Chapter 96: So Delicate
Qiao Wanyan lowered her head and looked at his frozen form. A hint of pride appeared on her palm-sized face. She didn't hide it at all, and was as proud as an elegant and noble little white cat.
She smiled and said, "My Lord, is my hand nice to touch?"
The next second, He Yanli shook off her hand, looked away and continued eating.
Qiao Wanyan reached out her hand again, "Your Highness, it still hurts. The tea has scalded me red, please take a look."
He Yanli glanced at her coldly, acted like a spoiled child, and took advantage of her at the slightest smile. He was heartless.
"Does the fact that your hand is burned red have anything to do with me? Just blow it off yourself."
He Yanli replied unhappily, then retracted his gaze and glanced at the back of her hand that she had stretched out to the side, and sure enough, there was a small red spot.
Qiao Wanyan pulled a stool over and sat down, looking at him with her head slightly tilted, not saying a word, looking pitiful.
Everyone could see that she was pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, but she didn't look annoying at all.
Mo Xiao lowered his head. He was afraid that if he continued to watch, he would really start to waver.
The experiences of the prince in the past few years are actually nothing to shake him. In the past, he was very lucky to receive special treatment from Miss Qiao Er, and it was worth it to suffer some grievances later.
He knew that such an idea was a bit shameless, but looking at Miss Qiao's face, beauty really is justice, and people subconsciously want to excuse her.
Mo Xiao secretly cursed himself in his heart, what a piece of shit he was. As a prince, he actually didn't stand on the same side with him.
"It hurts~" She deliberately prolonged the last syllable of the voice, and looked at him with a pair of charming eyes. Anyone who saw it would not be able to bear it.
But He Yanli didn't even look at it to solve the problem fundamentally.
Qiao Wanyan asked again: "Your Highness, is there any burn ointment in the mansion? My hands are all burned red. If I don't apply the burn ointment in time, I will be left with scars."
He Yanli turned his head and glanced at Mo Xiao behind him, and saw that Mo Xiao had received the silent message from his master, nodded and said loudly, "No!"
He has followed the prince for so many years. He knows what the prince is going to do with just one look from him, and he even knows what the prince's fart smells like!
He Yanli frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "I told you to get it!"
Mo Xiao, who had just been proud of his good cooperation with the prince, suddenly folded his brain and left with a gloomy face.
The moment he passed Zi Yuan at the door, Mo Xiao heard her whispering again.
"Fun."
Mo Xiao bared his teeth.
After a while, He Yanli was having his meal while Qiao Wanyan was sitting beside him while Zi Yuan was applying burn ointment on her.
The rich aroma of medicine filled the air, even covering up the fragrance of the delicacies on the table.
After Zi Yuan carefully applied the burn ointment, Qiao Wanyan stood up and walked over again. Just as she was about to pick up the purple clay teapot, she saw He Yanli holding down the teapot with his big hand, preventing her from picking it up.
"What?"
Qiao Wanyan said obediently: "Pour tea for the prince. As a weak woman, I don't know how to make the prince agree to release Yunyao. I can only do what I can to please the prince."
"Put it down, go aside." He Yanli took the teapot to the other side. "The burn ointment in my palace is very expensive, and your maidservant took half a can like a bandit. Do you think my things are free?"
Qiao Wanyan blinked her eyes, secretly cursed him as a stingy guy, took off the handkerchief pinned to her waist, and took a step closer to wipe the corner of He Yanli's lips.
He Yanli didn't dodge, but just looked up at her.
Qiao Wanyan pretended not to see it and used the handkerchief to wipe his forehead.
"What are you doing?"
Qiao Wanyan said truthfully: "Your Majesty, your frown does not look good. I will help you smooth it out."
He Yanli was so angry that he laughed, "Sometimes I am really curious about what is in your head. But I know that no matter what time it is, it is just a paste. It's just a matter of whether it is thick or thin."
Qiao Wanyan was obedient;
Inner thought: Your little mouth looks like it’s covered with gold!
My brain is full of paste, and your brain is full of gold!
He Yanli said calmly: "Although I hate you, I am not a heartless person."
Qiao Wanyan's eyes were bright, shining like stars, "Your Highness means..."
"I just finished my meal and now I want to have some sweet soup after the meal. Go and make a bowl of sweet soup yourself. If I think it tastes good, I will grant your request."
He Yanli's eyes were filled with a subtle light, "In this case, it doesn't count as deliberately making things difficult for you, does it?"
"No, no!" Qiao Wanyan said immediately.
She brought Ziyuan with her. What's the big deal if she has Ziyuan in a bowl of sweet soup? Even if it's a state banquet, Ziyuan can handle it.
Zi Yuan pursed her lips silently. Sweet soup? Who can make it?
Miss? It's good enough that Miss didn't blow up the kitchen.
Myself? I only know how to make braised pork elbow.
You can't just stew the pork elbow and add more sugar and give King Jing the pork elbow soup, right?
Then she might have to die in Prince Jing's mansion today.
After Qiao Wanyan and her servant left Qingyun Hall, Mo Xiao asked, "Your Majesty, Second Miss Qiao doesn't look like someone who can make sweet soup. If you just let her go, I guess Second Miss Qiao will be very happy."
He Yanli glanced at the handkerchief on the table that she had forgotten to take. "Happy? With her skills, she can't even cook rice, let alone make sweet soup."
"Let her eat it as it is, no matter how it is prepared."
He Yanli waved his hand, and the servants quickly cleared everything off the table.
He stood up, picked up a military book, sat on the armchair, and began to read quietly.
About two incense sticks later, He Yanli, who was feeling a little tired, suddenly heard a dull sound coming from outside.
After a while, a servant came in, "My Lord, Miss Qiao II..."
He Yanli stood up immediately, "What happened to her?"
The servant was a little embarrassed to say, "Miss Qiao, Miss Qiao blew up the kitchen!"
He Yanli was silent for a long time, "Where is she?"
The servant shook his head and said, "I have been looking for him for a long time but couldn't find him. I don't know if he is hiding somewhere or running away."
At that time, outside the back door on the west side of Prince Jing's Mansion, two young women stared at each other.
"Ziyuan, I'm scared."
Zi Yuan's voice trembled slightly, "Miss, I am afraid too. If we run away like this, will King Jing hunt us down?"
Qiao Wanyan pursed her lips and said, "I don't know. But if we run back to the Shangshu Mansion, Dad will definitely protect me. But......"
"But what?"
Qiao Wanyan smacked her lips and said, "Yun Yao will probably die."
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