Yuan Yao had Jing'er stay inside and changed her disguised face back to her original one.
Originally, she wanted to use her face, which resembled Yun Chan's, to tease him.
But after hesitating for a moment, she changed back.
He's a sensitive person, and I'm a little quirky. What if he misunderstands something?
For example, they might misunderstand that she's using his face to do bad things and ruin his reputation.
Huh...
Yuan Yao donned a dark cloak and, under the cover of night, left Jingyue Pavilion with Canfeng.
Tonight, it's dark and windy.
Canfeng carried Yuanyao and leaped over the palace walls.
The wind was moving very fast, and Yuan Yao could barely open her eyes.
After flying for a while, she pointed to a palace that had lit up in the distance: "Isn't that Xingchuan Palace?"
Canfeng glanced at it and replied, "It's Xingchuan Palace."
Why are there still a few lights on in Xingchuan Palace at this hour?
Yuan Yao was somewhat puzzled.
"Princess, shall we sneak over and take a look?" Canfeng asked.
Yuan Yao shook her head: "Yun Chan is still waiting for me."
As she spoke, she glanced casually at Xingchuan Palace.
With a quick glance, they saw a person wearing a black cloak and a matching hood hurrying out of a room in Xingchuan Palace.
Moreover, they left rather furtively...
Judging from his physique, this person was a tall man.
In the middle of the night, a man was allowed to enter and leave the concubine's palace.
Could it be that the Emperor of Xiqiu has been cuckolded?
Tsk tsk...
Yuan Yao clicked his tongue in sympathy.
Spring Breeze Pavilion.
When Yuan Yao arrived, the lights of Chunfeng Tower were faintly lit.
The lingering wind carried her to the ground in the alley, where she straightened her clothes and appearance before leaving the alley.
Canfeng pushed open the half-closed door: "Princess."
The shopkeeper, who had been dozing at the counter, suddenly woke up.
After glancing at Yuan Yao, the shopkeeper said respectfully, "Honored guest, please go to the third floor."
Third floor?
Yuan Yao nodded: "Thank you."
She lifted her skirt and stepped onto the stairs.
There are only two rooms on the third floor.
One of the rooms was lit up.
Yuan Yao took a deep breath, held her breath, and quietly pushed open the door.
The candlelight in the room was dim.
By the window, a person stood with their hands behind their back, dressed in white, their hair as black as ink, cascading over their slender shoulders...
Yuan Yao's eyes lit up: "A little quirk!"
Yun Chan turned around.
It had been more than a year since I last saw Yun Chan. She had grown taller, but was still slender, and her skin was so white it seemed to glow.
Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes had grown a bit more mature, like a starry river on a clear, snowy night—cool yet dazzling, making her even more stunning…
Yun Chan scrutinized the little figure opposite her, her expression restrained and composed.
He dug his fingers into his palms, his voice cold, but a smile played on his lips: "Yuan Yao, it's been over a year since we last met, how come you're still so young?"
Small?
She doesn't want to stagnate!
She's troubled too!
Yuan Yao raised an eyebrow: "Yun Chan, it's been a long time. You're still so frail?"
They were in the same boat.
Yun Chan smiled, revealing a noble and gentle smile, and beckoned, "Yuan Yao, come here."
Yuan Yao smiled brightly and walked over.
Yun Chan is now much taller than her.
Yun Chan looked down at the little figure in front of her and said, "Hmm, you haven't grown taller as expected."
"And what about you?" Yuan Yao said irritably, "You've grown taller, but I haven't seen you get any stronger!"
strong?
Yun Chan chuckled softly, "You're right."
Yuan Yao raised an eyebrow.
Yun Chan asked softly, "Did you not eat properly?"
"No!" Yuan Yao counted on her fingers: "Daddy thinks I'm not tall enough, so he makes me drink milk every day and eat all kinds of eggs, meat, vegetables, and fruits..."
She was speaking, and Yun Chan listened quietly.
After she finished speaking, she realized that Yun Chan had been staring at her for a long time.
Yuan Yao asked doubtfully, "Is there something on my face?"
Before leaving, she tidied herself up hastily, without even looking in the mirror.
Could it be that something got on your face during dinner?
Or perhaps... she has some vegetable bits stuck in her teeth?
Yuan Yao quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Yun Chan said with a faint smile, "No need to hide it anymore, I saw it, you've lost your baby teeth."
