"Don't drink anymore," Pang Yi looked at Xiao An's flushed cheeks. His heart, which was originally raging, calmed down at this moment. He walked over and snatched the wine jar from Xiao An's hand and put it aside. At the same time, he brought the teacup to Xiao An's face. "Don't drink anymore. You are already drunk."
"Not yet, not drunk enough. This is just the beginning..." Xiao An winked at him slyly. She didn't know why, but she suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that she couldn't breathe. She couldn't stop, but tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.
Pang Yi looked at the drunken face and felt uncomfortable. He reached out and pulled a chair, sat in front of Xiao An, then took a handkerchief and gently wiped Xiao An's wet face. He whispered, "What's wrong? Why are you drinking for no reason?"
"I've wanted to drink for a long time. My parents were strict. I never dared to drink. Later, I entered the Eastern Palace. As the prince's concubine, I should be more dignified and virtuous. So I dared not drink," Xiao An stopped laughing and crying. Suddenly, she became very quiet, sitting upright and obediently, letting Pang Yi wipe her face, as if she was worried that if she was not obedient, Pang Yi would not wipe her face. She slightly bent her body, raised her face to Pang Yi, and looked at Pang Yi with wet eyes, with anxiety in her obedience, "...Now I finally dare to drink, but I didn't expect you to come. Do you think I look like a lunatic?"
"Like, just like a little lunatic." Pang Yi couldn't bear to look at those wet eyes, so he covered them with a handkerchief. His heart suddenly stopped when he saw the slightly open, rosy lips under the handkerchief. Then he moved the handkerchief down again to cover the red lips. "Why didn't I see you crazy before, but you suddenly became crazy today?"
"In the past, I was so beautiful and proud. Why would I go crazy?" Little An said softly through the thin veil, "I... I like sixteen-year-old An Hailin. At that time, she was young, beautiful, and so free and proud. Even though she was a concubine's daughter, she was more favored than the legitimate daughter. Daddy loved her the most. Even though the lady and the eldest sister didn't treat her well, they never owed her anything. Everyone in the An Mansion knew that An Hailin was the master's favorite. Even if he had to lose face, the master was still willing to go to the emperor to ask for a marriage for her."
"An Hailin, An Hailin, no one is more proud than the sixteen-year-old An Hailin," said An, laughing softly, and she couldn't stop crying, wetting the pure white cotton handkerchief, "When she was sixteen, she met a man, a man... a particularly dangerous and deadly man. How could there be such a man? He was born like a demon, and his every move was like a painting. Just his eyebrows and eyes can make you unable to take your eyes away. And he was... a prince who was so noble and respected. For a person like that, even if I threw myself into the fire for him, what would I regret?"
"But I regretted it later," Xiao An pursed her lips bitterly, and said slowly, "Women, you can marry any kind of man, even if he doesn't love you, even if... he doesn't have you in his eyes at all. There is a long time to come, you have plenty of time to get along with each other and get to know each other, and there will always be hope as the days go by," Xiao An sighed softly, "But you can't marry a man who has no heart at all. No matter how passionate and expectant you are, you won't be able to open his heart, you won't be able to wait for his glance, let alone deep love, because he has no heart at all, what can you expect?"
"At the beginning, you didn't believe in evil, like a proud peacock, you never missed any opportunity to flatter and please others, you didn't care about being a laughing stock in the eyes of others, but he, with such beautiful eyebrows and eyes, was frighteningly cold when he looked at you. Gradually, you knew you were afraid, and began to become obedient, not daring to annoy him easily, like a well-behaved pug, lying quietly in your nest all day, waiting for his high and mighty favor. You began to become anxious and worried, and became the kind of harem girl that you used to despise the most, guessing his preferences, no longer having clothes and jewelry that you liked, instead, replaced them with styles that he might like."
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