Chapter 47 "Why won't you let me see my third brother..."
Yan Jiarou spent quite a while with Xiao Jue, having a great time. Before she knew it, she had lost track of time, and by the time she returned, it was already dark.
As soon as she arrived at the entrance of Chenghuan Palace, she felt restless all over, as if ants were crawling all over her body, and she could feel that her strange illness was about to flare up again.
For some reason, the strange illness is flaring up more and more frequently, and the intervals are getting shorter and shorter, from as early as half a month to ten days, and now from five days to three days...
It looks like we won't even last three days.
how so……
She is becoming increasingly inseparable from Xiao Che.
But she had no time to think about those things now. The most important thing right now was to find Xiao Che, find her medicine, and relieve her restlessness.
She then went to the place where they usually met in secret... but Xiao Che was not there.
No way, he should know about her strange illness. Logically, he would send someone to deliver a letter at this time to tell her where to wait for her. Why didn't he do it today?
Could it be that he forgot?
Her body felt increasingly uncomfortable, restless as if maggots were crawling on her bones, and a heat slowly crept up her body. She was panting, her face flushed. Yan Jiarou had no choice but to go to Hanguang Palace to find him.
——
Xue Zhi was on duty outside the palace that day when he saw a person wearing a black cloak walking towards Han Guang Palace from afar. The black cloak blended into the vast night and was almost indistinguishable. If it weren't for the lantern she was carrying, he would have almost missed her.
The man approached him suspiciously, walking unsteadily.
As he approached, Xue Zhi frowned and immediately reached out to stop him, saying, "Who goes there? What brings you to Hanguang Palace so late at night?"
“It’s me, Xue Zhi… I… I want to see Your Highness, the Third Prince.”
Xue Zhi was taken aback: "Princess Qinghe?"
He glanced at her with a complicated expression, seemingly hesitant: "Since the princess has come in person, I should naturally let you in... but... but His Highness previously instructed that he did not wish to see you again. Since that is the case, now that you have come, I am afraid I cannot let you in..."
He glanced up at her discreetly and lowered his voice, asking, "Did you two have a fight?"
"Argued?" Yan Jiarou's eyes widened in confusion for a moment, then she shook her head: "No... I didn't argue with him... We haven't argued in a long time..."
“Is that so?” Xue Zhi murmured, “That’s strange…”
The restlessness in my body became more and more obvious, and my desires were clamoring, making it almost impossible for me to maintain a clear mind.
She was going crazy with longing for Xiao Che and had no patience left to argue with him: "There must be some misunderstanding. How could Xiao Wenqi not want to see me... Please let me in. You must have made a mistake..."
"I need to see him urgently... I'm begging you..."
The little princess's voice was naturally soft, but for some reason, it trembled as she spoke today, sounding almost like she was about to cry, making her even more delicate.
Not to mention his master, even he felt half his body go numb upon hearing it. No man could bear to refuse such a delicate beauty.
He understood his master's feelings for the princess; it was a long-cherished wish. Now that their relationship had finally eased up, he didn't know why they were at odds again.
He guessed that perhaps his master was always proud and unwilling to say things openly, while the little princess was, to put it nicely, innocent and naive, or to put it bluntly, heartless. Perhaps she had offended her master somehow, which was why he said such harsh words.
But he thought that it was just talk. He liked her so much, how could he really bear to never see her again?
Who knows, the two might reconcile and become inseparable again. If that happens, wouldn't he have been a villain for nothing?
It would be better to let her in now, so as not to upset the little princess. If she whispers in his master's ear later, he will not get the benefit he deserves.
Thinking of this, he quickly stepped aside and bowed, saying, "Alright, please go in."
Yan Jiarou was overjoyed. She suppressed her trembling and quickened her pace to go inside.
——
At this hour, Yan Jiarou guessed that Xiao Che should be in his study.
Upon reaching the inner palace, she stood at the door of the study and knocked, but no one answered. Feeling increasingly unwell, she disregarded everything else and was about to push the door open when she discovered that the door had suddenly opened from the inside.
Yan Jiarou was overjoyed and quickly looked up, but her smile froze on her face: "You...you are Ji Le?"
The woman before me wore a long red and green dress, a light blue shawl, and gold bracelets on her arms. She was beautiful and had a quiet demeanor. She appeared to be around twenty-five years old.
Yan Jiarou stared at her for a while and recognized her as Ji Le, who used to serve the Imperial Concubine.
