Chapter 58 Birthday
Huang Qiyue was extremely unhappy, "This princess only has eyes for Chen Zhuo, Your Majesty, please don't be so self-indulgent! Also, aren't you paralyzed? How come your internal energy is still so profound!"
Xiao Linyuan straightened his sleeves and said calmly, "It's not good for a man and a woman to be together late at night. Princess, please leave."
"I won't leave unless you promise to help me capture Chen Zhuo!" Huang Qiuyue simply started to act like a spoiled brat.
I heard that the Jinyue Palace is heavily guarded and even harder to enter than the Imperial Palace. If Chen Zhuo is hiding in there, she will never be able to catch him even if she waits forever.
"No, Shen Zhuo is my brother. I will not do anything that goes against his wishes."
Huang Qiyue was not annoyed. She picked up the long rope on her clothes with her fingers and played with it.
"A few days ago, I met a man who claimed to be a doctor from the Ministry of Personnel. He was accompanied by a young man with red lips and white teeth, who was quite charming.
This princess sees that she looks a lot like the little girl who serves the prince, and it seems like the two of them have a special relationship..."
She paused at the right moment, observing the other person's reaction.
Just as she thought, Xiao Linyuan's face was almost darker than the sky outside, and there was resentment in his eyes.
Although it is not as murderous as on the battlefield, it is also extremely oppressive.
Huang Qiyue pretended not to notice and smiled playfully, "Your Highness likes that little girl, right?"
Xiao Linyuan looked away and didn't answer her, but the rise and fall of his chest betrayed him completely.
"If the prince won't help me, I'll go help Lord Wen. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so it would be great to help a couple get together."
It's really shameless.
"If you dare to contact Wen Yan, I will send Chen Zhuo to a place where you will never find him again!"
"Your Majesty, why should we both suffer losses?"
Xiao Linyuan pondered for a long time before he was "forced" to take out a token from his arms.
"Chen Zhuo has returned to Jinyue. Do not make any noise about his return to Jinyue, and do not force Chen Zhuo, or I will lead my troops to destroy Qiwu."
Huang Qiuyue couldn't help but click her tongue. She didn't expect that the God of War Prince was actually a romantic man!
If she had known that showing off that little girl would be so useful, why would she have spent so much time and effort on it?
"Thank you. I hope you drink the prince's wedding wine before me!"
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May 18th is Wen Yan's birthday.
Since Xiao Linyuan always showed up with a lunch box on time at noon these days, Song Zijin had no choice but to make a dinner appointment with Wen Yan.
Fortunately, Xiao Linyuan was busy today and did not come to the clinic for a stroll in the afternoon, so Song Zijin arrived at Tianxiang Pavilion smoothly.
Wen Yan stood at the window of the private room on the second floor and watched her sneaky behavior, feeling bitter in his heart.
But when I received my birthday present, I felt better again.
"Brother Yan, happy birthday. This is the peach blossom pastry I made myself. Try it!"
Wen Yan has never liked luxurious material possessions.
In the past, on his birthday, he would either ask her to make a sachet for him, or he would ask her to go shopping and play with him. They had known each other for almost ten years, and he had given her seven or eight sachets.
You know, she only has a dozen or so sachets at her disposal.
She was ignorant in the past and didn't realize how ugly the sachets she made were. It was not until Xiao Linyuan went crazy for some unknown reason these days and wore the sachet she embroidered all day long that she realized that her embroidery skills were probably not even as good as those of a beginner.
Her deft hands are for needlework, not sewing.
Wen Yan opened the food box, took out a piece of not-so-delicate peach blossom pastry and took a bite.
Song Zijin was so nervous that he stared at it intently.
In her expectant eyes, he smiled and said, "It's delicious."
"Hehe, it's just average." Song Zijin said shyly.
It seems that today’s pot is very successful!
Wen Yan closed the food box and put it aside. Afraid she might misunderstand, he explained, "Pastry is not suitable to be eaten before meals."
