But perhaps it was just bad luck, because they ran into Prince Chen again.
Fortunately, Prince Chen only looked at her from a few steps away and did not approach her.
Shen Youying frowned, avoiding his gloomy and sticky gaze, and quickly entered Xie Qinglan's decorated pavilion.
Xie Qinglan had no interest in watching polo and was sitting sullenly in the pavilion eating fruit.
Whether she's happy or unhappy, she likes to eat fruit, and she can easily finish a whole plateful. Shen Youying felt sorry for her and could only move the small plate in front of her over, saying, "If you eat so much, you'll be the one crying later."
Xie Qinglan pouted and leaned against her, saying, "I'm not happy."
Shen Youying wanted to comfort her, so she led her to look at the young men galloping on horseback at the polo field: "There are so many good young men, take a look, and you might find one you like."
Xie Qinglan glanced at it listlessly, but suddenly stopped, looked at Shen Youying with a strange expression, and seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
Shen Youying looked in the direction of her gaze with a puzzled expression and saw Lu Minghe.
Lu Minghe rode a black horse with a white teardrop-shaped mane between its eyebrows, speeding across the polo field. With a single, swift movement, he struck the polo ball into the hole.
Lu Minghe was on good terms with his elder brother, and his brother had taught them almost all of their polo skills, so their skills were naturally quite good.
Lu Minghe used to play polo with a cautious, yielding style, rarely engaging in direct confrontation. But today, he seemed to have changed his approach, becoming extremely aggressive and leaving his opponents no way out.
"Zhao Zhao?" Xie Qinglan forgot all about being sentimental and looked at her cautiously.
Shen Youying snapped out of her reverie and saw her staring at her expectantly, as if afraid of touching on her painful memories. She chuckled and pinched her cheek, saying, "What's with that look? I already made things clear with him. Now that men and women are married, we're not related anymore, so there's nothing to be ashamed of."
Xie Qinglan seemed unconvinced, and stammered, "You two grew up together, aren't you heartbroken?"
She also complained a bit about Lu Minghe when this was mentioned, and said angrily, "But it's right that you're not sad. Why be sad for a heartless person? I see that you're doing quite well in the Prince Qin's mansion now."
"At that time, one thing after another happened at home, and I probably didn't have time to be sad." Shen Youying still feels a bit like it's a dream when she recalls those days.
With everything piling up like a mountain, she had neither the time nor the energy to wallow in melancholy. When she brought it up again after time had passed, she only felt a little wistful.
Seeing that there was indeed no sadness in her eyes, Xie Qinglan said with some envy, "If only I could sever my emotional ties with my sword like you."
Shen Youying pinched her cheek: "You're just caught up in it right now and can't get over it. After a while, when it fades away and you think about it again, you might think it's nothing special."
Xie Qinglan snorted, picked up a piece of fruit from the plate in front of her and ate it, her cheeks puffed out as she said, "I hope so."
*
Lu Minghe vented all his anger on the polo field.
He galloped on his horse, scoring one goal after another, as if in doing so he could forget the images in his mind.
When the long incense stick had burned out and the horn sounded, he jumped off his horse, drenched in sweat, only to see Shen Youying sitting on the viewing platform.
He stood frozen in place, gazing at the person he had been longing for day and night.
The late spring sun was gradually getting stronger. Colorful canopies were set up on the viewing platform, with curtains and veils hanging down, swaying slightly in the spring breeze, and the beautiful figures behind the curtains appeared and disappeared.
Lu Minghe instinctively wanted to get closer, but after taking a few steps, he hesitated and stopped.
His face was filled with struggle.
Lu Minghe looked at the person so close to him and actually backed down.
He dared not face Zhaozhao.
He recalled the information Lu Yang had found out and realized that he needed immense courage just to appear before Zhao Zhao.
Those eyes that haunted his sleepless nights in his dreams, he now dared not look at, nor was he entitled to look at again.
But after struggling for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to come.
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