Chapter 22
On the way back, the autumn rain that had been accumulating for a long time finally began to fall.
Zhao Congyun closed the car curtain with one hand and turned up the heat of the heater, while his other hand held Yue Mingming tightly without letting go.
Yue Mingming felt a little embarrassed.
She knew that Zhao Congyun loved cleanliness the most. Her hands were greasy because she had grabbed the chicken legs, and there was a strong smell of roast chicken.
She tentatively pulled her hand back: "Sorry...it's a little dirty...can I wipe it off?"
Zhao Congyun didn't answer, but clenched his palms even tighter.
Yue Mingming couldn't help but secretly look at him, but unexpectedly Zhao Congyun's dark eyes just looked over and met her furtive gaze.
His eyes were deep and dark, and beneath the calmness seemed to be surging unknown storms.
Yue Mingming's heart beat wildly because of the stare.
The sound of rain outside was getting louder, and the wet night wind, wrapped in coolness, came into the carriage, suddenly moistening Zhao Congyun's eyes.
Yue Mingming stared at his red eyes, thinking that she must be dazzled... She was so shocked that she almost went over to check, but saw Zhao Congyun took a deep breath and quickly closed his eyes.
Yue Mingming: ………
Only then did she notice the unmistakable gloom under Zhao Congyun's eyes. Besides the dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a bit disheveled, his chin was slightly blue, and his usually neat long gown was stained with a few ink stains.
How long has it been since I last slept? I've gotten myself into this state... like a lost dog...
It's a bit inexplicably pitiful.
Yue Mingming really wanted to pat him on the head and throw him a meat bun.
She was stunned for a moment, then put away her joking thoughts. She couldn't help but reach out and smooth down a strand of his hair. Zhao Congyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, his throat rolled slightly, but he didn't open his eyes.
"Why don't you take a nap first? We're still some distance away from the palace." Yue Mingming said with a smile.
"Yeah." Zhao Congyun agreed softly, tilting his head to rest on the shaking car window, looking uncomfortable.
The next second, the girl's soft body suddenly leaned over: "Hey... Let me lend you my shoulder, go to sleep!"
Zhao Congyun froze.
A person who has always been steady and self-controlled was so shocked by Yue Mingming's sudden enthusiasm that he dared not open his eyes, let alone get close to him. He was like a frozen ice cube, except that there was heat coming out of it all around him.
Yue Mingming found it funny and said jokingly, "Your Highness, you'll easily get a stiff neck if you're like this!"
Zhao Congyun missed the best opportunity to go with the flow, and it would be even more awkward for him to move closer, so he could only remain silent and continue to be stiff.
The carriage suddenly jolted, and just before Zhao Congyun's head hit the window, a hand smelling of roast chicken reached out and pressed his head to the other side.
The force was not strong, just enough to break his reserve.
Zhao Congyun rested his head on a slender shoulder, and even his breathing became lighter. The panic, anger, fear, and fatigue of the past few days dissipated little by little like mist, finally revealing the clear night sky.
The moon is bright and clear, and my wish comes true.
He let out an almost inaudible breath, his body relaxed, and he actually fell into a deep sleep.
*
The last person to get a stiff neck was Yue Mingming.
In front of the mansion, she couldn't bear to disturb Zhao Congyun, so she sat with him in the car for two hours, and then she fell asleep.
When she woke up, the person had returned to the room. His hands were clean, without any smell of oil or roast chicken. Only a faint scent of pine snow remained, gently covering her.
Yue Mingming climbed up with his neck tilted, and saw the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard being blown all over the ground by the rain, and curls of smoke rising from the small kitchen. He felt a heavy sense of security in his heart.
Since when did she really start to think of this place as her home?
While I was stunned, Xing'er ran in from outside, tears in her eyes, saying, "I prayed every day... God has mercy on me, my wife is finally back safely!"
Yue Mingming's smile hadn't yet broken when he noticed the maid's arm was wrapped in bandages. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your arm? Did you hurt it when you were fighting the fire that day?"
Xing Er smiled uncomfortably: "Yes...I got burned a little that day...it's no big deal!"
Yue Mingming beckoned her over: "Let me take a look! Burns can be serious or minor, but it would be bad if they left scars."
Xing'er hastily refused, "It's really okay. Uncle Dong has had someone check on me. I should be well again in a few days. The hot water is ready. I'll help you wash and change clothes first."
Yue Mingming walked over calmly, suddenly grabbed her sleeve and looked through the book carefully.
But Xing'er's arms were smooth, so there were no signs of burns.
Just as she was about to ask, Xing Er couldn't help but cry out in pain. Yue Mingming was so frightened that his hands trembled: "Where does it hurt?"
"No...it's not a burn...it's just a broken bone...it's okay."
Yue Mingming looked at her expression and immediately realized what was going on. His eyes turned cold. "Did Li Pingru do it? Tell the truth!"
Xing'er slumped to her knees. "It was my own carelessness. Madam Yue, please don't provoke her! You can stay safe in this garden. With the prince protecting you, your life is safe!"
Anger rose in Yue Mingming's eyes. He wanted her to hide under Zhao Congyun's wings and deceive herself by being a coward?
impossible!
She didn't want to embarrass Xing'er, so she helped her up and said with a smile, "I know! I won't let you worry about me anymore! But you have to take good care of yourself... I'm going to take a shower, you don't need to wait on me!"
