Chapter 65 Face to face, lips to lips
As for Zhao Liangxu, she didn't say a word on the carriage, and left without saying a word after getting off. Her back looked very resolute and desolate, so Anhe assumed that she had gone back to the house in distress and anger.
In reality... how could she possibly be angry?
On the contrary, she rarely felt this kind of excitement.
An He was anxiously trying to figure out Zhao Liangxu's inner struggle, but at this moment Zhao Liangxu was unusually determined to have a certain idea.
Anhe, I absolutely love her!
This idea sprouted in her heart like a spring bud, and then grew and strengthened very quickly.
In that critical moment, she couldn't even react in time. She watched helplessly as the tip of that short, painfully sharp blade, gleaming coldly, pierced the air and stabbed down at her.
Death is highly unlikely.
But she absolutely could not dodge it unscathed.
The short blade could only graz her cheek or neck as she dodged to the side; it might not be fatal, but it would certainly cause her considerable pain.
But Anhe was quick; he pulled her over and held her in his arms.
He even reached out to block her.
Anhe's heart tightened suddenly. In times of crisis, one can only focus on the danger in the outside world and find it difficult to feel other sensations or sounds.
However, with Zhao Liangxu's head pressed tightly against An He's neck, it was perfectly safe for her.
Anhe was wearing a python robe. She already knew that the python robe was wide enough to cover a person's figure, and even the sleeves of the arms were wide sleeves, inheriting the immortal or elegant style sought by literati throughout the dynasties.
The sleeve of the robe hung down on her shoulder and brushed against her face.
The cool silk threads woven into the fabric of the T-shirt were not as smooth as silk, but the python robe, with its unique stiff curves, gently enveloped Zhao Liangxu.
The sandalwood scent emanating from An He once again wafted into Zhao Liangxu's nose.
Extremely fragrant.
Then, a cool, fishy smell of blood, along with a rich fragrance, awakened Zhao Liangxu.
She knew that Anhe had taken the injury for her.
What kind of person could react faster than they themselves, who were about to be injured, and then protect her without hesitation in such a critical moment?
Anhe was neither her family nor a close friend.
What else could it be?
All the leniency she usually showed seemed to resonate in her mind like a drunken brat, constantly asserting its presence.
She then realized that Anhe's bottom line was sometimes a little too low.
That was a blurred line specifically for her.
She regretted her slowness.
What other possibilities are there?
Zhao Liangxu believed that there was a high probability that An He liked her.
Whether he is aware of it or not.
She even went to Tong'an to confront him, out of caution and with a hint of taking a risk.
She went to test how much Anhe would indulge her.
Instead of comforting the agitated Anhe, she deliberately became unreasonable and domineering towards him.
He was so angry he was almost speechless, but just as Zhao Liangxu had expected, he agreed to her inappropriate requests.
It was not unreasonable for Anhe to be lenient with Azar, Yu Yan, and others' requests. In fact, if Anhe was in a good mood, she could casually mention Anhe and readily agree with a hum.
However, after Anhe was publicly berated, and when he was so eager to grab the Embroidered Spring Blade and chop up all the people he disliked, this request was simply another act of contempt towards Anhe.
Even without that meaning, Anhe would interpret it as something despicable.
However, he still let Zhao Liangxu go.
She unusually refrained from actively contacting Anhe, or even touching his fingertips, because after realizing Anhe's feelings, Zhao Liangxu also became at a loss.
She found it difficult to calm herself down.
When she realized she liked Anhe, she was confused and thought about it for a long time.
Now that she understands that Anhe likes her, she is like a flustered child, truly bewildered, clutching her passionate and lively heart.
This is terrible!
I'm almost afraid to even look at Anhe.
But as she was about to return to the house, the path leading to the archway lay there silently, yet she found it incredibly captivating.
When Zhu Mu heard Zhao Liangxu return, he went out of his room to greet her, but Zhao Liangxu pressed his hands on his shoulders.
"Oh, Princess, what's wrong?"
Zhu Mu felt that Zhao Liangxu, who was usually quiet, was a little different today. Although Zhao Liangxu was not completely aloof and taciturn, Zhu Mu often saw Zhao Liangxu's cunning and outrageous behavior when she was with her. But in Zhao Liangxu's daily life, she could always feel a trace of tranquility. She rarely had strong emotions because of something.
But today, Princess Zhao seems to be harboring some outward emotions.
Zhao Liangxu remained silent, only pushing the bamboo pole in her hand to let her go back. She then turned around and walked onto the path, through the archway, and through the illusory barrier between the two houses.
When Zhao Liangxu arrived at Anhe's study, Zhang Sheng was pacing nervously. There was a dark patch on the hem of his clothes, obviously because Anhe had smashed a teacup in front of Zhang Sheng's feet, and the tea had splashed onto his robe.
It was clear that Anhe was very unhappy.
Zhang Sheng was so anxious that he didn't even notice Zhao Liangxu's arrival. He just paced back and forth, banging on the door and pleading for An He's help.
"Godfather, at least you treated the wound on your hand. It's still bleeding. You need to take care of yourself."
When Zhao Liangxu stood at the door of the study, Zhang Sheng was startled.
"Princess Zhao, what brings you here?"
Zhang Sheng never expected Zhao Liangxu to come to the study at this time. He didn't have time to understand the whole situation today, but after hearing a few words from the Imperial Guard, he felt that An He's anger must have some of Zhao Liangxu's.
Does she still dare to provoke her godfather when he's in a bad mood?
"If you could say a few words to my godfather, I would beg you to say a few words to persuade him. But my godfather is really angry about what happened today. What good will it do for you to come here?"
