Chapter 125 Long-Planned
Something seemed to break inside Jiang Yingli, and she cried even harder.
Before this, she only knew that His Majesty had a hard time in the palace when he was young.
She could imagine that His Majesty at that time was far less respectable than he was later when he established his own government and became self-reliant.
But imagining it is far less impactful than seeing it with your own eyes.
That’s His Majesty. That young man is actually His Majesty.
It's not just indecent, it's embarrassing, embarrassing from the inside out.
"Your Majesty is lying. You are clearly injured! How could they treat you like this? You are also a prince. Why why why..." Jiang Yingli was so distressed that she was incoherent.
Xiao Chenglan regretted explaining it so carefully. He hugged her, patiently wiping away her tears with his fingertips, and said softly:
"It's just a superficial wound. The bleeding is just for show, but it doesn't hurt."
He continued, "My fifth brother was pierced through the heart by the Crown Prince's arrows, but I am still here. All the things that happened in the past, except for our first meeting, are not worth mentioning. Today was meant to remind you of our true first encounter. If you are sad, wouldn't it be a waste of the love we shared at this moment?"
Jiang Yingli rubbed her red tears in Xiao Chenglan's arms, looked at him with tearful eyes, and said while sobbing, "Okay, I won't cry anymore."
Xiao Chenglan kissed the corner of her eye and said, "You gave me candied haws. It was my first time eating it. It was delicious."
With Xiao Chenglan's reminder, Jiang Yingli finally remembered everything.
At that time, she had saved money with great difficulty to buy candied haws, and was jumping up and down to take them back to eat with Jiang Zhao. Unexpectedly, at the end of the crowded alley, she saw a strange boy.
She saw the look on his face and the bloodstains, and ran over to ask him while holding the candied haws.
"Brother, you lost a lot of blood, you look so sad..."
"I was rude to you then and told you to get lost." Xiao Chenglan's expression was filled with regret, "But you still insisted on giving me the candied haws."
He will never forget Jiang Yingli at that time.
Her hair was combed into two buns, and she wore a short jacket and bell-bottom pants. She had a small cloth bag made of rags of various colors slung across her shoulder. She had baby fat on her face, round, clear eyes, and spoke in a baby voice.
She said, "Brother, you look really sad. How about I give you this candied haws. Don't be unhappy."
Speaking of general, her face was full of conflicted expression, and she muttered softly - although I have to share the candied haws with my brother, if I don’t tell my brother that I bought candied haws, he won’t know.
Xiao Chenglan listened to her mumbling and felt that his evil thoughts had nowhere to hide, and he felt ashamed of himself.
Because, the person in front of him was almost killed by him in a moment of thought, and the young Jiang Yingli had no idea that he was doing evil, and she ran over to care for him and comforted him with her candied haws.
He was used as a target in the Su family's private residence. His royal brothers clapped their hands and laughed. They had noble status, luxurious clothes, and a mother, but he had nothing.
Yet they still wanted to bully him and take away his only dignity.
He hated it, but he was powerless. So, when he walked into the alleys full of poor people, the fear and avoidance they showed him made him harbor evil thoughts.
In the palace and in the homes of the powerful, he was a discarded dog without dignity, but in the eyes of the poor, he could wear jade and had servants following him, and he was the one they could not afford to offend.
The reversal of his identity caused him to have evil thoughts, and all the humiliation he suffered in the Su family's private residence turned into a desire to abuse others.
He grabbed an old man who was passing by him and made up an excuse to scare the old man into kneeling down and begging for mercy.
He thought it didn't matter if he killed him.
He was just a lowly person who died, an ant-like existence. He could be crushed to death, and no one would hold him accountable.
He had one foot in the abyss of no return, and it was Jiang Yingli's voice that called him back.
If Jiang Yingli hadn't been there, what would have happened to him after he killed someone that day?
Perhaps he is addicted to abuse. More and more people of lower status than him will be killed by him to vent his anger, and he will become a complete rotten person.
"You didn't understand then, but do you understand now? I was killing people back then." Xiao Chenglan's voice trembled slightly. "Back then, it wasn't me who was sad, it was the people who almost died at my hands. I was a jerk when I was young."
Jiang Yingli shook her head, pressing her palm against Xiao Chenglan's cheek, and said seriously, "Your Majesty, how could he not be sad? Your Majesty was so sad that he was almost dying, so he did such a bad thing. Your Majesty had lived a hard life for so many years, and he was coaxed into good health with a piece of candied haws. Your Majesty is the best person, not a jerk."
After hearing these words, Xiao Chenglan was almost speechless and couldn't say anything for a long time.
He knew that his Ah Li always felt sorry for him.
"So, this wasn't our first meeting at Prince Su's Mansion. It turns out that Your Majesty and I had met each other when we were little." Jiang Yingli felt distressed, but also a little happy after realizing it belatedly.
"So, you and I have a connection that we've had since childhood." Xiao Chenglan looked very serious, as if he was emphasizing this matter.
Jiang Yingli nodded her head heavily, pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm so happy. I've met Your Majesty since I was a child."
But then she also felt a bit lost: "When we met again at Prince Su's Mansion, His Majesty looked completely different from when he was a child, and I didn't even recognize him."
Xiao Chenglan smiled, running his knuckles through Jiang Yingli's hair, gently combing it with a touch of sickly tenderness. "The fact that we can meet again proves that whether we recognize each other or not is not important. People who are destined to be together will never be separated in this world."
Jiang Yingli was delighted to hear this: "Your Majesty is right. Fated people will never part ways. When I was seven, I had just arrived in the capital, and Your Majesty happened to be leaving the palace for the first time, so we first met. When I was thirteen, by chance, the Jiang family got a job planting flowers for the royal palace, and I met Your Majesty again. Your Majesty and I are truly destined to be together."
The deep emotions in Xiao Chenglan's eyes were replaced by a meaningful smile. He kissed Jiang Yingli's forehead lightly, immersed in the warmth of hugging her tightly.
When he first met Jiang Yingli, it was indeed a rare fate in his life.
However, the meeting again at Prince Su's Mansion was a long-planned reunion.
He had been looking for her for a long time, simply wanting to see her again.
So, he met Jiang Yingli again not in Prince Su's Mansion, but in an inconspicuous alley.
Across the surging crowd, he finally saw her, the only bright color in his gray world.
However, it is also that side that causes the clean and pure longings of youth to quietly deteriorate and give rise to many unspeakable emotions.
He was not satisfied with just looking at her again, but wanted to walk to her side.
He gradually realized that human desires are endless.
He wanted to hear her talk, hold her hand, hug her, kiss her lips, and stroke her hair...
Therefore, the Prince Su's Mansion, which had always been deserted and dilapidated, now had many vacant nurseries, and Jiang Yingli came to the mansion to plant flowers.
The reunion was not due to fate, but was won by him using all means.
However, there is no need to let Jiang Yingli know about these things.
Instead of letting her know his persistence, it is better to let her firmly believe that this is a wonderful fate.
After all, fate that is fought for is still fate.
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