Chapter 221 Too Clingy
Duan Jiu was shocked. It was just tea tasting, how could it be so unbecoming? He was getting more and more confused by the prince's brain.
"Isn't this quite elegant?" Duan Jiu muttered softly.
Pei Jing glared at him, then said after a moment's silence, "You just said that every tea has its own merits."
Duan Jiu nodded, "That's right."
"That's the same." Pei Jing's voice was low, but every word was clear. "Everyone has their own tastes, but no matter how good others are, I only want her. No, no one can be as good as her."
These were truly heartfelt words. If the young lady heard them, no matter how angry she was, she would probably calm down. It was a pity that the person he was talking to was Duan Jiu.
Pei Jing sat there for a moment, thinking of the door slamming shut in front of him, and the awkwardness in his heart turned into an indescribable depression.
He is three years older than her. Why should he compete with a little girl?
She is even more pitiful than him. She has no parents and only he loves her. If he continues to be angry with her, no one will love his Xiao Cui.
His daughter Xiao Cui is so pitiful.
Thinking of this, Pei Jing felt distressed again and sighed secretly, "She was really angry today. I've never seen her so angry before."
Duan Jiu didn't say anything, just listened quietly.
Pei Jing frowned again, "Tell me, how can I coax her?"
"Ah?" Duan Jiu was stunned for a moment.
This change was too fast. She was sulking because of tea before, but now she has jumped to coaxing people.
"What?" Pei Jing said dissatisfiedly, "You've become increasingly slow lately. Is your brain clogged with glue?"
After saying that, she glanced at him, her eyes full of disgust as if saying, "You can't even react to this."
Duan Jiu has a lot of grievances that he can't express.
God knows, it’s not that he is slow, he is still the same person, but the prince is no longer the same prince as before.
"Well, I've never coaxed anyone before."
Pei Jing realized that he couldn't come up with any ideas, so he just started to figure it out on his own.
He stood up, paced a few steps in the study, stopped by the window, and whispered to the window paper: "Don't be angry, it's my fault."
After saying that, he turned around and looked at Duan Jiu, "Do you think it's better to use 'I' or 'this king' here?"
Duan Jiu: “…”
"Forget it. You won't understand even if I ask you." Pei Jing paused, then added, "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was being unreasonable."
After saying this, he frowned, thinking that what he said was too unimpressive and not in line with his status, but he couldn't think of anything else for a moment.
As I was thinking about it, I caught a glimpse of the sky outside the window. I didn't know when it had turned dusk, and the lanterns in the distance were lighting up one after another.
Pei Jing turned around and asked Duan Jiu, "Has she eaten yet?"
Duan Jiu was stunned and said hurriedly: "I don't know, I will send someone to ask."
"No need." Pei Jing raised his hand to stop him and walked out. "I will go and see for myself."
Duan Jiu saw this and hurriedly picked up the cloak from the shelf and quickly followed, "Your Highness, your cloak."
"No need." Pei Jing said lightly.
Duan Jiu didn't dare to persuade him anymore and could only follow closely behind with his cloak in his arms.
The corridors were illuminated by lanterns, and the warm yellow light flowed down the eaves, casting a few blurry circles on the bluestone slabs.
Pei Jing stopped as soon as he turned the corner of the corridor.
Jiang Fei walked slowly towards the other end of the corridor. She was wearing a moon-white skirt that looked like clouds blown by the evening breeze, and the few strands of hair on her temples were also moved.
She seemed to be thinking about something, with her eyebrows slightly lowered, until she caught a glimpse of a figure at the other end of the corridor, and then she suddenly raised her eyes.
The moment their eyes met, Jiang Fei also stopped.
The lantern at the corner of the corridor swayed, and it seemed that even the wind flowing under the corridor had quietly slowed down the moment she stopped.
Pei Jing seemed to react only at this moment. His eyes swept over her clothes, and the anger that had been suppressed in his heart rose up again.
His face suddenly darkened, and he grabbed the cloak from Duan Jiu's arms, walked over, unfolded it, and wrapped Jiang Fei in it.
"You don't even know to put on a cloak. What are you doing out so late at night?" There was obvious displeasure in his tone and his brows were tightly furrowed.
When Jiang Fei saw him like this, she knew he was still angry.
He is a person with mental illness. Why would she, a good person, argue with a patient?
He is even more pitiful than her. He has a mother that he cannot recognize, and no one loves him. If she is angry with him, who will love him?
Her Pei Songnian is really pitiful.
Pei Jing tied it up for her carefully and looked up to see her expression.
That look...was he trying to show weakness to him? Good move!
Pei Jing's gaze dropped down to Jiang Fei's feet again.
They were a pair of soft shoes embroidered with twined branches. The soles of such shoes were thin, and they were light and comfortable to wear in a house with a burned floor heating, so it was no big deal.
But we are outside now, and the bluestone slabs are soaked in cold night dew. How can this thin foundation withstand it?
Pei Jing's anger suddenly rose. He bent down and picked up the man horizontally, then strode into the yard, unable to help scolding him.
"Jiang Xiaocui! You are deliberately wearing so little to make me feel distressed, right?"
Jiang Fei hugged his neck and said, "No, I forgot to change my shoes when I went out."
"You did it on purpose." Pei Jing lowered his eyes and looked at her, his tone tinged with gritted teeth. "You're clearly trying to use a self-torture tactic to make me so distressed that I forget to be angry, right?"
Jiang Fei suppressed her laughter and asked, "Are you heartbroken?"
Pei Jing paused, staring down at her. "What do you think? Is my heart made of stone?"
Duan Jiu followed from a distance, staring in amazement.
This was not the plan in the study just now. He even said he wanted to apologize, but when he saw the young lady coming to him, he became so arrogant that he even dared to scold her.
Pei Jing carried Jiang Fei into the bedroom. Duan Jiu quickly ordered the servants to serve dinner and waited outside. Seeing the harmonious atmosphere inside, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After the food was cleared away and the snacks were replaced, Pei Jing stood up and came out with an imperceptible relief on his face.
Duan Jiu hurried forward and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Your Highness, have you apologized?"
Pei Jing glanced at him sideways. "I apologized to calm her down. Now that she's no longer angry, why should I apologize? It's unnecessary."
Duan Jiu choked.
"Besides, you've seen it too. She can't leave me alone. She's very clingy." Pei Jing glanced at Duan Jiu after he finished speaking. Seeing that he looked unconvinced, he continued:
"Didn't you see what shoes she was wearing?"
Duan Jiu replied, "I dare not look."
Pei Jing was quite satisfied with this answer. "The embroidered shoes on her feet are embroidered with a winding branch pattern. These winding branches are entwined and entwined, isn't it trying to entangle me?"
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