When was she transferred to serve Xiao Che?
And at this hour, he came out of Xiao Che's study?
Ever since that incident happened when Xiao Che was still a minor, his palace has stopped keeping young maids to serve him... Why is Ji Le an exception?
Why? Just because she's prettier than the average palace maid?
She recalled the details of when she saw the two of them together before; he did treat her differently from the other palace maids.
He would call her "Sister Ji Le" and smile at her.
Yan Jiarou couldn't quite describe her feelings. She felt a tightness in her chest and a slight urge to lash out at Xiao Che, but upon reflection, she couldn't quite put her finger on what she was angry about.
Her current physical condition didn't allow her to delve into these matters further; she just wanted to see Xiao Che as soon as possible.
She shook her head, trying to regain a sliver of clarity: "I...I am Princess Qinghe, I have something to discuss with Your Highness the Third Prince..."
Ji Le looked at the girl in front of her. She was wearing a cloak, and the wide brim of the hood covered her face, only revealing a section of her delicate chin.
She gave her a slight curtsy: "Greetings, Princess."
"No need for formalities. I need to see your prince. Is he... is he inside?"
As he spoke, he reached out to push the door open.
Unexpectedly, Ji Le stepped forward and blocked her way: "Your Highness, His Highness is not inside. He drank some wine and felt a headache. He has already gone to rest. Please go back."
"You're resting? But... but I have something important to do. I must see him, Ji Le. Please take me to him, okay?"
Ji Le frowned as she looked at her, a hint of impatience in her eyes.
This Princess Qinghe was just as stupid and clumsy as she remembered—a big-breasted, brainless embroidered pillow.
She's already said that, how can you not tell she's telling you to leave?
Xiao Che didn't want to see her at all, so why did she shamelessly come here to make a fool of herself?
It's strange, though. Didn't she always hate Xiao Che the most? Why would she come to Han Guang Palace late at night just to see him?
She suppressed her disgust and said, "Princess, please forgive me. I cannot do it. I have already told you that His Highness has retired for the night. Please leave."
"What?" Yan Jiarou was on the verge of tears: "No, I feel so bad, I'm sick, I have to see him today..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slight noise came from the study, like a teacup being placed on the desk.
Yan Jiarou's eyes widened suddenly: "There's someone in the study! Xiao Wenqi is inside... I... I need to see him!"
As he spoke, he forced himself to endure the discomfort and tried to bypass her to push open the door.
But she stubbornly stood in front of her, saying, "Princess, you are joking. If you are ill, you should summon the imperial physician. His Highness is not a doctor, so how can he cure you? Your insistence on seeing him will not help and will only delay your treatment. Please go back."
Yan Jiarou was already feeling extremely unwell, and with this repeated obstruction, she couldn't help but get angry and retorted, "What do you know? Only he can cure my illness... He said he would give me whatever I want, and he's happy to help me get better. Is it any of your business?"
Ji Le simply looked at her indifferently, remaining steadfastly blocking the doorway: "I'll say it again, please leave."
"You..." Yan Jiarou was almost crying with anger. She hadn't expected Ji Le to be so difficult. Feeling extremely unwell, she couldn't help but push her away: "Get out of my way! He's my third brother... Why won't you let me see him!"
Unfortunately, she was already weak, and now that she was ill, she was even more limp and powerless, so she couldn't push Ji Le.
Not only could he not push her, Ji Le deliberately moved away, causing him to miss and stumble.
Just as he was about to fall to the ground, the door suddenly creaked open from the inside.
A hand came across and gently supported her waist.
The aura of the newcomer had already enveloped her completely, and the blood in her body was surging and boiling in anticipation of its arrival.
Yan Jiarou eagerly looked up and, sure enough, saw the person she had been longing for. Instantly, she softly called out to him, "Xiao Che..."
Xiao Che merely glanced at her coldly, then, after helping her to her feet, tried to pull his hand away, as if he didn't want any further contact with her.
Realizing his intentions, Yan Jiarou immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, pleading, "Don't...don't push me away..."
She even started lying without batting an eye: "I twisted my ankle, boohoo, I can't stand up, Third Brother, you have to carry me..."
Xiao Che lifted his eyelids slightly, looked down at the delicate body in his arms, and scoffed coldly, "Twisted your ankle?"
"I caught you in time, how did you twist your ankle?"
It's obvious they don't believe her nonsense.
Yan Jiarou pretended not to understand, still clinging tightly to his waist, and said coquettishly, "I just twisted my ankle..."
Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't push her away. He simply said, "Alright, are you going to stand outside the door the whole time?"
"Hmm," Yan Jiarou looked up at him, her beautiful eyes misty, looking utterly pitiful, "I want you to carry me inside..."
She could clearly sense that Xiao Che was acting strangely tonight. He seemed to be resisting her, unlike his usual habit of pulling her into his arms. After she stood up, she could feel a force pushing her away.
He wanted to push her away.
If that's the case, she can't let go of him. What if he closes the door as soon as she lets go? She finally got to see him, and she hasn't even had a chance to taste his flavor yet.
Seeing that Xiao Che didn't move for a moment, she looked up at him with her small face and wet eyes, looking like she was about to cry: "Give me a hug."
It was as if she would really cry if he didn't hug her.
Xiao Che looked down at her, gave a defeated smirk, and finally picked her up in his arms.
As soon as he picked her up, she eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck, licking her lips impatiently. However, mindful of the presence of others, she didn't actually lean against his neck to suck or bite, only calling him in a sticky, affectionate voice, "Third Brother..."
That alluring voice, tinged with a fragile tremor, could melt your bones, like the mate-seeking cry of some small animal in heat.
When Xiao Che picked her up, he shook off the hood of the cloak covering her face, revealing the girl's face completely.
Ji Le stared wide-eyed at the scene before her in disbelief.
The girl's face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she was staring at Xiao Che with an almost obsessive look in them, her eyes filled with an undeniable desire and longing.
This description is clearly...
Considering what she had just said about being sick, and that only Xiao Che could cure her, she almost immediately concluded her guess.
She thought she had probably been drugged with some kind of aphrodisiac, and knowing Xiao Che's feelings for her, she decided to go to Xiao Che to get the antidote.
But how could Xiao Che be her antidote!
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, staring intently at her.
She wanted to stop him, but Xiao Che held her in his arms like a precious treasure, his eyes only for her.
He had never looked at her like that.
After all, he was the master, and she was just a servant. There was a difference between master and servant, and she could not overstep her bounds.
Noticing Ji Le's sharp gaze, Yan Jiarou looked back. The moment their eyes met, she couldn't help but shrink back and snuggle even closer into Xiao Che's arms.
How come she never realized how annoying Ji Le was before?
Not only did he prevent her from seeing Xiao Che, but he also almost caused her to fall and embarrass herself. Now he's staring at her so fiercely; it's terrifying.
We absolutely have to teach her a lesson.
She immediately extended her delicate white finger, pointing tremblingly at her, looked up at Xiao Che, and lied without blushing, accusing him, "Xiao Wenqi, she just pushed me..."
She said, looking aggrieved, "Your people in the palace pushed me, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
Ji Le stared wide-eyed in disbelief upon hearing this. She had only deliberately dodged; there was no pushing involved!
As her master, even though she harbored resentment, she dared not openly lay a hand on her or make false accusations. This was clearly a frame-up by Kong Baiya!
She hadn't expected this fool to not only have a pretty face but also such a vicious mind. She hurriedly protested to Xiao Che, "Your Highness, I didn't!"
She thought Xiao Che understood her and knew she wouldn't do something so stupid. Besides, he should have seen when he opened the door that she fell down on her own, and she didn't even touch her.
But Xiao Che looked up at her coldly and said, "I told you to go out and drive people away, not to hurt them."
His voice was low and deep as he looked at her with extreme indifference: "No one can hurt a single hair on her head."
"Go down and receive your punishment."
Ji Le's face drained of all color instantly. It took her a long time to come to her senses. She opened her mouth, but said nothing. She just gave a stiff curtsy and walked away dejectedly.
Yan Jiarou was stunned for a long time.
She didn't expect Xiao Che to say that. Well, after all, he was her third brother. He was still on her side!
She felt a secret joy in her heart, and couldn't help but feel a little smug. She stuck out her tongue at Ji Le's back and made a face: "Hmph, serves you right for bullying me, now you're being punished."
He had the smug look of a petty person who had gotten his way.
Fortunately, she was beautiful and lovely, so no matter how smug she became, she couldn't be repulsive.
In someone's eyes, all that remains is cuteness.
Her cheek was gently pinched, and a familiar breath pressed against her: "Don't be too happy yet,"
Xiao Che whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, "We'll settle our score inside later."
Yan Jiarou paused, then immediately deflated, whimpering.
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