So, this is what she meant by restraint?
Yun Chan smiled and said, "So, can I...?"
Yuan Yao raised her hand: "No!"
Yun Chan's eyes darkened: "I haven't finished speaking yet."
Yuan Yao: "..."
She felt her face burning.
She threatened with her eyes: "I don't care, you're not allowed to tell anyone!"
Yun Chan's lips curved into a wider smile, her tone indulgent: "Okay."
Yuan Yao coughed twice, gently tugged at Yun Chan's clothes, and said softly, "Yun Chan, from today onwards, you are my boyfriend!"
I'm your girlfriend!
The terms "boyfriend" and "girlfriend" are unique to each other, lacking only the formality of "fiancé" or "fiancée"...
This is the most intimate title we can give each other right now.
From now on, October 17th of each year will be our anniversary.
In the end, Yuan Yao simply buried her head in Yun Chan's arms like an ostrich.
The fragrance was extremely faint, and like the person, she was aloof and detached.
From now on, Yunchan will be her boyfriend...
Thinking about it, Yuan Yao wrinkled her nose and took a deep breath.
My boyfriend is so great!
From now on, she can smoke openly!
Yuan Yao couldn't resist and took another deep breath.
Yun Chan: "..."
Yun Chan's whole body stiffened.
For a moment, he felt all the blood rushing to his head.
Yun Chan couldn't help but speak up: "Yuan Yao..."
"What's wrong?" Yuan Yao looked up.
Yun Chan's voice was hoarse: "You... should also restrain yourself a little, otherwise... I can't guarantee that I can control myself."
Yuan Yao: "?"
She instinctively lowered her head.
Suddenly, my chin was lifted up.
That hand was long, fair, warm, and dry, with thin calluses on the fingertips.
Yuan Yao blinked.
Yun Chan is so beautiful!
Yun Chan's beauty is different from that of the Ninth Prince.
If we were to use the peony as a metaphor, then the Nine Thousand Years Old would be a peerless, elegant, and unparalleled piece of black jade, while Yun Chan would be a serene and otherworldly Kunshan night-shining beauty…
As if by some strange twist of fate, Yuan Yao stood on tiptoe.
The light, fleeting touch left Yun Chan completely frozen.
Yuan Yao's eyes curved into a smile.
Her face flushed: "This is compensation for how I scolded you outside Yong'an Palace..."
After saying that, she covered her face and ran away.
Behind him, Yun Chan stood there, stunned and bewildered.
He raised his hand, his fingertips touching the corner of his lips...
Yuan Yao's face flushed, and she casually broke off a red-threaded golden bead that was in full bloom by the roadside, hid it in her sleeve, and ran out of the Imperial Garden...
She almost bumped into someone as she went out.
The man called out to her, "Princess!"
Yuan Yao was startled and quickly stopped.
Upon seeing her, Jing'er burst into tears: "Princess, why is your face so red from crying?"
Your face is all swollen, sob...
"If His Majesty were alive and saw you like this, how heartbroken he would be!"
Yuan Yao: "?"
She held Bai Ju in one arm and slapped her face with the other, asking, "Where is my face swollen??"
It's not swollen at all!
Her face was small and delicate, with a smooth, white complexion.
This Jing'er...
Yuan Yao comforted her, "Alright, I've stopped crying, so why are you crying instead? You're the head maid of Qianhua Palace, you need to be more mature and composed."
"Waaah..." Jing'er cried, tears streaming down her face, "This servant doesn't want to be some damn palace maid, this servant just wants the princess to be well..."
"Okay, okay, don't cry." Yuan Yao reached out and patted Jing'er's back: "I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
I picked some flowers for my father, but they wilted after being exposed to the sun for a while.
Let's go back to Qianhua Palace.
Jing'er burped: "Okay..."
Suddenly, she stopped crying and looked towards the entrance of the Imperial Garden: "Yun...Your Highness Yun Chan?"
Yun Chan slowly emerged from the garden.
His silver mask covered most of his face, revealing only his delicate, thin lips, smooth chin, and slender neck...
