Upon seeing the Ninth Prince and Yuan Yao, the guards all turned to run.
Unexpectedly, the Ninth Prince casually asked, "Why are you running away in such a hurry? Are you feeling guilty?"
The area downstairs was deathly silent.
Neither the assassin nor the bodyguard dared to move again, and silently sat back down...
Just then, by sheer bad luck, Yun Chan walked out of Yuan Yao's room.
He bowed to the Ninth Prince before turning to Yuan Yao and asking, "What happened?"
Upon seeing Yun Chan, Yuan Yao couldn't help but recall last night and what had just happened in the room...
Her face flushed red, and she said irritably, "Didn't I tell you not to talk to me?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Chan smiled gently, filling the room with radiance.
Watching the interaction between the two, the guards and assassins were all thrilled.
The princess's decision to gamble on whether she will have a son or a daughter in one pregnancy is now on the agenda!
The Ninth Prince glanced sideways at Yun Chan with a disdainful look.
No matter how I look at it, I just can't stand it.
The Ninth Prince pursed his lips: "Little Yao'er."
"Father?" Yuan Yao looked up.
The Ninth Prince, dressed in a black inner robe and a dark red outer robe, with half of his hair tied up with a black jade crown, leaned elegantly against the railing on the second floor, holding a teacup in his hand.
The Ninth Prince looked her up and down a few times and asked, "Little Yao'er, are you cold?"
Yuan Yao: "..."
She shrank her neck: "Father, Yao'er isn't cold."
“I think so too.” The Ninth Prince held the teacup lid in one hand and the tea tray in the other, slowly skimming off the tea foam. “This morning, I had several charcoal fires lit in the inn.”
You're wearing so much; be careful not to get too hot later.
"Take off your cloak and come have some tea; breakfast is being prepared."
Take off the cloak?
Yuan Yao suddenly opened her eyes wide.
How could she dare to expose her neck?
If her father saw it, Yun Chan would be in big trouble, and so would she...
Yuan Yao gripped the cloak tightly and coughed lightly, saying, "Father, Tangyuan is either sick or upset. She says she hasn't been eating."
Yao'er was a little worried about it and wanted to go check on it.
"Tangyuan?" The Ninth Prince put down the lid of his teacup and looked up at Yuan Yao.
"Hmm!" Yuan Yao showed a hint of worry: "Tangyuan has never been sick in all these years, so I'm a little worried about this sudden thing happening."
After a moment's thought, the Ninth Prince nodded and said, "In that case, you may go."
"Yao'er will be back soon." Yuan Yao said softly, "Father, since you've had breakfast, why don't you let Uncle Ying accompany you for a walk to help you digest?"
Daddy, be good and don't wander off!
When you come back, Yao'er will surely come back too!
The Ninth Prince glanced at Yun Chan, then smiled and replied to Yuan Yao, "Okay."
Yun Chan bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, if you need anything, please feel free to give instructions to Lan Yi and the people in the shop."
"Hmm," the Ninth Prince replied indifferently.
Yun Chan looked up.
The Ninth Prince gave him a cold, sidelong glance.
Yun Chan: "?"
Yun Chan smiled inwardly.
He remained expressionless and said to Yuan Yao, "Let's go up the mountain first."
Yuan Yao looked at the Ninth Prince: "Father, shall Yun Chan and I head out first?"
"Hmm," the Ninth Prince uttered through his nose.
Yuan Yao smiled gently.
Judging from Father's tone, he's jealous again?
Who would have thought that the once ruthless and decisive Ninth Prince would one day become jealous because his daughter has grown up and is in love?
Yuan Yao smiled sweetly, "Father, eat a few more bites of breakfast. When Yao'er comes back from the mountain, I'll make lunch for you, okay?"
"You?" The Ninth Prince stared at her intently.
“Yes!” Yuan Yao smiled and said, “Father, what do you want to eat? Have someone prepare the ingredients, and I will make it for you when I get back.”
Looking at the smug Yun Chan, and then at himself, the Ninth Prince suddenly felt that the teacup in his hand was tasteless.
He pursed his thin lips and said lightly, "For lunch, let's have roast suckling pig."
Some pigs, as they grow bigger, start rooting for cabbages; they can't be kept alive.
"puff……"
In the quiet inn, someone chuckled.
Yun Chan: "..."
My back felt cool.
