Chapter 117 Your Nose Recognized You Before I Did
The Seventh Prince approached. He had just finished washing up, and his smooth black hair fell down, his whole body slightly damp.
He stood by the bed, pursing his lips uneasily. The women of the Xie family had already helped Xie Mianmian wash up and change into soft nightgowns.
Despite all this effort, Xie Mianmian still did not wake up.
The Seventh Prince reached out and brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, testing her temperature. She wasn't feverish. Then he gently pinched Xie Mianmian's chubby cheeks, as if stroking them.
Xie Mianmian, you have to pull through, please don't let anything happen to you.
The Seventh Prince couldn't help but notice Eunuch Li's presence, as if he were being crawled on by ants. He understood Eunuch Li's predicament.
"I will sleep in the side hall tonight."
Eunuch Li breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the side hall had already been tidied up.
The night grew deeper, and everyone gradually drifted off to sleep.
A tiny figure opened her eyes. It was Xie Mianmian. She opened her eyes without warning, pulling herself out of her sweet dream.
When she woke up, she found the palace pitch black and silent, with only herself lying alone on the huge bed.
Xie Mianmian shrank to the side, but did not encounter the familiar soft fragrance, nor were the three large and domineering figures beside the bed.
It's so dark. How did I end up in the Seventh Prince's bedchamber? Did my family abandon me? A huge sense of abandonment welled up in her heart.
No, no, Xie Mianmian shook her head desperately. They wouldn't abandon her, but she was still a little scared and disappointed.
Xie Mianmian habitually reached under her pillow, her hands acting on their own; she subconsciously wanted to find her favorite toy to comfort herself.
Halfway through reaching out, I realized that this wasn't under my pillow, and there was nothing there either.
However, her little hand unexpectedly touched something. Xie Mianmian took it out and found that it was several sachets.
Overjoyed, she opened them one by one. Some contained calming and soothing mosquito-repelling herbs, others contained a peace charm, and one sachet was embroidered with the crane and deer motif that Xie Mianmian had long coveted.
These were all placed under her pillow by the Xie family. They came looking for her, and no one abandoned her!
Realizing this, Xie Mianmian happily put away the sachets, hanging them all around her waist, and finally patted them with satisfaction.
Xie Mianmian, who had been sleeping for a long time, was now wide awake and even a little thirsty.
The well-rested child stretched lazily, slid off the bed, and stepped onto the smooth floor with his two soft, white feet.
A comfortable coolness came from the soles of her feet, accompanied by the evening breeze of the summer night, dispelling the heat in Xie Mianmian's heart.
The child, wanting to cool off, ran out of the inner room without even putting on shoes. She ran to the table and tried to reach the teapot in the middle of it.
Little by little, she finally got her hands on the teapot. The cool tea flowed down her throat and into her stomach, like a long-awaited rain after a drought. Xie Mianmian drank it eagerly.
She drank cup after cup, a trickle of tea spilling from her lips, soaking a large patch of her clothes.
"Ha." Xie Mianmian sighed contentedly and wiped her mouth with her hand.
The small sigh echoed through the palace, seemingly with a lingering resonance. Belatedly, Xie Mianmian felt a little frightened.
What should she do? Should she go back to sleep? But she wasn't sleepy at all. She was staying here alone, and she was too scared.
Some places are pitch black, as if hiding some unknown monsters.
Going to find the Seventh Prince was Xie Mianmian's only thought.
The tiny figure walked through the dark and empty palace. The white moonlight shone through the large windows, spilling onto the smooth, cool marble slabs and casting a hazy, pure white glow.
After walking on the floor for a long time, you can't tell whether your feet are cool or wet.
Xie Mianmian walked barefoot on the moonlight, feeling as if she had stepped into a pool of cold moonlight. The child playedfully followed the moonlight.
As you walk around, you can almost hear the sound of moonlight being splashed by flowing water.
Soon, they arrived at the gate. Xie Mianmian gently pushed the door open and found several palace servants sleeping outside. She covered her mouth, not intending to wake them. But where was the Seventh Prince?
Xie Mianmian tiptoed along when she suddenly saw a dim light emanating from a side hall ahead.
Her eyes lit up. It was so late, yet someone was still awake like her. Who could it be? The child ran over excitedly.
She pushed open the door of the side hall and slipped inside. Through the bright lampposts, she could see clearly that it was the Seventh Prince's back!
The Seventh Prince didn't sleep at all in the middle of the night; she must have caught him.
Xie Mianmian tiptoed over on her chubby little feet, intending to give the Seventh Prince a fright.
She found the Seventh Prince rather strange. He was looking up as if he was looking at something, but the screen blocked his view, so Xie Mianmian couldn't tell what was in front of him.
Finally, she reached the Seventh Prince's back and saw clearly what was hanging in front of him.
It was a huge portrait of a beautiful and dignified woman with a neat and elaborate hairstyle adorned with a magnificent gold hairpin.
The painter was extremely skilled, and he painted the woman very beautifully and lifelike. How did Xie Mianmian know this? Because she had seen this painting once before.
On the day of the Third Prince's wedding to Lin Ruoxue, the Emperor's portrait was inexplicably burned, and the Seventh Prince took Xie Mianmian to the Ministry of Rites to find a replacement portrait.
It was then that Xie Mianmian inadvertently discovered that the woman in the painting had an extremely similar appearance to the Seventh Prince.
"Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night?" the Seventh Prince suddenly turned around and asked.
This unexpected remark startled Xie Mianmian. "This is the question Mianmian should be asking the Seventh Prince. Why are you looking at portraits so late at night instead of sleeping?"
"That's not right!" Xie Mianmian asked, a beat late. "Mianmian didn't make a sound, how did you know it was me?"
This is truly baffling. Could it be that the Seventh Prince has eyes in the back of his head? Wow!
"You're just too stupid."
Long ago, at the banquet for the Northern Rong delegation, he knew that his nose recognized Xie Mianmian before he did; she was a walking, sweet little milk cake.
The Seventh Prince walked over with a frown. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
Faced with the Seventh Prince's questioning, Xie Mianmian became somewhat embarrassed and awkward, stepping one little foot on top of the other and rubbing it helplessly.
I dare not admit that I crave coolness, otherwise I'll get scolded again. This kid is experienced.
The Seventh Prince sighed, said nothing, but took a pair of unworn shoes, pulled Xie Mianmian to sit on a chair.
Xie Mianmian was about to slip her foot into the shoe when the Seventh Prince grabbed her ankle.
"dirty."
Looking at her dusty feet, Xie Mianmian helplessly pulled them under the chair and rubbed them.
The seventh prince took a damp handkerchief, squatted down, and said, "Stick your feet out."
Huh? Xie Mianmian subconsciously obeyed.
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