Yuan Yao swallowed silently, blushing as she looked away.
Jing'er sobbed for a moment, then gave a proper bow: "This servant, Jing'er, greets Your Highness Yun Chan."
Yun Chan said coldly, "No need for formalities."
His gaze remained fixed on Yuan Yao's face.
Yuan Yao: "..."
Her lips burned, and her heart began to pound...
"Thump, thump..."
Hearing her rapid yet powerful heartbeat, Yun Chan's ears twitched.
His expression remained unchanged as he slowly walked to her side, offering a faint smile: "Let's go back to Qianhua Palace."
Yuan Yao forced herself to remain calm: "Okay..."
The two walked slowly, shoulder to shoulder... no, shoulder to arm.
Jing'er's eyes widened.
It took Jing'er a while to come to her senses. She covered her mouth and ran after him.
"Woof! Woof...Princess, wait for me..."
Qianhua Palace.
The doors of the Moonlit Palace were already open.
Even in the square outside the Moonflower Palace, many people who had come to observe the mourning period were kneeling...
Therefore, Yuan Yao had no choice but to put on a sorrowful expression and said, "The sun is blazing. Everyone, please go into the Moonlight Hall to burn incense, kowtow, and burn some paper money before returning to Yong'an Palace."
Thus, a group of court officials and imperial relatives entered the Moonflower Palace in an orderly fashion...
Upon entering the Moonflower Palace, Yuan Yao glanced around.
The coffin remained in its original position.
The "Nine Thousand Years Old" lay stiffly in the coffin.
Inside the hall, apart from a few eunuchs and palace maids, there was no one else.
Father... has disappeared...
Yuan Yao felt a slight chill in her heart.
She suppressed the surprise and worry in her eyes, waiting for the mourners to burn incense and paper money...
It took a full half hour to see everyone off.
Once the person left, Yuan Yao instructed Jing'er to take all the palace servants out.
Jing'er closed the door to the Moonflower Palace from the outside.
With no outsiders around, Yuan Yao's legs went weak, and she hurriedly walked into the bedroom, calling out, "Father!"
Suddenly, Po Yue appeared before her: "She's in a secret room."
A locked room?
Yuan Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She quickly called Yun Chan, and together they went to the secret room.
The dark and gloomy secret room was lit with candles.
The Ninth Prince sat cross-legged on a soft couch with his eyes closed.
Ying also sat cross-legged behind him, her hands cupped and pressed against his back, seemingly transmitting internal energy...
Apart from Jiuqiansui and Ying, Xie Ning and Heyin were also present, and Canfeng was standing to the side as well.
Yuan Yao frowned: "This is..."
Xie Ning gestured to her: "Shh..."
Yuan Yao: "?"
She quickly shut her mouth.
Seeing that everyone was sitting, Yun Chan silently moved a chair and placed it next to her, inviting her to sit down.
After Yuan Yao settled down, she winked at him.
Yun Chan's lips curved into a smile.
Xie Ning, observing their subtle actions, suddenly broke into a bright smile: "Tsk..."
He had just finished clicking his tongue when the Ninth Prince opened his eyes.
The Ninth Prince's face was still somewhat pale.
His eyes flickered slightly, and his gaze fell on Yuan Yao.
Yuan Yao quickly got up and walked over: "Father, how are you?"
The Ninth Prince shook his head: "It's alright."
After speaking, his gaze fell on Yun Chan.
Yun Chan raised her hand and removed her silver mask, her expression open and honest, and confessed, "Your Majesty, I am with Yuan Yao."
Nine Thousand Years Old: "?"
The Ninth Prince pursed his thin lips, and after a moment, he asked, "How long... have I been unconscious?"
After speaking, he looked at Yun Chan with icy eyes.
"Not long, not long!" Xie Ning quickly replied, "Brother, Xiao Yao'er has only been gone for two hours!"
An hour and a half?
One and a half hours...
The Ninth Prince looked at Yuan Yao: "Yun Chan... touched you?"
Yuan Yao: "???"
Help!
Is Father misunderstanding something?
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