled into a wicked smile, and his amorous peach blossom eyes looked at the book bag in Chang Lai's hand.
He had personally witnessed Xiao Ziwu placing the painting inside. With a wave of his hand, the guards behind him stepped forward and forcefully took the bundle from his arms.
The bundle was untied, and its contents spilled out and scattered all over the floor, among which the painting was clearly visible.
Xiao Ziwu finally made a move, his cold, hard features tensing as he bent down to pick up the painting. He had barely touched the edge when a foot stepped on his hand, immobilizing him.
Xiao Ziwu looked up and silently watched him.
Xiao Ziyan was pleased to see the ice crystals gradually forming in his eyes, and the curve of his lips widened, becoming even more unrestrained.
"Third Prince, you want it? Then beg me."
Everyone watched this scene in silence, seemingly used to it. The air around them seemed to freeze as they waited quietly for the person who had bent down to react.
Xiao Ziyan waited leisurely for a while, but seeing that he was still unwilling to beg for mercy, his anger surged. He increased his strength and crushed the hand under his foot!
It was a voice that was extremely gentle, yet it contained a chilling malice: "My third brother is still so stubborn, I don't know what to do."
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