Gu Zhixing then walked out, turning back every few steps.
After the two of them walked away, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the crabapple blossoms remained in the courtyard.
Shen Jintang turned around to call the palace maids to continue practicing, but met Lin Tingwan's complicated gaze.
"Is there something you need, Princess?" Shen Jintang tilted her head slightly, sunlight filtering through the branches of the crabapple tree and casting dappled shadows on her face.
Lin Tingwan bit her lower lip.
She looked at the woman before her—a simple palace dress, a simple hairstyle, and the only adornment on her body was that jade bracelet.
Yet it was precisely this kind of person who made the arrogant and domineering young master of the capital listen to his every word.
“I just didn’t expect,” Lin Tingwan finally spoke, her voice tinged with a bitterness she herself didn’t realize, “that His Highness would listen to you like this.”
She thought she was in for a barrage of insults today!
Shen Jintang smiled slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "The young master has always had a very good temper, and he can understand other people's difficulties."
Has he always had a good temper?
Lin Tingwan began to doubt whether the two women were talking about the same person.
If Gu Zhixing has a good temper, then there is no one in the world with a bad temper.
Seeing that Lin Tingwan still had something to say, Shen Jintang raised her hand to signal the palace servants to continue practicing.
After the palace maids dispersed, Lin Tingwan finally couldn't resist taking a step forward.
She leaned close to Shen Jintang's ear, her voice extremely low: "I have never seen His Highness listen to anyone so much." She paused, her gaze fixed intently on Shen Jintang's profile, "His feelings for you are truly extraordinary."
“Your Highness is too kind.” Shen Jintang lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes. “The young master is kind by nature, and he is kind to everyone.”
Lin Tingwan almost let out a cold laugh.
Pure and kind?
That troublemaker who turned Beijing upside down?
She recalled how, a year ago, Gu Zhixing had gotten into a fight in the street with the son of the Minister of War over a cricket.
Such a lawless person became as docile as a house cat in front of Shen Jintang.
A spring breeze swept by, scattering crabapple blossoms all over the ground.
Looking at the woman in front of her who remained calm and composed, Lin Tingwan suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.
She lowered her voice, her tone tinged with a bitterness she herself didn't realize: "Since he listens to you so much, why don't you take this opportunity to ask for a formal title?"
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