Chapter 147 Wolfhound
After several months of healthy eating and lifestyle, the originally frail boy's body gradually transformed into a strong man.
His slender waist was cinched by a wide black belt, and his hips rose and fell rhythmically with the horse's movements.
This handsome and extraordinary top scholar attracted everyone's attention, including Xie Mingyi's.
Xie Mianmian excitedly squealed, "It's Brother He! It really is him! He's the top scholar!"
Amidst the throngs of people, countless sachets of flowers and fruits were thrown at the top scholar, but he remained unmoved.
He Chuan seemed to sense something and looked up.
They gazed at each other silently across the noisy crowd, as if in this vast world, they could only see each other.
Even walking slowly, she reached Xie Mianmian. She smiled and called out "Brother He," then threw down the tender green fruit, which was as big as two of her fists.
The aloof top scholar in everyone's eyes moved. He raised his hand and caught a fruit, which caused a burst of screams.
They all looked over and discovered that the one who threw the fruit was a young girl.
Ah, that's alright then, as long as she's not a young woman.
He Chuan stared intently at Xie Mingyi as she walked to the railing, then suddenly grinned, a carefree smile as warm as the winter sun.
Xie Mingyi's hand was tightly gripping the brocade pouch hanging at her waist when Xie Mianmian bumped into her, and the pink brocade pouch floated towards the top scholar downstairs.
A hand with distinct knuckles caught it steadily. He Chuan looked at Xie Mingyi in surprise, and his smile became even brighter.
Before he could think any further, a man entered his field of vision and intimately approached Xie Mingyi.
He Chuan's horse kept moving forward, and he strained to look back, only to see Xie's guards pulling the man away.
"Get out of here!" Xie Mingyi shouted sternly.
The man flicked away his folding fan and chuckled, "Why are you angry, Miss? I truly love you. Even if I disregard my father's feelings, I must at least give Her Majesty the Empress some face, hmm?"
Later, he was driven out by a throng of sticks.
In the evening, He Chuan, having left the Qionglin Banquet, refused all the officials who wanted to speak with him privately.
He didn't go home; instead, he walked and walked until he arrived at the gate of the Xie residence.
There was no one in front of the mansion. He Chuan just stared blankly when a carriage suddenly approached from a distance.
He instinctively hid behind the stone lion. It was Xie's carriage, and the woman he longed for stepped out of it.
He Chuan gazed intently, showing no intention of revealing himself.
"Young Master He? What are you doing here?"
As soon as Xie Mingyi got off the carriage, she saw the man in the bright red robe hiding there, which was quite eye-catching. She walked over slowly.
Seeing He Chuan's slightly flushed face, she said worriedly, "Are you drunk? I'll have someone take you home."
"I'm not drunk." He leaned against the bluestone wall, squinting as he stared at Xie Mingyi with barely suppressed rage.
“You’re just drunk.” He had never shown this side of himself before.
Suddenly, He Chuan asked, "Who is that man?"
"Who?" Xie Mingyi was bewildered, having no idea what he was talking about.
Suddenly, a rough hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him with an irresistible force.
Xie Mingyi passively fell into He Chuan's restrained arms. She looked up at him and realized that her little brother, who was only half a head taller than her, had grown so much.
See? I told you you were drunk.
He Chuan gently stroked her face, his voice hoarse, "Don't marry someone else, marry me. I've already reached the top, and I can still go higher. Give me a chance, okay, Mingyi?"
After hearing his words, Xie Mingyi began to struggle, but he held her tightly and she could not move.
I heard a thumping heartbeat in my ear; I didn't know whose it was.
"Let me go first."
He Chuan wouldn't listen.
"open!"
Noticing that Xie Mingyi was angry, He Chuan quickly let go of her hand and looked at her with a wronged expression.
“You’re younger than me, so I only treat you like a younger brother, understand?” Xie Mingyi patiently explained to him.
He Chuan looked her in the eye seriously. "I'm very old now."
He turned around and pinned Xie Mingyi against the wall, looking down at her. Then he lowered his head and whispered in Xie Mingyi's ear, his voice deep and magnetic, "I'm not a child anymore, Miss Xie."
I love you and hope to have the honor of becoming your husband.
Seeing Xie Mingyi, who was usually so shrewd and resourceful, staring blankly at him, he realized that she had lost her usual sharp and intelligent demeanor.
He Chuan smiled, and the orange clouds rising on the horizon cast an ambiguous hue over the world.
The alcohol emboldened him, and He Chuan turned his head and gently kissed her reddened earlobe.
Startled awake, Xie Mingyi shoved He Chuan away. He stumbled back a few steps, fell to the ground, and braced himself with his hands behind his back.
Yet he didn't appear disheveled. Despite being in a lower position, He Chuan's eyes still held a strong sense of aggression, like a menacing wolfhound.
Xie Mingyi, who was always eloquent, was speechless. She lifted her skirt and fled into the mansion in a panic, patting her burning cheeks with both hands.
He's gone mad, or am I?
Half an incense stick later, the gate of the Xie residence opened a crack, and Xie Mingyi peeked curiously at the stone lion.
But they found that the place was already deserted, and the bright red was nowhere to be seen.
The following morning, the Xie family had a rare gathering at the dinner table.
Xie Mingyi took a bite of the steamed bun absentmindedly.
Xie Mianmian picked up a plate of meat buns, swung her little feet, and tossed it with her small hand. A snow-white figure darted through the air and caught the buns in mid-air.
She fed the three animals while observing the people at the dinner table.
My second sister tossed and turned all night. When I woke up, I saw her staring at the top of the tent, so she probably hadn't slept all night.
When asked, she said, "Children don't understand this. Let's talk about it when you grow up."
Okay, Xie Mianmian scratched her head. It's amazing that she can understand this now that she's grown up.
The seventh prince is so smart, he'll probably understand before he even grows up, right?
Unlike his second sister, who was so downcast, his father looked delighted and smug, a stark contrast to his usual somber demeanor.
Could something good be about to happen?
Thinking this through, Xie Mianmian asked the question.
Father Xie said, "You don't understand this matter."
Ah, how come I don't understand? If you don't explain, how can Mianmian understand?
Mr. Xie took a sip of warm white porridge. He had dreamt of his wife yesterday.
After six long years, my stingy wife has finally started appearing in my dreams.
Dreaming is the only way I can see you.
After waiting for many years, he finally got what he wanted. Xie's father recalled the scene from his dream with satisfaction.
In my dream, my wife was dressed strangely, with her hair disheveled, wearing a sleeveless dress that was simple yet beautiful.
They talked a lot together, but they still couldn't finish talking about the lost six years.
One night is too short, but my love lasts forever.
Without Lin Ruoxue and the Crown Prince, Xie Mianmian lived a very comfortable life.
The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, with the sun, moon, stars, and constellations shifting.
Xie Mianmian and the Seventh Prince both have their own playmates, but neither of them has forgotten those thrilling experiences from their childhood.
At the calm and distant banquet, there were always unspoken glances exchanged between them.
The sundial spun wildly, and when I came to my senses, ten years had passed.
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