"Plop..."
Inside the hall, someone swallowed hard.
Yun Chan's long, slender, and fair fingers gripped the edge of the tray tightly, her knuckles turning white, making her joints appear even longer and more slender.
He almost crushed the pearwood tray.
He withdrew his gaze, coughed lightly, and slowly backed away, his cold voice slightly hoarse: "It's going to snow soon, wear warm clothes, I'll wait for you outside the palace."
"Alright, then call me."
After saying that, the person couldn't wait to leave.
The door to the sleeping quarters was tightly shut.
A gentle breeze, carrying a cool, moist scent, brushed against my face.
Yuan Yao instantly became much more sober, and the heat on her face gradually subsided.
She tiptoed to the clothes rack, quickly took the clothes and put them on, then found a pair of embroidered shoes adorned with pearls and put them on as well…
After tidying her clothes, she let her still-dripping hair fall loose and opened the door to her bedchamber.
Outside the Yaofeng Palace, atop the steps, Yun Chan stood tall and graceful, her snow-white robes and black hair swaying gently in the wind...
Yuan Yao admitted that she was craving it.
Although she had been influenced by the beauty of the Ninth Prince for more than a decade, and her aesthetic sense had been raised to its peak, Yun Chan was truly beautiful!
Pure as snow, flawless as jade...
If you take a bite, it will definitely be sweeter than ice cream!
"Smack!"
Yuan Yao lightly patted her forehead.
Outside the hall, Yun Chan heard the sound.
He turned around, his bright eyes reflecting the candlelight: "Why are you taking pictures of yourself?"
Yuan Yao looked at him in surprise and suspicion: "Yun Chan, do you have a pair of eyes on the back of your head too?"
Otherwise, how would he know she took his picture?
Yun Chan smiled faintly and gently raised the tray: "It's cold and windy tonight, it looks like it's going to snow."
The hawthorn juice got chilled by the wind, and the fresh fruit got cold too. Shall I warm it up for you?
Yuan Yao stopped her: "Drink something cold!"
Perfect timing! It'll be so refreshing to drink this and calm me down.
She glanced at the dark night and coughed lightly, "It's cold outside, come in."
After she finished speaking, she opened the door wider.
Yun Chan carried the tray and stepped gracefully into the hall.
The snow-white robes swept lightly across the threshold of Yaofeng Palace, yet seemed to brush against Yuan Yao's heart.
thirsty……
Yuan Yao silently stepped back.
Yun Chan entered the room and then closed the door.
Inside the Yaofeng Palace, the charcoal fire was burning brightly.
The burning charcoal made a crackling sound, which was particularly intense.
Yun Chan put down the tray, rolled up her sleeves with one hand, took out two pure white jade cups with the other, picked up the clear jade bottle containing hawthorn juice, and poured out the bright red liquid...
It was an extremely ordinary thing, but when Yun Chan did it, it became exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
Yun Chan poured the hawthorn juice and handed it to Yuan Yao: "Drink it in small sips, don't choke."
"Okay!" Yuan Yao took the hawthorn juice, took a big gulp, and sighed contentedly.
It's icy cold, sweet and sour, and so delicious!
A vibrant green slice of fruit was placed to her lips.
Yuan Yao blinked.
Yun Chan curled her lips and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yuan Yao smiled and said, "You're beautiful!"
Yun Chan: "..."
Yun Chan's Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.
After a long while, he finally let out a suppressed sigh: "Yuan Yao, please have pity on me. I've been taking cold showers and being exposed to the cold wind..."
If you continue to treat me like this, I will... I will...
"So what?" Yuan Yao pressed.
Yun Chan's Adam's apple bobbed, and her voice was cold: "I'll cry for you."
Hahaha……
Yuan Yao held the hawthorn juice, smiling with a hint of schadenfreude.
She said to Yun Chan, "To be honest, I'd actually like to see you cry!"
Yun Chan's lips twitched.
Yuan Yao smiled and said, "Yun Chan, you're so beautiful, your tears must be absolutely gorgeous, just like dewdrops on flower petals!"
Yun Chan: "..."
Unexpectedly, she had this kind of quirk.
He asked, "Do you want to see it?"
Yuan Yao: "!!!"
She exclaimed in surprise, "Will you cry in front of me?"
Yun Chan chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling: "If you want to see me cry, it's not impossible..."
Yuan Yao tried asking, "But?"
Yun Chan raised her lips: "But, not now."
Yuan Yao: "..."
All romantic thoughts have vanished.
She had given up all worldly desires...
Yuan Yao picked up a thinly sliced apple and put it in her mouth: "I wonder where Father and Uncle have gone."
Yun Chan said, "Judging by the time, we should have already reached the territory of Tongcheng."
Copper City?
That's still early...
Yuan Yao gazed at the firelight and said softly, "The temperature should be higher as we head south, right?"
Father left all his favorite clothes at Qianhua Palace; I'll have to burn them in a few days…
"Yun Chan, I've packed a few of Father's favorite clothes. When you return to Chu, could you please take them to him on your way?"
Yun Chan smiled slightly: "Okay."
Yuan Yao smiled and said, "Father likes the roses from Qianhua Palace. When you leave, please take some cuttings with you, okay?"
Yun Chan replied softly, "Okay."
Yuan Yao's eyes were brimming with tears: "Yun Chan, will you kiss me?"
This time, Yun Chan did not respond.
Yuan Yao glanced sideways.
Yun Chan looked at her with a passionate yet restrained gaze.
Yuan Yao asked with a smile, "Why didn't you say 'okay' this time?"
Yun Chan: "..."
He really... couldn't take it anymore.
He had only recently come of age, a time when a man is at the most vigorous and passionate in his life...
And the person he loved was right in front of him...
Yun Chan's eyes were slightly red at the corners, as if she had applied a thin layer of rouge.
He tried his best to suppress his emotions, feeling utterly helpless: "Yuan Yao..."
"Okay, okay!" Yuan Yao raised her hands in surrender: "Yun Chan, I was wrong!"
I just wanted to tease you, to see more of your expressions, to remember more of your happy, joyful, shy, and annoyed looks...
When you return to Chu, we will be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers...
In the days when I can't see you, if I miss you, just thinking of your vivid and lively appearance before my eyes makes it easier to get through the longing for you...
After she finished speaking, she looked at Yun Chan quietly.
Seeing her rational and sensible appearance, Yun Chan felt a slight pang of sadness in her heart.
He walked to Yuan Yao's side, opened his arms, and pulled her into his embrace, his voice cold: "Sometimes, I secretly hope that you can cry and make a scene for me, just to keep me here."
You're too rational; it always makes me feel sorry for you and uneasy.
I'm afraid that if I leave, you'll forget me; I'm afraid that I'm just dispensable to you; I'm also afraid that I might accidentally go down a path you don't like, and then you'll no longer want to talk to me..."
As she spoke, Yun Chan's chest trembled slightly.
Yuan Yao's face was pressed against his chest.
Eardrum, slight vibration.
Yuan Yao blinked.
She wrapped her arms around Yun Chan's slender yet strong waist, looked up and asked, "In your eyes, am I a fickle person who plays with people's hearts?"
Yun Chan shook her head slightly.
Yuan Yao said softly, "So, go ahead and do what you want to do. I also have my own things to do."
Don't hesitate or overthink; don't hold back.
"good."
Yun Chan looked deeply at Yuan Yao, gently lifted her chin, and covered her lips with his...
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