Chapter 57 What's wrong with giving her a hug? She's so small...
After returning to Chenghuan Palace, Yan Jiarou burst into tears. She ignored Xiao Jue when he spoke to her. After Xiao Jue left, she cried even more uncontrollably, her tears flowing like a burst dam.
She seemed determined to cry herself unconscious.
Yingxue, who was standing to the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer and advised her, "Master, what's the use of just crying? Even if you cry yourself blind, it won't help. If you want the Third Prince to change his mind and forgive you, you can't just hide here and cry."
The sobbing paused for a moment. Yan Jiarou lifted her head from the arm that was supporting her, her small, pink face covered with tear tracks, and her thick, long eyelashes trembled with tears.
A pair of beautiful, clear black and white eyes were brimming with tears, glistening as if about to overflow. They looked at her with wet eyes, and she choked out, "Then...then tell me...what...uh...what's the solution?"
After saying that, she seemed to suddenly remember something, turned her head and said, "Hmph, he actually told me to 'get lost,' I never want to see him again, and I'm not going to try to please him!"
Yingxue said coolly, "...Then why are you crying here?"
Yan Jiarou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into even louder sobs.
Yingxue sighed: "Alright, my lady, even if it's for nothing else, just because of your strange illness, you have no choice but to please the Third Prince and get him to forgive you."
During this period, Yan Jiarou frequently met with Xiao Che in secret, and as Yan Jiarou's personal maid, Yingxue naturally couldn't have been unaware of it.
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiarou lowered her head, twisting her fingers together, and said somewhat dejectedly, "But... he seems really angry... I don't know how to appease him..."
"Think about it, when you were together before, he was most willing to listen to what you had to say, and he was happy with whatever you did?"
He's most willing to listen to what she says, and he'll be happy with whatever she does...
What he wanted to hear most was her saying she liked him. As for what she liked to do most... Yan Jiarou blushed, buried her head even lower, and stammered, refusing to say.
Then, as if remembering something, his eyes dimmed, and he murmured, "After this incident... he... he won't fall for that anymore..."
"Whether to eat it or not, you have to try it to know. Master, you haven't even tried it yet, and you're already saying such discouraging things."
"But...but..."
"No buts," Yingxue walked over, placed her hands on her shoulders, and tucked a stray strand of hair from her temple behind her ear, fully revealing her earlobe. The pearl on her earring swayed gently, its lustrous luster flashing and reflecting on her cheeks, making her fair skin appear even more delicate.
Yingxue couldn't help but scrutinize her.
She has fair and delicate skin, as if she were raised in a life of luxury.
She had served her closely and knew that her body was snow-white and without a single flaw. Her skin was so delicate and white that it seemed as if milk could be squeezed out of it.
Despite her young age, she already has a very good figure, with a slender waist that can be encircled by a single hand and full, rounded breasts that seem ready to burst out.
Her features were delicate and beautiful, and her skin was fair with a rosy glow, like a plump and juicy peach that would drip with honey with just a gentle sip.
Although she was born with a charming and alluring appearance, her cheeks were still fleshy and she still had a childlike innocence. Her beautiful eyes held a shimmering spring-like beauty, yet they also revealed a kind of naivety and ignorance of the ways of the world.
It is truly a blend of purity and desire, intertwined to create a unique charm.
It is most likely to arouse people's hidden sadistic desires, but when such a delicate beauty is really up close, who can bear to bully her?
Yingxue was lost in thought for a while, but when she came back to her senses, she looked at her beautiful face and couldn't help but say, "As the saying goes, meeting someone makes you feel affection. With your beauty and charm, who would have the heart to criticize you?"
"Don't worry about whether he'll forgive you or not. He's angry right now, so he's bound to speak impulsively. Wait until he's calmed down tomorrow before you go see him. Say some sweet words and be a little coquettish. Aren't you the best at being coquettish? Putting everything else aside, his heart will soften a bit when he sees you."
Yan Jiarou was not quite sure: "Is...is that so?"
"Whether it is or not, you'll know for sure if you try it yourself tomorrow."
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When the next day came, Yan Jiarou hesitated and refused to go: "Yingxue, maybe we should just forget about it, I'm scared..."
