Chapter 123 I Miss You So Much
Just as Xie Jinglan was about to speak, his breath condensed into white mist in the cold air, but he was stopped by Wen Ning's gaze as she looked up at him.
"My Lord, why...why are you standing here? It's snowing so hard. How long have you been waiting?"
Wen Ning looked at the frost on the ends of his hair, her voice filled with unconcealable heartache.
The man's eyes scanned her face carefully, and after confirming that she was all right, he said, "I missed you so much that I rushed back early."
Snowflakes gently fell on her curled eyelashes. She looked at the tenderness in the man's eyes. Her cheeks suddenly turned red, which contrasted with the slightly red tip of her nose due to the cold.
Before she could respond, Xie Jinglan asked, "Why don't you take the warm sedan?"
Wen Ning lowered her eyelashes, her gaze subconsciously drifting to the snow beside her. She said softly, "The snowy scenery is very beautiful. I want to ride a horse with the Marquis."
A warm current suddenly flowed through Xie Jinglan's heart, almost dispelling the coldness of the wind and snow all over his body.
He said no more, leaned forward, stretched out his arm, and firmly grasped her slender and soft waist with his palm. With a little force, he easily lifted her up and gently placed her on the front of the horse's back as if she were a rare treasure.
The man took a long stride and jumped onto the horse nimbly.
The wide cloak wrapped around Wen Ning, holding her in his arms. The thick material blocked all the wind and snow, leaving only her beautiful peach blossom eyes exposed.
There were few pedestrians on Zhuque Street, only the snow falling silently.
Xie Jinglan held the reins in one hand and held the person in his arms tightly with the other hand. The black horse walked slowly forward on the snow.
"Are you cold?" He asked, his warm breath brushing against her hair.
Wen Ning shrank into his arms, her voice filled with warmth, "With the Marquis by my side, I don't feel cold."
Xie Jinglan chuckled softly, with a hint of alluring magnetism, "I have a warmer way."
Wen Ning raised her eyes, her eyes full of confusion, "What method?"
The man didn't answer, but just led the reins and stopped the black horse in a secluded alley at the corner of the street.
He exerted a little force with his arms and gently turned the person in his arms in front of the saddle.
Wen Ning felt her vision flicker, and she had turned sideways, her back leaning steadily in his strong arms, her face pressed against his warm chest, and she completely fell into his broad and safe embrace.
This posture forced her to look up at him, making her look even more fragile and dependent.
Without waiting for Wen Ning to react, the man lowered his head and kissed the slightly cool lips.
"It's...warmer this way..." His vague whisper disappeared between their intertwined breaths, hot and eager.
The moment their lips touched, Xie Jinglan felt that the panic in his heart that had been tightening all night finally slowly loosened.
He was afraid that when the palace gate opened, he would not see her safe figure.
At this moment, the person is in his arms. If he doesn't hug her tightly, kiss her, and confirm her real existence, I'm afraid that his heart, which has been hanging for too long, will never be able to fall back to its original place.
The suppressed worry and fear all turned into the deepest demands between the lips and teeth.
The burning heat in the chest, wrapped in tenderness, spread over the pressed lips.
Wen Ning felt a warm current running through her limbs and bones, and her blood seemed to be rushing wildly, causing her toes to curl up involuntarily.
Her arms unconsciously wrapped around his back, seeking more security and warmth.
The snowflakes in the sky were like crushed jade. On the silent long street, the only sounds left were the occasional tread of the black horse's hooves and the subtle rustling of snow falling on clothes.
The wind and snow blurred the specific appearance of the two people, only outlining the man's slightly tilted broad shoulders.
Until the dizzying heat, contrary to common sense, spread and rose silently in the cold winter air.
The man wrapped the softly breathing, boneless person in his arms even tighter into his cloak, carefully covering every inch of her skin with his thick fur collar, fearing that the thin sweat she had sweated out of during their previous embrace would be stimulated by the cold wind and cause her to catch a chill.
Blame it on him, he forgot himself for a moment and kissed me too much.
Xie Jinglan held the reins firmly with one hand, and his other arm was wrapped around Wen Ning's waist and back like an iron hoop, pressing her firmly against his warm chest.
Mo Ju started walking again, stepping on the snow, making a regular "clacking" sound on the silent street.
After walking halfway down the street, Xie Jinglan lowered his head and asked, "Were you scared last night in the palace?"
Wen Ning leaned in his arms, listening to the steady heartbeat in his chest, and shook her head gently, "Don't be afraid."
She tilted her little face slightly, and two naughty snowflakes found a gap and landed on her long eyelashes, but they could not hide the clear light in her eyes.
"I guess the Marquis must have secret guards nearby. Even if something really happened, the Marquis would find a way to take me out of the palace."
"Yeah." Xie Jinglan responded in a low, hoarse voice.
If he had not been able to pass on some sporadic news from Changle Palace and knew that she was safe for the time being, he might have been unable to contain himself and broke into the palace.
The wind and snow continued, and Wen Ning's voice, tinged with confusion, softly rang out, "The princess simply ate something incompatible with her diet, which caused the rash and discomfort. Such common symptoms, how could the experts at the Imperial Hospital not have recognized them? Why would the Empress need to summon me to the palace?"
Xie Jinglan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his arm around her unconsciously tightened a little. He asked in a deep voice, "What do you think the Queen is up to?"
Wen Ning was silent for a moment, and finally whispered uncertainly, "I can't really say... but she asked about my family and birthday. I always felt like she seemed... particularly interested in my background."
The man rode his horse forward in silence for a while, as if he was making some kind of decision.
Finally, he spoke in a low voice, "Ning'er, I think I can't keep you in the dark about your life experience. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens in the future, you will be defenseless and will only become more passive."
"Body, background?" Wen Ning's voice suddenly trembled, and the small hand covering Xie Jinglan's waist suddenly grasped his brocade robe.
Xie Jinglan saw the panic in her eyes and said softly, "It's snowing hard on the road, this is not the place to talk about this. Let's talk to Ning'er in detail when we get home."
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Mo Ju walked to a place not far from the gate of the Marquis' Mansion. The stone lions in front of the vermilion lacquered gate were looming in the falling snow.
Wen Ning suddenly moved very lightly in the man's warm embrace. The sound was as thin as a mosquito, but it clearly penetrated into his ears.
"My Lord, my mother...is she Consort Lu?"
Xie Jinglan's heart seemed to be gently grasped by something.
His Ning'er was so smart that she pieced together the truth from the Queen's unusual questions and past clues.
This intelligence only made him feel endless heartache at this moment.
The man tightened his arms around her, gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head, and replied in a deep voice, "Yes."
He felt the subtle trembling of the person in his arms, and heard a hint of disbelief in her voice, "Then... my father..."
"It's Your Majesty." Xie Jinglan no longer concealed it, "Ning'er... is the princess."
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