Before the dishes were served, he told Song Zijin about his gains of the past few days.
"So, Brother Yan discovered that someone was investigating what happened a year ago?"
Wen Yan nodded, his expression serious. "The information I have is limited, so I can't tell who's behind the investigation. Logically, Uncle Song's incident didn't involve anyone else, and the implications weren't that deep. Apart from your family, no one should be concerned about this."
A person popped up in Song Zijin's mind.
But she immediately shook her head and dismissed this absurd idea.
How could Xiao Linyuan help her investigate her father's affairs when he didn't even know her true identity?
Wen Yan suddenly asked her, not knowing what he was thinking about, "Zi Jin, what is your relationship with King Jin Yue?"
"Me and the prince? What's the relationship? We are just friends! Yes, we are friends." Song Zijin spoke haltingly.
"Are you sure he doesn't know your true identity?"
"Are you sure? Xiao Jin is the culprit who caused him to be poisoned and unconscious. If he knew my identity, he would not allow me to stay in the palace."
Wen Yan sighed. The little girl was still as innocent as before.
"Is it possible that he's still recovering and still needs you, so he's holding back?"
"Impossible!" Song Zijin denied it outright, "The prince is a good man, you don't know him."
Seeing him defending Xiao Linyuan so much, Wen Yan's heart felt as if it was washed away by water, and he felt melancholy and depressed.
When we came out of Tianxiang Pavilion, it was already completely dark.
"Zijin, please accompany me to the river to release lanterns. I've been away for the past three years and no one has accompanied me to the river to make a wish."
Song Zijin nodded in agreement, as she also had a wish to fulfill.
As night falls, a gentle breeze blows along the riverbank. Coincidentally, someone else has come to release river lanterns today, which slowly drift away like falling stars in the night sky.
Song Zijin generously bought five lanterns, one for himself and four for Wen Yan.
"Well, you're allowed to make up for the past three years."
The candlelight from the lotus lamp reflected on her face, which had just taken off the human skin mask, soft and warm.
Wen Yan's lips curled up, he really wished time would stop at this moment.
"Zijin, after today I will be twenty-one. Do you know what courtesy name my mentor gave me when I was twenty last year?"
Song Zijin shook his head while writing his wish.
"Be modest. He wants me to be modest, humble and courteous, and always be humble."
“It sounds nice.”
"Then you will call me Brother Shouqian from now on?"
"Why?"
"Because this is the courtesy name my mentor gave me, I like it very much."
The word "Yan" was named by his father Wen Kaiqing. Recently, he investigated the events of last year and found that his father was involved in many things. He vaguely suspected that his father had hooked up with Xiao Jin.
Especially after returning home recently, he found that he no longer felt at home in the Wen family.
For example, on his birthday, he should have been with his family, but he chose to escape and spend it with Zijin.
Perhaps, deep down, he wanted to break away from the Wen family.
"Okay, Brother Shouqian." Song Zijin smiled sweetly.
She wrote down her wish:
"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together, even though we are thousands of miles apart."
I hope God will see her wish and let her be reunited with her family as soon as possible.
Not until the five river lanterns were lined up and drifted downstream did she turn around and ask Wen Yan, "What wish did Brother Shouqian make?"
Wen Yan smiled gently, "If you say your wish out loud, it won't come true."
Song Zijin raised her eyebrows and smiled mischievously. She had just secretly seen two of them!
Things like "May you be well and worry-free year after year" and "I wish to be the southwest wind and stay in your arms forever", he is worthy of being the top scholar, he wrote so many sad poems.
Wen Yan used to make wishes for good health and academic success, which were usually the same old things, but this year was so unusual...
Wen Yan was frightened by her scrutinizing look, "W-what's wrong?"
Song Zijin held his chin, half-closed his eyes, and had an expression as if he saw through everything.
"I see, you have a crush on someone, right?"
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