But he moved faster. His hands, like iron clamps, firmly grasped her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
"You have a volatile personality. You should have learned to be more calm." Lu Ziyan held her shoulders with one hand and her waist with the other, saying, "Listen to me. Stay in the ancestral temple honestly for the next few months. Be modest and prudent, cultivate your character, and wait for me to pick you up."
He knew the girl's temperament and was prepared for her retort, but he didn't expect that after waiting for a long time, the person in his arms didn't say a word.
He couldn't help but lower his eyes to look. From this angle he could only see her thick and long eyelashes, which fluttered like butterfly wings.
Lu Ziyan raised his hand and touched it, feeling the wetness.
After a moment of silence, he reacted.
She is crying.
There was no retort, no tit-for-tat, no anger, only calm.
She was very calm when he held her in his arms and didn't struggle anymore.
But she was crying.
Lu Ziyan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingertips slowly wiped the water stains on her eyelashes, slowly sliding down to her chin.
Lift her face up.
"Why are you crying?"
Xie Wan Ning said nothing, and there were no more tears in her eyes.
It seemed that the wetness on my eyelashes just now was just an illusion.
But Lu Ziyan knew it wasn’t the case.
He slowly lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. They were so close that their breaths blended together.
Her eyelashes trembled, but she didn't open her eyes, and even her breathing was very light.
"I asked you to pray for me for a few months, and you're so wronged?" He seemed a little helpless. He nuzzled her nose. Fearing that she would faint from suffocation, he kindly moved away from her and said, "If you don't want to go to the family temple, then come with me to the battlefield."
This time he was going to the real battlefield, the northern border.
"Choose one for yourself, and don't feel wronged once you've chosen one."
In silence, Xie Wan Ning spoke: "I'm going to the family temple."
The voice has a bit of hoarseness from forbearance.
Lu Ziyan felt a little sad when he heard this. He lowered his head to kiss her, but then he heard her say, "I'll take Erqing in with me."
He paused in his movement of leaning forward, his eyes inexplicably cold, "What if I say no?"
"Er Qing has been serving me since she was young," Xie Wan Ning raised her eyes and said anxiously, "I can't leave her."
Can't leave her...
The two looked at each other for a few seconds. The coldness in his eyes was undisguised. Xie Wan Ning was startled and turned away first.
"I mean, ... I can't have no one to serve me."
Lu Ziyan hummed softly, and said in an unclear tone: "Wanwan, you have to understand that besides me, you shouldn't have anyone you can't live without."
Is a maid worthy of her dependence?
Xie Wan Ning understood what he meant, and a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes.
Where does this make sense?
He could have many wives and concubines, but she couldn't even keep a trusted maid by her side.
In her whole world, there can only be him.
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