"Miss, please go and persuade Young Master Xue. He's already injured, and he probably can't stand for long," a young woman in a light red dress complained to the people in the carriage.
"No. There are too many rumors about me and Huai'an in the capital. If I show myself, it will only confirm those rumors." The voice coming from the carriage was as delicate as her exposed hand, and any man who heard it would feel a strong urge to protect her.
The girl's tone turned exasperated, and she complained, "Miss! Young Master Xue likes you. If Qin Su hadn't forced him, none of this would have happened. You need to be more assertive and not lose to her."
The person in the carriage was Chen Yirou, one of the people involved in the secret rendezvous on the 18th.
She bit her lower lip, hesitant. "Yinghong, don't say that. It's Huai'an's freedom to choose who he marries. Besides, Miss Qin and Huai'an's marriage is arranged by their parents and matchmakers, so we can't let others gossip about it."
"You're just too soft-hearted and kind! It's clearly a female bandit who stole your husband." Her tone was full of dissatisfaction, and she didn't even show any respect for Chen Yirou, her mistress.
“Yinghong! Don’t be rude!” she emphasized, but it had little deterrent effect.
Yinghong muttered under her breath, "Following a master like this is the worst luck imaginable. When will this never end? I'm not fighting for anything."
Chen Yirou didn't hear exactly what Yinghong said, but she knew Yinghong's ambition to be second to none.
dark place.
Qin Su pulled out the gold hairpin from her hair, stared intently at the carriage, and strode forward.
Sudden--
Her wrist was gripped by a hand through the stiff fabric, and she instinctively raised her hand to attack.
The other person narrowly dodged, then grabbed her forearm with his other hand, almost pulling her half-into his arms.
A cool, delicate fragrance wafted into Qin Su's nostrils, and she looked up to meet a pair of deep, soulful eyes.
"Your Highness?" She froze, blinked, not understanding why it was him.
"Hmm," Prince Chen responded, adding, "If you want to make your move, let's change the location."
Qin Su's thoughts returned to normal. She turned her head and glanced at the extremely simple carriage, and suddenly felt a little scared.
She was too easily controlled by the hatred from her past life. She didn't know if Chen Yirou would have died if she had made a move just now, but it would definitely have caused a huge uproar. At that time, no one could protect her or the Marquis of Zhongyi's mansion.
"I understand. Thank you for reminding me, Your Highness." She noticed their posture at that moment, her face flushed red, and she hurriedly broke free from his grasp.
Prince Chen did not exert any force. His deep black eyes subtly surveyed her, and only looked away when he saw that she was unharmed.
The previously clear sky suddenly turned gloomy, as if a storm was brewing.
Qin Su put her hands behind her back, her face flushed, and asked softly, "Your Highness, would you like to come in and sit down?"
"If you have something to do, we can reschedule for another day. I don't want to delay your business."
Prince Chen glanced at Xue Huai'an, who was still standing at the door, then looked at the carriage, and finally fixed his gaze on Qin Su.
In my memory, she didn't seem to be such an easily shy person.
“We are of the same generation, there’s no need for honorifics,” he reminded us in a cold voice.
Qin Su: "Huh?"
"Is there a problem?" Prince Chen asked.
Qin Su shook her head quickly, her white jade earrings swaying on her fair neck. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the earrings were more beautiful or she was more beautiful.
"My name is Yu Shuo, and my courtesy name is Ziyu."
Qin Su certainly knew all this; he had introduced himself in the same way before.
Yu Ziyu found it a bit strange; she had once teased him about it, but he had never cared.
“If you mind, you can’t call me by my courtesy name in front of others,” Yu Shuo added.
Ultimately, men and women are different and should not be too close.
"Okay," Qin Su replied with a smile.
"lead the way."
Qin Su looked bewildered.
Yu Shuo lowered his thin eyelids and asked her, "Didn't you say you were going to visit my house? Are you trying to fool me?"
Qin Su quickly waved her hand, "Your Highness, this way please."
The words had barely left his mouth when the rain, as big as beans, began to fall.
Qin Su looked at Chongyang helplessly and asked, "Did you bring an umbrella?"
Chongyang had already taken the two tung oil umbrellas from the guards. He handed one to Qin Su, opened the other for himself, and then... took a big step back.
Qin Su: ? ? ?
What does this mean?
Chongyang remained expressionless, but her eyes held a smile. "I'd appreciate it if Miss Qin could take good care of my prince. This umbrella is too small for two people to share."
Qin Su compared them and realized that hers was indeed bigger.
"How about we switch?" She didn't mind using a smaller one.
Chongyang smiled wryly, "His Highness complained that I smelled too much sweat, so I can only trouble Miss Qin."
"It's alright, the rain isn't heavy." Yu Shuo lifted his foot and walked into the rain, and Chongyang immediately urged him with his eyes.
Qin Su hurriedly chased after him, raising her tung oil umbrella, but even so, rain still fell onto Yu Shuo's black robe.
"Young Master!"
"Huai'an!"
Two sharp sounds immediately caught Qin Su's attention. She looked over and saw Xue Huai'an swaying and falling to the ground.
But the next second Qin Su's attention returned, and her hand was being held.
That large, dry hand exuded a strong sense of security.
“Chongyang.” Yu Shuo reached out his hand.
Chongyang had no choice but to hand over the umbrella, leaving himself in the rain.
Qin Su quickly tilted the tung oil umbrella slightly, "Is Your Highness getting wet?"
She stood on tiptoe; there was a slight height difference between them.
Yu Shuo shook his head, gripped the umbrella handle with his large, well-defined hand, and said, "Go."
Qin Su was bewildered.
“If you go to Xue Huai’an now, he will remember your kindness,” Yu Shuo added.
Qin Su pursed her lips, her expression not very pleasant.
"Your Highness, I have already said that I will not turn back."
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