She was afraid that Xiao Che would coldly tell her to get lost again; just thinking about that scene made her heart clench with pain.
During this time, Xiao Che and she were very close, whispering sweet nothings to each other. She nestled in his arms and heard different sweet words every day.
He's very good at flirting; his methods are not only sophisticated but also incredibly creative. His voice is magnetic and perfect for saying all sorts of sweet nothings—it's extremely pleasant to listen to.
Facing that face, those bewitching eyes, and with sweet, tantalizing words whispered in her ear, she could hardly stay awake. She was always in a daze, as if she were walking on soft, fluffy clouds.
She couldn't remember how many times Xiao Che had told her he liked her, but he was always obedient to her and gave her whatever she wanted. He drew blood for her again and again, enduring the pain each time. When they met her gaze, he would still smile casually and say, "It's nothing. I'll give Yan Yan whatever she wants." He must really like her.
Yet this same person coldly told her to get lost yesterday.
The contrast was too great, like falling suddenly from the clouds. The person who had been pampering and spoiling her just the day before was now telling her to get lost. She simply couldn't accept it.
Just then, the sun outside the window dimmed. Two dark clouds had gathered and blocked the sun, a sign that a storm was brewing. This finally gave her an excuse: "Look, it looks like it's going to rain soon. If he... if he doesn't let me in, I'll have to stand outside in the rain. Maybe... maybe we should go tomorrow."
Yingxue turned to look at the sky outside the window, thought for a moment, and then said, "No, I insist on going at this time."
Yan Jiarou stared at her blankly: "...Huh?"
Yingxue turned to look at Yan Jiarou and saw that her delicate face was full of confusion and bewilderment. She couldn't help but sigh softly.
Her young mistress was more beautiful than intelligent.
“Master, if you want him to soften his heart, the best way is to make him feel sorry for you.”
She leaned in and whispered something to Yan Jiarou, who went from being confused and bewildered to becoming increasingly suspicious and hesitant: "This... will this work?"
"Whether it works or not, why don't you try and see?"
"But Yingxue...I..."
“Master,” Yingxue interrupted her, “No buts, don’t you want his blood anymore? If you delay any longer, your body won’t be able to take it. If you have to wait until the strange illness flares up before begging him, wouldn’t that be even more embarrassing?”
Yan Jiarou's eyes were filled with tears, her little face scrunched up, and she looked at her pitifully.
Yingxue sighed and said, "Master, no one can do this for you."
Yan Jiarou raised her hand to wipe away her tears and responded with a muffled sound.
She knew in her heart that no matter how unwilling she was to go, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.
Her body was beginning to stir, and she didn't have much time left.
"But..." Yan Jiarou rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head, and said with some worry, "I don't know how long I'll be standing in the rain when I go to see him. Will I catch a cold?" If she catches a cold, she'll have to take medicine, and those medicines are terribly bitter. She hates drinking them the most!
"Don't worry, Master," Yingxue said with a smile, "You won't be in the rain for long."
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When Xue Zhi came in to report that Princess Qinghe was requesting an audience, Xiao Che was drinking heavily. Upon hearing this, he immediately smashed the wine bottle and sneered, "Get out... tell her to get out!"
The jade ewer shattered on the ground, instantly breaking into pieces and scattering fragments everywhere.
Xue Zhi subconsciously took a step back and hurriedly took his leave.
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At the palace gate, Xue Zhi looked at the girl before him with a troubled expression, and carefully said, "Princess, perhaps you should come another day..."
Tears welled up in Yan Jiarou's eyes instantly. She forced back her tears and stared at him intently: "He won't see me, will he?"
"Well... His Highness is still angry," she said, taking a step forward and unable to resist lowering her voice to inquire, "Did you two have another fight?"
Jia Rou ignored him, only her eyelashes trembled slightly in a daze, and she said to herself, "I want to see him, I must see him."
Although she hadn't originally intended to come, now that she was here, there was no reason for her to leave disappointed. Now that he had turned her away, she was getting angry and determined to see him today.
She looked at him and said firmly, "If he refuses to see me, I will stand here and wait for him to come out and see me."
"Oh dear, my little princess, why are you being so stubborn?"