Zhang Sheng said helplessly, "You should go back, so as not to upset your godfather."
But no sooner had Zhang Sheng finished speaking than a sinister voice came from inside the room: "Let her in."
Zhang Sheng looked at Zhao Liangxu in surprise and confusion, wondering what An He was thinking. He had begged her for a long time but An He ignored him. As soon as Zhao Liangxu arrived, An He called her in.
Was he not angry with Zhao Liangxu? But that gloomy voice didn't seem like it.
Is he going to settle scores with Zhao Liangxu? But An He seems a bit too calm.
Zhang Sheng was surprised and doubtful, but he still bowed and said to Zhao Liangxu, "Please go ahead."
Zhao Liangxu entered the study and saw An He standing in front of the bookshelf, silently gazing at the books on it.
Anhe wasn't really in the mood to read, but as he stood in front of the bookshelf and glanced at the names of the ancient books, something popped into his head, and he stopped thinking about other things.
But when he heard Zhang Sheng's voice outside, he knew that Zhao Liangxu had arrived.
"What are you doing here?" An He turned to look at Zhao Liangxu.
Wasn't she supposed to be ignoring him? Why is she now coming to his study all the time?
He truly harbored resentment. He was a eunuch despised by everyone. He could take revenge on the spot when others insulted him, but Zhao Liangxu was the only one who treated him with great defiance, and he couldn't do anything about her.
But he also felt that he deserved it, that he had taken the knife for Zhao Liangxu, and that no one had asked him to do it. Yet he suddenly pushed her away, venting some of his useless anger on Zhao Liangxu.
Zhao Liangxu exhaled and tilted her head slightly to look at his hand: "I've come to change the plain cloth for Eunuch An?"
The fabric in his hand was originally light-colored, but now it's mostly dyed red.
Anhe felt a ripple in his heart again. He wanted to refuse, but then felt that he shouldn't refuse.
But he wouldn't let it go: "What does Princess Zhao want from us now by doing these things? Why bother with all this trouble? You can just show the same arrogance you have today. Why bother doing useless things and tiring yourself out?" As soon as he said this, he wanted to tear his useless mouth apart.
Zhao Liangxu ignored his sarcasm and took the utensils on the table, then tried to pull Anhe to sit down at the desk.
"You want to change? Change it here. We're too lazy to move." Zhao Liangxu tried to pull Anhe but couldn't, so Anhe subconsciously followed suit.
He really wanted to give his own useless legs a good beating too.
But even after he had said what he wanted to say, he stubbornly refused to budge.
Zhao Liangxu didn't insist. The two of them stood like two bamboo poles in front of the bookshelf. Changing the dressing and cloth was just a bit of a hassle.
Fortunately, when she was injured, someone immediately tested the dagger and found it to be non-poisonous. An experienced subordinates also carefully cleaned the wound for An. All she had to do now was wipe the blood-stained back of her hand under the plain cloth and then properly bandage the wound.
Zhao Liangxu saw the knife wound that ran from the wrist bone to the tiger's mouth. It wasn't actually that deep, but Anhe's hand was too thin and slender, and the bluish-green, winding veins were clearly visible, so it was easy for it to bleed.
"Aren't you afraid?" Anhe asked.
"What's there to be afraid of? I should thank Eunuch An for saving me." Zhao Liangxu lowered her head and wiped the edge of her wound.
She quickly bandaged the wound, so tightly that Anhe frowned and said, "Are you going to just break my hand off? Do you hate me that much?"
Zhao Liangxu knew that An He was always sharp-tongued, and as soon as she let go of his hand, he would let it droop down.
The wound is still bleeding, and this action will make the bleeding flow more smoothly and harder to stop.
Zhao Liangxu could only raise his hand and then place her other hand over the wound.
"What? Wasn't it all changed?" Anhe asked, somewhat puzzled.
“If Eunuch An insists on putting his hand down, I’m afraid the bleeding won’t stop.” The moment she pressed her hand against the wound, the pulling sensation really hurt An He. An He tried to pull his hand back, but Zhao Liangxu’s two hands enveloped it from above and below, making it difficult for him to move an inch.
"Are you doing this on purpose? Why do you have to pick on our wounds and rub them? Zhao Liangxu, show me your conscience for once!"
Anhe felt a sharp, unbearable pain from the pressure on his hands, and his cheeks trembled involuntarily.
“If Eunuch An continues to use his injured hand recklessly, he will bleed so much that he will become weak. I am just holding the side of his hand to stop the blood from flowing out of the wound. I am stopping the bleeding for Eunuch An.”
Zhao Liangxu gripped An He's fingers tightly with her left hand, while her right hand rested on the back of his hand; her hand was firm and soft.
She looked at Anhe again and noticed that Anhe's brows were furrowed, her expression was gloomy, and she was looking at her coldly. Then she had a bold idea.
She wanted to put into practice something that happened at the banquet for merchants.
Zhao Liangxu suddenly leaned forward. An He didn't know what Zhao Liangxu wanted to do, only thinking that she wanted to hug him again. He was currently feeling down because of Zhao Liangxu and was somewhat resistant, but he still craved the memory of the previous hug, so he took a step back, but bent his arm in front of him.
As the two drew closer, Zhao Liangxu still held An He's hands with both of hers, but instead of putting her other arm around An He, she simply pressed her head against An He's.
Anhe was unaware and did not dodge.
Cheeks touched, soft lips pressed together.
Anhe suddenly opened his eyes wide.
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Author's Note: I didn't expect to only write about kissing at the very end of the chapter. Oh well, they finally kissed!
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