Yun Chan turned to look at Bai Yan: "Go, pick a few piglets, pick the well-behaved ones, the plump ones, wash them clean and bring them over for the Emperor to choose from."
Bai Yan nodded: "I'll go right away!"
After Bai Yan left, Yuan Yao asked, "Father, so Yun Chan and I are really leaving?"
The Ninth Prince sighed, "Let's go quickly."
Out of sight, out of mind.
Yuan Yao was both amused and exasperated.
She called Yun Chan and they left the inn.
The Ninth Prince swept his gaze across the inn's guards and assassins, his tone extremely light: "Since you have nothing better to do, all of you go to the backyard and practice horse stance for an hour."
One hour?
The guards and assassins all gasped in shock.
The Ninth Prince narrowed his long, narrow eyes, his tone dangerous: "What? I can't even order you around anymore?"
Everyone, add half an hour to your plank session!
Immediately, the assassin and the guards acknowledged the order in unison: "Yes!"
In the blink of an eye, everyone was gone.
The Ninth Prince scoffed, "You think you can't handle me?"
Horses were already waiting outside the inn.
The sky was somewhat overcast.
The wind was also chilly.
Yun Chan walked to a group of black horses, nimbly mounted one, and reached out to her: "Come here."
Yuan Yao didn't think much of it and handed over her hand.
Yun Chan pulled her onto the horse with a forceful pull, and she sat on the horse in front of him.
The next instant, he pulled her body firmly into his arms.
Yuan Yao: "..."
Sitting in the lap of your sweetheart always feels a little strange.
She shifted slightly.
Upon hearing this movement, Yun Chan gasped, "Yuan Yao, don't move..."
Yuan Yao: "?"
She shifted again before looking up and asking, "Yun Chan, am I pressing down on you?"
Yun Chan: "..."
His face flushed crimson, from the tips of his ears to his neck, and he could barely utter a sound: "Mmm..."
Startled, Yuan Yao moved away from him a little further.
Yun Chan is going crazy.
His mouth was dry, and his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.
"Tsk..."
A cold voice came from the entrance of the inn.
Yuan Yao and Yun Chan looked up at the same time.
Then, Po Yue and Can Feng emerged from the inn side by side.
Po Yue held a golden-brown roasted corn in one hand, while Can Feng carried several oil paper packages in the other.
Canfeng looked at Yunchan in surprise: "Your Highness Yunchan, your face... um..."
A single ear of corn appeared in Canfeng's mouth.
Po Yue glanced sideways and said coldly, "Sweet?"
The lingering wind nodded.
Po Yue smiled slightly: "Eat more."
Canfeng grabbed a corn cob and took a big bite.
The corn is tender and sweet; take a bite and the kernels burst in your mouth, sweet and rich...
The remnant wind's attention was diverted.
Po Yue looked at Yun Chan: "Should I take her?"
Yun Chan coughed lightly: "No need to trouble Junior Uncle, I'll do it."
After he finished speaking, he put his arm around Yuan Yao's waist and whispered in her ear, "Sit tight."
Just as Yuan Yao was about to answer, the horse started galloping away.
Pedestrians quickly made way along the street, and the wind whistled in their ears...
A cool breeze brushed against my face, making it a little chilly.
Yuan Yao couldn't resist and turned her head, pressing her cheek against Yun Chan's chest.
Yun Chan's heart was pounding.
Yuan Yao chuckled softly.
Her smile made Yun Chan's heart beat even faster...
Yun Chan said with a hint of helplessness, "Yuan Yao."
"What's wrong?" Yuan Yao asked.
Yun Chan lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against Yuan Yao's hair: "How about we get married soon?"
marriage?
Yuan Yao blushed slightly: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Didn't you say there was no rush?"
“Back then, I said things against my conscience.” Yun Chan’s cool eyes softened slightly: “Yuan Yao, I’ve wanted to marry you for many years.”
Yuan Yao blushed and her heart pounded.
She coughed lightly: "But I'm still in mourning!"
Yun Chan said softly, "The mourning period for the Great Qi royal family can be reduced from thirty-six months to thirty-six days."
"Did the Ninth Prince mention this to you?"
Yuan Yao hesitated: "Hmm..."
At this moment, Yun Chan asked again, "Yuan Yao, do you want to marry as a princess of the Great Qi or as the princess of Xiqiu?"
"I have prepared the betrothal gifts; I'm just waiting for your word."
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