Yuan Yao: "..."
It was all for nothing.
Yun Chan walked to the chair by the window, sat down, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Yuan Yao.
Yuan Yao took it and drank a sip to soothe her throat.
She was somewhat surprised when she took a sip: "Lotus tea?"
"You could taste it?" Yun Chan raised an eyebrow.
“Okay!” Yuan Yao nodded and sat down opposite Yun Chan.
Yun Chan slowly took a sip of tea before saying, "This tea was transported from the State of Chu. If you like it, please drink more."
The State of Chu?
So far?
The journey from Chu to Xiqiu was even farther than that from Qi...
Yuan Yao suddenly realized something: "This restaurant...it was originally yours?"
Yun Chan looked up at her.
Yuan Yao asked in surprise, "This Spring Breeze Pavilion, it really is yours?"
Judging from the size of this restaurant, it must be very busy on weekdays.
To my utter surprise, it was Yun Chan's!
Yun Chan is even more amazing than she imagined!
She was even worried that if the State of Chu were destroyed, he wouldn't be able to survive.
Speaking of the State of Chu...
Yuan Yao placed her hands flat on the table and asked, "Yun Chan, how is the State of Chu? How did you end up in Xiqiu?"
"The State of Chu..." Yun Chan took a sip of tea, his brows furrowing slightly. "The State of Chu has suffered repeated defeats and has already surrendered."
Has the State of Chu surrendered?
Surprised, Yuan Yao also understood somewhat.
If they don't surrender and continue fighting with Qi, the State of Chu might be directly annexed by Qi...
The emperor of Chu was, in a way, a man who knew how to adapt to the times.
After a moment of reflection, Yuan Yao looked at Yun Chan and asked, "Did you come to Xiqiu alone?"
"Mm." Yun Chan nodded.
"Then... what about Ah Qi?" Yuan Yao asked tentatively.
Yun Chan replied, "A Qi went to Da Qi."
"Huh?" Yuan Yao's eyes widened.
Looking into her dark, bright eyes, Yun Chan said calmly, "Yuan Yao, I've come to Da Qi as a hostage."
What?
"Proton...?" Yuan Yao gasped.
“Yes, a hostage.” Yun Chan looked at her with clear eyes.
Protons...
The late empress's son, the eldest son of the Chu Kingdom's emperor, has come to the Great Qi Kingdom as a hostage?!
The proton and the student have completely different meanings!
When the two countries were at war and Chu was defeated, how could Yun Chan, who came as a hostage at this time, have a good life?
I'm afraid his future days in the Great Qi won't be much better...
Yuan Yao felt a pang of sympathy.
The emperor of Chu is truly inhuman!
He allowed the Empress to poison Yun Chan and sent the young boy to study in Daqi. Later, the people of Chu came to assassinate Yun Chan. Now, after being defeated by Daqi, they sent Yun Chan back as a hostage.
Yuan Yao is furious.
The more Yuan Yao thought about it, the more heartbroken she felt, and she couldn't help but complain, "Your father is really too much!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Chan raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly.
The little one actually felt sorry for him?
Yun Chan shook her snow-white robe, lifted her sleeve, and reached for the water cup.
Without noticing, Yuan Yao noticed that Yun Chan's fingers and the area between his thumb and forefinger were covered with calluses and blisters!
Yuan Yao's breath hitched: "Yun Chan, your hand!"
Yun Chan's hand trembled slightly, and she tried to hide it back.
His eyelashes fluttered, and his face began to turn pale: "Did I scare you? I'm sorry..."
Where is the fright?
She was shocked!
Originally, his hands were delicate and beautiful.
How did it end up in such a battered state?
Yuan Yao pursed her lips and opened her hand: "Give me your hand."
“It’s ugly, don’t look,” Yun Chan refused.
"Give it to me!" Yuan Yao said, trying to scare him, "If you don't give it to me, I'll have to force you."
Yun Chan had no choice but to hand her his hand.
Yuan Yao rolled up his snow-white sleeves and pulled the cuffs up to his wrists.
Yun Chan's snow-white wrists were covered with crisscrossing old and new scars; some looked like they had been lashed by a whip, while others looked like they had been slashed by a sword...
Yuan Yao gasped, looking at Yun Chan in shock: "What on earth is going on?"
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