After turning around and leaving, Yue Mingming's eyes showed a determined look, and she secretly made up her mind that she must avenge this revenge!
*
Yue Mingming was absent-minded while taking a bath and stayed in it for a full hour.
After coming out of the bath feeling refreshed, she walked back, touching her hungry belly, praying that Xing'er would be understanding and prepare some food for her.
As soon as they entered the room, the aroma of food wafted out. However, it wasn't Xing'er who was considerate, but Zhao Congyun.
He had regained his former graceful appearance, wearing a moon-shaped satin robe inlaid with silver thread, which was simple, elegant and exquisite. There was still a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows, but it was concealed by his calm demeanor.
Yue Mingming was stunned for a moment, then he greeted her with a stiff neck, "Sorry I washed my hair too much! How long will it take?"
I touched the soup bowl and it was still hot.
Before Zhao Congyun could reply, Xing'er said, "Your Highness has been waiting for over an hour... I've asked the kitchen to reheat the meal three times. If the taste isn't right, I'll have them remake it."
Yue Mingming looked at him in surprise: "No way!"
She said earnestly, "Next time, eat first, or ask someone to call me... Don't wait around like an idiot!"
Zhao Congyun put down the soup bowl and glanced at her silently.
There was no sarcasm, no complaints, not even a sneer.
…………
Yue Mingming was frightened by Zhao Congyun's "suffering in silence".
She tried hard to recall last night. It seemed that she didn't do anything to him. Why did he have such a strange expression?
It's just a shoulder to lean on, you won't ask her to take responsibility, right?
"If you have any dissatisfaction, please tell me directly. You are a bit scary like this." Yue Mingming said sincerely.
Zhao Congyun's face darkened, and he pulled out a letter from his pocket and threw it over: "...what you want."
Yue Mingming was confused and curiously unfolded the letter. Suddenly, three words caught his eye:
Divorce letter!
"You want to divorce me?" Yue Mingming was stunned.
She has already received a divorce letter once. Although a peaceful divorce sounds better, there is no need to waste time reminding her again!
"Can you please see clearly before you speak?" Zhao Congyun said angrily.
Yue Mingming struggled to read, his head pounding with the flamboyant classical Chinese. Finally, he declared, "Ahem... I don't understand."
Zhao Congyun lost his temper and finally explained through gritted teeth: "Give this to Su Dingrou and ask her to sign and seal it."
"You...you agreed?!"
The surprise came so unexpectedly that Yue Mingming almost jumped up: "I'll go find her now! Tell her the good news!"
Zhao Congyun grabbed her with his long arm and stopped her, saying coldly, "Let's talk after dinner."
Yue Mingming obeyed his orders at this moment and immediately sat back, serving soup and picking up dishes, like a real lackey.
"How did you figure it out?" she couldn't help but ask.
"It rained all night yesterday," Zhao Congyun said calmly, "I think I'm losing my mind."
"That's very polite of you to say that!"
Yue Mingming was in a good mood and didn't argue with him. He continued to flatter him, "Thank you on behalf of my sister, the princess! Don't worry, when I have time, I'll go to the Yue Lao Temple to pray for a better marriage for you! I guarantee it will be no worse than their childhood sweethearts!"
Zhao Congyun paused for a moment and said, "Thank you. I'd better ask for it on your own behalf."
Yue Mingming didn't understand the hidden meaning in his words and laughed, "I don't need it... Haven't you heard that a wise man doesn't fall in love? Whoever wants to suffer the pain of love can eat it!"
Zhao Congyun: …………
Yue Mingming thought for a moment, then asked weakly, "Have you thought about what to say to the outside world? Do you need to give an explanation to the Emperor?"
Zhao Congyun said, "Don't worry about these things. I will handle them myself. The only thing you need to consider is how to convince her grandfather. From what I know, that old tutor is not easy to fool."
"He knows I was secretly involved in this canal transport incident, and his impression of me is no longer the same as before. If I continue to use the rhetoric of a playboy to fool him, I don't think he will believe it."
Whitewashing also has its own troubles.
Yue Mingming nodded: "I understand! If you really can't do it, just say it! Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, so how could he possibly drown his own granddaughter in a pond?"
She suddenly remembered what her eccentric father had done and said worriedly, "Uh... can't be so perverted?"
Zhao Congyun guessed what she was thinking, and his tone softened as he consoled her: "It's okay. If it's inconvenient for you, I'll talk to him first."
"I can't rely on you for everything! Is there anything I can help with?"
"Just don't cause any more trouble." Zhao Congyun seemed to sigh softly, "Also, your claim of becoming a princess isn't possible just yet... Give me some time, at least until you're no longer the daughter of a traitor."
Yue Mingming wanted to persuade him not to take it too seriously, but seeing his serious expression, she didn't dare to speak.
He was trying to fulfill her request step by step. If she said no again, wouldn't it be a bit...chacha?
"Okay, I'll listen to you!"
Yue Mingming suddenly realized that he was actually following the system's instructions to complete the task!
But she hadn't remembered that she was in a game for a long time. She couldn't just laugh off what happened, nor could she see the people in front of her as just bosses and NPCs.
Even though she had only been with little Anian for a few days, she began to worry about him.
She is feeling pain personally, and also loving personally.
Yue Mingming glanced at Zhao Congyun's profile and thought something was wrong!
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