Yan Jiarou lowered her head and remained silent.
Seeing that Yan Jiarou wouldn't listen to his advice, he sighed and had no choice but to give up.
Just as he was about to turn back, a muffled clap of thunder suddenly came from the horizon. He looked up and saw dark clouds rolling in, the thunder rumbling, and a bolt of lightning splitting the sky. It looked like it was about to rain.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when a torrential downpour began.
Summer downpours come suddenly and are very heavy, mostly thunderstorms, but some can last for a long time.
Such heavy rain would naturally deter most people. Xue Zhi shielded his eyes from the rain with his hand and was about to jog back when he remembered that Yan Jiarou was still standing in the rain behind him. He couldn't help but turn back and advise, "Princess Qinghe, your health is precious. The rain is so heavy. Don't get caught in it."
"Take my advice, you should go back first. You can always come back when the rain stops."
The rain was indeed heavy, and it showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
In just a moment, Yan Jiarou was soaked through.
Her dress clung tightly to her body, her hair was completely soaked, and her wet hair clung to her cheeks, with rain dripping down her face.
Even her long, thick eyelashes were covered in rainwater.
She blinked, and raindrops rolled down her cheeks.
She has always been pampered and spoiled; when has she ever suffered like this?
His face was pale, and his body was trembling.
He was just holding his breath and stubbornly standing in the rain.
At first, she did follow Yingxue's instructions and did as she was told, hoping to soften Xiao Che's heart and force him to show himself. But now she was more out of spite. Since Xiao Che refused to see her, she was determined to wait here!
“I told you, I’m determined to see him today. If he refuses to see me, I’ll stand here and wait for him to come out and see me.”
"Princess Qinghe, why are you doing this?"
Xue Zhi sighed, raised his hand to shield his eyes from the rain, and hurriedly ran back.
The princess is stubborn and cannot be persuaded. The only option now is to try to persuade the other princess.
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When this was reported to Xiao Che, it unsurprisingly provoked him to fly into a rage: "I told her to get lost, didn't you hear me! Let her stand outside if she wants, what does it have to do with me? Do you need to come all the way here to tell me? I told her to get lost, and that means I won't see her. Xue Zhi, don't you understand what I'm saying?!"
Xue Zhi raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and carefully spoke, "Master, it's raining outside, and the rain is heavy. I'm afraid the princess's body can't withstand it..."
Xiao Che's expression froze for a moment. He swallowed hard, then suddenly let out a cold laugh: "Whether she can withstand it or not, what does it have to do with me?"
"It's better if they can't stand it, then they won't bother me anymore, and I'll finally have some peace and quiet."
Xue Zhi choked, opening his mouth in vain. Having said all that, it seemed there was no need to plead anymore. The delicate little princess could only hope for the best.
Thinking of this, Xue Zhi sighed softly and turned to walk back. But just as he reached the door, he heard footsteps behind him, hurried and somewhat anxious.
Xue Zhi was taken aback. He turned around and saw that it was indeed his master.
Where is he going?
Could it be that he suddenly had a change of heart and wanted to see the little princess?
But he just... said those harsh words...
While he was lost in thought, Xiao Che, who had already passed him and was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turned around and frowned at him: "What are you still standing there for? Go get your umbrella."
"Huh? Oh..."
He secretly glanced at him twice, wanting to ask his master a question, but ultimately didn't dare to speak.
Meeting his probing and suspicious gaze, Xiao Che straightened his back slightly, his expression unchanged, and said only, "Whether she lives or dies, I don't care at all. I just don't want her to die at my doorstep."
Xue Zhi: "…………Yes."
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The rain grew heavier and heavier, covering the sky and the earth.
Everything around was swallowed up by the rain, and in the vast world, it seemed that only the sound of the rain could be heard.
Yan Jiarou felt she was about to die.
Large raindrops pelted my body, and gradually I could no longer feel the pain, only a hollow numbness remained.
I felt colder and colder, and my teeth started chattering.
They came to apologize and make peace, but as time went by, the air of resentment grew stronger.
Yes, she was the one who made Xiao Che angry at first, and she admits that she was wrong, but now she is getting angrier and angrier at him. Why won't he even see her?
