Chapter 11 Flowers may bloom again, but people may never meet again
On the way back home, Dongfang Yan rarely rode a horse. Instead, he sat in the carriage with Lin Qingyue and asked her some questions.
"When did you learn the mystical arts? How come I don't know?"
"I know a lot, but Your Highness knows very little."
Indeed, Dongfang Yan’s understanding of Lin Qingyue was almost zero.
Before his marriage, he had come across Lin Qingyue a few times when he visited the Marquis's residence. Each time, the girl lowered her head and looked timid.
Dongfang Yan didn't even get a clear look at what she looked like.
At this moment, he looked up and saw the woman in the carriage, lifting the curtain with her delicate hands and looking at the scenery outside the window with interest.
The long street outside the car was lit up with bright lights. The warm yellow light filtered through the window, framing her features with a touch of softness.
Those dark eyes hid emotions that he couldn't understand - there was clearly a smile in them, but he couldn't see any sincerity or joy in them.
For the first time, Dongfang Yan couldn't help but want to pry into her true thoughts and understand what kind of person she was.
Suddenly, a different kind of light shone in those bright eyes, as if attracted by something.
"Stop!" Lin Qingyue suddenly shouted, and then she jumped down impatiently without waiting for the carriage to stop.
"careful!"
Dongfang Yan shouted out almost subconsciously. After he got out of the car, he saw Lin Qingyue standing in front of a jewelry stall, staring at a hairpin in a trance.
The hairpin was just a simple wooden hairpin with clusters of bright yellow osmanthus flowers dotted on the head. Although the shape was elegant, one could tell at a glance that the material was not precious and it was just an ordinary toy in the market.
But Lin Qingyue was stunned by what she saw until Dongfang Yan said, "If you want a hairpin, I can accompany you to Zhenbaozhai to choose one. The jewelry there is made of precious materials and cannot be compared with the ones sold at the street stalls."
Thinking of what happened last night, he wanted to give her a set of jewelry as a thank you.
"No need." Lin Qingyue took off the gold hairpin from her hair and handed it to the vendor. "I don't have any money with me today, so I'll use this gold hairpin to exchange for your wooden hairpin."
Dongfang Yanqi said, "If you really like it, I will buy it for you."
Lin Qingyue had already handed the hairpin over and said to the vendor, "No need to wrap it, I'll wear it."
Dongfang Yan looked at the osmanthus wood hairpin on her head and found it annoying no matter how he looked at it.
"You are a princess, after all. Why are you flaunting a simple wooden hairpin in public? Do you want people to think that I am mean to you?"
"The most precious thing in the world is the joy in my heart."
When she said this, her tone was light, and her eyes flashed with emotions that he could not understand.
Her bare hands touched the osmanthus flowers on the hairpin. Each of those tiny flowers seemed to carry memories of her past life, overwhelming her.
She seemed to see that man again, standing under the osmanthus tree, smiling and saying to her: "Osmanthus flowers are evergreen all year round, and their fragrance is rich and lingering, symbolizing the steadfastness of love."
At that time, Lin Qingyue had countless handsome men in her harem, and she had long since developed a cold and unfeeling nature. Even when faced with a sincere heart, she did not find it precious.
She plucked a bunch of osmanthus flowers, sniffed them, and discarded them casually. "Unfortunately, flowers wither and fade, and love fades. Don't talk to me about unwavering loyalty; it's boring."
She flicked her sleeves and left, and out of the corner of her eye she saw his lonely figure bending down to pick up the bouquet.
A few days later, he personally made a osmanthus wood hairpin and said to her, "Your Majesty does not like flowers to fall, so I made you this osmanthus hairpin that will never wither. Your Majesty, do you like it?"
"Oh, so vulgar." She spoke with disgust, but finally accepted the hairpin.
Later, when her atrocities were overturned and she burned herself to death, the three thousand beauties in her harem scattered like monkeys when the tree fell.
Only he, crossing the chaotic crowd, stepping over the sea of flames, ran towards her like a moth to a flame...
After traveling through time, her state of mind changed a lot.
I deliberately didn't mention the past. Only tonight, when I accidentally saw the sweet-scented osmanthus hairpin, it brought back many memories.
Actually, Dongfang Yan was right. This hairpin was indeed a bit crude, far inferior to the exquisite one made by that person.
Unfortunately, flowers may bloom again, but people will never meet again.
There wasn't much distance left to go back to the palace, so Lin Qingyue simply abandoned the carriage and walked instead.
Strangely, Dongfang Yan didn't even take the car, but walked beside her condescendingly. However, Lin Qingyue was in no mood to flatter him anymore.
The prosperity of the long street fell behind me, and a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the intersection in front, stumbled, and fell to the foot of the wall with a "thump".
It turned out to be a blood-stained, very thin tabby cat.
"What about the beast?"
"Damn it, you dare to ruin my good deeds? I'm going to skin you alive and throw you into the pot to stew!"
"The dead cat is there, it can't run away!"
Three men armed with bricks and sticks rushed out cursing.
Seeing Lin Qingyue and Dongfang Yan, as well as the guards, carriage, etc. behind them, everyone was shocked.
"Don't disturb the noble man here. Get out of here!" the guard shouted coldly.
The leading man bravely explained, "Don't blame me, sir. We were just walking down the street when a mad cat suddenly rushed out and started scratching us. It was that beast—let's take the cat away so it doesn't suddenly attack and hurt anyone else, causing trouble for you."
Dongfang Yan glanced at the men coldly, only to see deep bloodstains on their faces and hands, some of which were still bleeding.
It really is a crazy cat!
Dongfang Yan has never liked cats, and he disdains to associate with ordinary people. He walked away without saying a word.
The guards were only responsible for protection and did not want to meddle in other people's business.
After nodding and bowing to Dongfang Yan several times, those people hurriedly surrounded the tabby cat and lifted it up by its hind legs.
The tabby cat was already unconscious, but woke up in pain when its hind legs were pulled. The cat's head struggled slightly a few times, and a few weak cat meows came out of its mouth that was spitting blood.
Lin Qingyue stopped and suddenly said, "Wait a minute, you can't take the cat away."
Several people froze in their tracks, and one of them explained with a flattering face, "This is a mad cat. It bites everyone it sees. It's bitten the elderly and children in the neighborhood. We brothers can't stand it, so we want to catch it and get rid of it."
"Oh, really?" Lin Qingyue smiled. "But it just said that it saw the three of you bullying women, so it attacked you."
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