Chapter 18 I Love Telling Little Lies
Lu Jinye's expression changed slightly, as if he was doubting whether this sentence was true.
People in the Colosseum would indeed do such a thing, but seeing that she didn't look serious at all, I felt that this statement was not quite believable.
Qiao Wanyan was very happy and said with pity: "What should I do? You must always pay attention to whether I am alive and well in the future. It's so hard."
Lu Jinye lowered his eyes slightly and increased the strength in his hands a little. Immediately, he saw a glaring blood color appear on her slender porcelain-white neck.
"Miss!" the maids exclaimed.
Lu Jinye couldn't see his neck, but he felt a slight pain and the feeling of blood oozing out.
It’s actually true.
I will live and die with her, but she will not live and die with me. This is exactly what the Colosseum can do.
Lu Jinye got up from her body, his eyes cold.
Zi Yuan immediately went over to help Qiao Wanyan up, her eyes red with heartache, "Miss, are you okay?"
Qiao Wanyan didn't say anything, but gently brushed the wound on her neck with her fingertips.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the blood on her fingertips, "Lu Jinye, you hurt me."
Zi Yuan raised her hand and was about to hit him in the face, wanting to teach this ignorant guy a lesson.
The young lady saved him out of kindness, but he treated her like this. It's simply like a dog biting Lu Dubin who doesn't know how to appreciate a good person!
However, the blood-stained hairpin was pointed at Ziyuan's eyes for an instant, forcing her to stop what she was doing and not dare to move.
Qiao Wanyan pulled Ziyuan back and looked at him quietly.
Lu Jinye said coldly: "I am yours, not hers. She has no right to touch me."
Qiao Wanyan sneered, walked up to him and looked carefully at the cold face of the young man.
"Pa." A crisp slap sounded.
Lu Jinye didn't move at all, as if he was not the one who was slapped, and his cold gaze showed no ripples.
After being slapped more than a dozen times, Qiao Wanyan was left with no strength left.
She had been pampered since she was young, with someone waiting on her side no matter what she did, and her body was very delicate. Now, even a task like beating someone up was a challenge for her.
"Go kneel outside."
Lu Jinye said nothing, turned around and walked outside, kneeling in the yard.
It was very cold in the dead of winter. Lu Jinye was not wearing a cloak or coat. He knelt on the cold ground like a wooden man with no desires or heart.
After a while, the window on the second floor of the warm room was opened.
Lu Jinye looked up and met the gaze of the fairy-like woman by the window.
Now his life depends on that woman. If he wants to kill her and leave here, he has to get the antidote.
There is no antidote in the Colosseum, maybe I can try my luck in the Pharmacist Valley.
But he still doesn't know where Pharmacist Valley is.
In the evening, Qiao Yihuan arrived. Seeing the pale-faced boy kneeling on the ground, he quickly walked over and half-knelt down, speaking in a gentle tone full of concern and sympathy.
"Who are you? I have never seen you before. Are you Wanyan's attendant? Did she ask you to kneel here in such a cold weather? I have a hot water bottle here for you to use first. I will go and talk to Wanyan for you."
Lu Jinye didn't take it and didn't make any move, not even thinking of looking at her.
This woman is so noisy.
Xiaoying asked, "My lady is kind enough to help you, why don't you appreciate it?"
Lu Jinye was annoyed by the noise and said impatiently, "Go away."
"You!" Xiaoying was so angry that she wanted to go up to him and argue with him, but was stopped by Qiao Yihuan.
"Forget it, let's go find Wanyan first."
Qiao Wanyan was still resting and had not woken up yet. When Qiao Yihuan was at the door, she was stopped outside by the maid and was not allowed to enter, saying that their young lady had not woken up yet.
Qiao Yihuan didn't react much, but Xiaoying was very angry.
"Why won't you let us in? Even if you let us in and wait, what's the use? You are just a dog relying on the power of the master. I think the servants are like the masters."
She really hated the second young lady. In the past, she had repeatedly bullied the eldest young lady in the mansion, but the master and the mistress always sided with the second young lady, while outside, they pretended to treat their two daughters equally.
How much injustice has the young lady suffered over the years? Even if others don’t know, how could she not know?
I can only see the young lady once or twice a year, and every time the young lady only reports good news but not bad news. Why is such a good young lady always bullied by her family? Is this still family?
If it weren't for the Crown Prince's protection and the young Marquis's care, the young lady would have been really pitiful!
Qiao Yihuan pulled her to stop her from talking, but suddenly she coughed a few times, as if she had caught a cold.
Xiaoying immediately asked with concern, "Miss, are you okay? Is it too cold outside and you are cold?"
Having said this, Xiaoying suddenly opened the door and pulled Qiao Yihuan in.
The violent sound of the door opening woke up Qiao Wanyan in the inner room, and Ziyuan immediately went out to check.
"What's wrong with you? I told you my young lady is taking a rest. You're making so much noise that she's already getting nervous!"
Qiao Yihuan said quickly, "Miss Ziyuan, it's all my fault. I will personally go and apologize to my sister."
"It's none of my young lady's business. I insisted on coming in. My young lady has something to ask the second young lady, and it's really cold waiting outside. Why can't she come in and wait?"
Qiao Wanyan had a headache. Since the prince was not around, she was too lazy to contact Qiao Yihuan. She was not afraid that Qiao Yihuan would say that she said one thing to his face and another behind his back.
What's worse, she actually hoped that Qiao Yihuan would fabricate more faults about her in front of the prince.
After all, gossips are very annoying.
She walked out from behind the screen wearing a thin gauze dress. The dress was not tied with a belt and the hem fluttered slightly as she walked. Her waist-length hair, as black as ink, was scattered behind her.
She has a slender figure, and looks thin from the side, but she has flesh where it should be.
Qiao Yihuan is also a woman, but when she saw Qiao Wanyan, who was so impeccably beautiful, her first thought was not jealousy. Instead, she was so attracted by her that her mind went blank.
This is followed by emotions such as inferiority, envy, and jealousy.
"Wanyan, it's all my fault for waking you up."
Qiao Wanyan sat down on the main chair slowly and picked up the teacup. "It's okay. I don't mind such a small matter. Sister, the same goes for me. Why do you have to be so polite to me?"
Zi Yuan glanced at the two maids not far away, and saw that they immediately stepped forward and grabbed Xiaoying on the left and right.
Zi Yuan walked over, raised her hand and started slapping her, feeling extremely disappointed.
It would be even better if the one being beaten was the young lady!
It would be better to destroy her face, so that the prince will never look at the eldest lady again in the future!
Qiao Yihuan immediately tried to stop them, but the other maids stopped her. She could only beg anxiously, "Stop hitting her, stop hitting her, Wanyan, didn't you say it's okay? Why do you still allow Ziyuan to hit Xiaoying?"
Qiao Wanyan took a sip of the tea at just the right temperature and smiled, "I like to tell little lies."
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