Chapter 336 So Sour
The study became quiet. He Zhiyu sat on a chair, his deep eyes fixed on the frost and snow in the far north, which was bone-chillingly cold.
Jingyuan didn't dare to speak, but just carefully poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table next to him.
He Zhiyu closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. His right hand rested on the armrest, and his slender, white, bony fingers tapped lightly. He seemed nonchalant, but his furrowed brows revealed that he was in a very bad mood at the moment.
"Yihuan went back today?"
Jing Yuan nodded and agreed, "Yes, Miss Qiao went back early this morning. She said that she had been away from home for a long time and her family would be worried if she stayed any longer."
"Worried? She has such a bad relationship with the Qiao family, who would be worried?"
He Zhiyu picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
Jing Yuan pursed his lips and said, "Your Highness, I heard that the rain stopped today, and Miss Qiao went out to the South City."
A crack appeared on the teacup in He Zhiyu's hand, and he put it down calmly, as if the crack had nothing to do with him.
Jing Yuan said cautiously: "The Second Miss is now obsessed with Prince Jing. Since Prince Jing has given the Second Miss a love poison, he will definitely not help us hand over the medicine."
He paused after finishing his words, "The Second Miss is your highness's savior, but your highness is the crown prince after all, so it's enough to help here. There's no need to argue with King Jing right now."
The implication is that there is no need to lose sight of the overall situation for the sake of a woman.
King Jing would definitely not give that bowl of blood, so the antidote has now become a dead end.
He Zhiyu lowered his eyes and looked at the cracked teacup, then stood up after a long silence.
"Go to Prince Jing's Mansion."
Jingyuan sighed, but finally caught up.
The rain has stopped and the weather, which has been gloomy for ten days, is now exceptionally good.
But even in such good weather, Qiao Wanyan did not get off the carriage when she arrived in South City.
There is no other reason, it's just because the ground is too dirty and we don't want to step on it.
The window of the carriage was opened, and Qiao Wanyan saw the person she wanted to see.
In the distance, a middle-aged man wearing a black gauze hat was bending slightly and saying something to the young man in front of him. His eyes were respectful and awed, and all his attention was focused on him, for fear that he would miss a glance and get into trouble.
But the young man didn't look at him. He stood straight as a pine tree with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
He was dressed in a purple robe that was extraordinarily noble, and his innate aura was enough to make people feel suffocated even without him saying a word.
He Yanli could hear the officials' chattering in his ears, but he was not paying attention to the words.
He half-closed his eyes and glanced at the ground, and understood why the squeamish girl in the carriage didn't want to get off.
In the distance, Zi Yuan got off the carriage and walked towards this side. He Yanli said calmly, "Back off."
The official immediately nodded in agreement, breathed a sigh of relief, took two steps back respectfully, and then turned and left.
Zi Yuan approached, "Your Highness, my lady knows that Your Highness has been very hard at work dealing with the floods recently, so she specially made a bowl of osmanthus almond soup for Your Highness."
He Yanli didn't believe it. This osmanthus almond soup could be made by anyone, but definitely not by her.
"I hate sweet drinks the most. Since she misses me so much, doesn't she know what my taste is?"
Zi Yuan was a little embarrassed, "This... How about the prince tell this servant now, and I will pass it on to the young lady?"
He Yanli met Qiao Wanyan's eyes with the smiling face in the carriage, "I really want to drink a bowl of ginseng soup now. By the way, it has to be ginseng soup made from thousand-year-old ginseng."
Ziyuan frowned. Ginseng soup?
That stuff tastes terrible and has no flavor. It's not even as good as the soup from roast pork elbow!
"Then I will tell the young lady."
Mo Xiao was very confused. The prince hated drinking ginseng soup the most.
As if remembering something, Mo Xiao curled his lips behind him.
So sour!
However, before Ziyuan could return, something happened on the carriage side.
Some refugees started rioting and a group of them hit the carriage. Although it didn't overturn it, it was obviously shaken.
The coachman tried his best to control the horse and calm it down, so as to prevent the horse from losing control and running away.
Zi Yuan threw down the food box and was about to run back, but she felt a gust of wind passing by.
Upon seeing this, Mo Xiao immediately summoned people to suppress the mob. He Yanli got on the carriage first, looking a little nervous. When he saw Qiao Wanyan curled her lips, her legs immediately got into the carriage uncontrollably.
"You scared me." A faint voice sounded, like clouds in the sky.
She stretched out her hand, and He Yanli saw a red streak on her fingertips.
It was shallow, probably caused by a collision.
He Yanli's expression moved slightly, and he held her hand. Before he could rub it gently, he saw Qiao Wanyan with half of her body leaning on his arm, slightly tilting her head and blinking at him.
"What are you doing so close to me?" He Yanli turned his eyes away and didn't look at him, but Qiao Wanyan saw that his ears were very red.
I guess it was very hot.
A beautiful arc appeared on the corner of Qiao Wanyan's mouth. She felt that he seemed a little at a loss and was rubbing his fingertips in panic, but it was not the finger that was injured.
"Why don't you come to me?" she asked.
He Yanli paused, "Why did the king look for you?"
Qiao Wanyan said leisurely, "I will be unhappy if you talk like this. You clearly saw me, why didn't you come to me the first time? If you had come to me the first time, I wouldn't have been hit in the carriage. It's all your fault!"
Every word he says is accusatory, but one doesn't seem to be annoyed.
Qiao Wanyan was indeed not blaming him. She stretched out her voice at the end with a proud tone, and it was clear that she was acting coquettishly.
In the past, if she had done this, He Yanli would not pick the stars for her even if she asked for the moon in the sky.
He Yanli felt itchy, so itchy that his whole body felt numb.
But when he thought that she was poisoned by love and no longer focused on He Zhiyu, and that she kept saying that she liked him but could still tease other men when he couldn't see her, he felt even more jealous.
How could she...
How could someone be so fickle towards me even after being poisoned by love?
Qiao Wanyan said softly, "Now that you're in the carriage and you're ignoring me, could it be that, as Jiang Qiyun said, you still hate me in your heart?"
She said, turning her back to him.
The Yunsha shawl brushed across his arm. It was clearly through his clothes, but He Yanli seemed to feel the tingling sensation of the shawl brushing against his skin.
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