If he doesn't come out to see her again, then it's best if they never see each other again.
She would rather be tormented to death by this strange illness than come to him again for help!
She took a deep breath, slowly clenched her fist, and silently counted to three in her mind, three...
If Xiao Che doesn't appear by the time she counts to one, then she never wants to see him again!
two……
one……
Suddenly, a dense and clear sound of raindrops came from above, like pattering on paper, but no more rain was falling on me.
It seems... someone held an umbrella for her.
She shuddered, regained some clarity, and shakily raised her head.
Rain blurred her vision. She blinked, and the raindrops clinging to her long eyelashes slowly rolled down, gradually clearing her vision.
Slender, fair fingers held a section of the umbrella rib. Looking up, a face as smooth as jade was revealed beneath the sky-blue umbrella.
Who else could it be but Xiao Che?
The physical suffering and inner torment she endured vanished the moment she saw Xiao Che, all transforming into overwhelming grievances.
She threw herself into his arms, sobbing, and clung tightly to his waist, whimpering, "Xiao Che, I thought you never wanted to see me again..."
Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt the icy, mangled body in his arms. His brow furrowed deeply. "Let go."
Yan Jiarou shrank back slightly, snuggling unhappily into his arms, but finally reluctantly let go of him: "You're so stingy, what's wrong with a hug?"
She lowered her head, her gaze falling directly on him. A large water stain had appeared on the silk ribbon, and she belatedly realized that she was the one who had made it.
She immediately felt a little guilty: "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I forgot I was soaking wet..." As she spoke, she quickly reached out to wipe the water stains from his front: "I...I'll wipe you...Don't be angry." She looked up carefully to observe his expression, afraid that he would get angry again. They hadn't made up yet, and she couldn't make him angry again.
Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed by hers. Xiao Che's face was full of anger: "Yan Jiarou, do you want to die? You've made yourself like this. If you want to die, just say so."
Yan Jiarou was stunned by his questions. She stared at him blankly, as if in disbelief, her eyes instantly welling up with tears: "Why are you being so fierce! I already said I didn't mean it!"
"Oh? You didn't do it on purpose? You didn't know to take shelter from the rain on purpose? You didn't deliberately stand in the rain at my palace gate?"
"Isn't it because you've been refusing to see me!" Yan Jiarou said, feeling more and more aggrieved. Tears streamed down her face as she turned her head away and wiped them haphazardly. "Do you think I like being in the rain? Those big raindrops hitting me were so cold and painful. I felt like I was going to die."
Xiao Che gave her a deep look, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "Come in with me."
He reached out to take her hand, but she dodged him, saying, "I'm not going in."
“What would it mean if I went in like this? If you just let me take shelter from the rain under the eaves, and then tell me to get out as soon as the rain stops, I might as well not go in at all.”
She looked up, her dark pupils fixed on him, as if in a silent battle: "You...you have to tell me, what would it mean if I went in like this?"
Xiao Che frowned: "Yan Jiarou, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Not getting the answer she wanted, Yan Jiarou could no longer control her emotions and blurted out, "I'm going to get myself soaked to death so you won't have a sister!"
Xiao Che chuckled lightly: "Then do as you please. I have plenty of sisters, one more won't make a difference."
"You! Didn't you say I was different from the other sisters...?"
Xiao Che glanced at her thoughtfully and said coolly, "It's the same now."
Yan Jiarou's lips trembled, and she cried even more bitterly.
"Waaah... Then just go, don't worry about me. You have so many sisters, you don't need me. Why would you care about me... Just let me get soaked here..."
Xiao Che frowned as he looked at her. She was not to be outdone, so she looked up and met his gaze. Her snowy cheeks puffed out, and raindrops still dripped from her wet hair. She looked disheveled and aggrieved, yet also stubborn.
She was threatening him.
He hated being threatened more than anything in his life.
Xiao Che looked at her for a while, and finally said, "Come in with me."
Yan Jiarou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she bit her lip tightly: "Where do I go with you? What does that mean? Explain yourself..."
Xiao Che sneered: "Didn't you have something to say to me?"
He looked at her and said, "If you have anything to explain, come in with me now, and we'll go to the study."
"I'm giving you this chance."
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