Chapter 61 Draw a symmetrical cat whiskers...
She walked carefully, knowing that there were palace maids guiding her and she wouldn't get lost. However, before she reached Li Shangxuan's residence, she vaguely heard someone calling her name from the front court. It seemed to be a man.
Yang Qing turned around and saw Si Jiamu walking towards her, parting the flowers and willows. He was wearing an official robe today, which made him look exceptionally distinguished.
Although it's just green, not the red that represents high position and power, it's still quite good for his age.
Yang Qing stopped and waited for him to walk up to her in three quick steps before asking, "Did you summon me, sir?"
This is the Eastern Palace, and there's a group of palace maids following us, so there's no need to worry about any suspicion of secret dealings.
Speaking of which, this prodigy always seemed to have something to say whenever he saw her, and Yang Qing was also very curious whether what he wanted to say was related to Rong Yue.
Si Jiamu stopped, her eyes slightly lowered. "You must have heard about my affair with your sister, Fourth Miss, right?"
Yang Qing nodded: "If you're talking about the marriage, then I do know about it. But you should discuss this with my parents."
She was an unmarried woman, and Si Jiamu couldn't stare at her face for too long. He hesitated before asking, "What I wanted to ask was... how did your sister react when she found out about this?"
It's not a scandal for unmarried men and women to date. Ever since the two families started discussing marriage, he has repeatedly asked Rongyue to meet him, but Rongyue has never agreed.
Yang Qing pursed her lips and asked in return, "What kind of reaction does Your Excellency want?"
Si Jiamu remained silent.
What kind of reaction does he want?
Of course, they should be overjoyed and in love, but judging from Rongyue's reaction, it probably won't be like that.
He sighed and asked again, "I already know, but I still want to salvage the situation. Fourth Miss, could you please pass on a message to me?"
Yang Qing asked, "What did you say?"
Si Jiamu said, "I hope the Third Miss will do me the honor of meeting me. If she really dislikes me, it's not too late before the marriage news gets out."
Yang Qing's heart skipped a beat, and her impression of Si Jiamu improved considerably.
Those who have power and influence in this world are invariably domineering and unreasonable.
For example, Li Shangxuan, and the Empress.
With power in hand, what can't you get?
Very few people are willing to let go like Scarlett.
She didn't hesitate much, and since this was a good thing for Rongyue, she readily agreed, "It's a deal, you can't go back on your word."
*****
Meanwhile, Li Shangxuan was still eagerly awaiting the outcome.
He asked in surprise, "Didn't we say a long time ago that she had already arrived at the gates of the capital? It's been so long, she should have arrived by now."
Rong Shan's smile became somewhat awkward: "Your Highness, just now, Qiu came to report that Miss Chi met Lord Si, who had just returned, on the way, and the two chatted for a few minutes."
Li Shangxuan's face darkened. Si Jiamu, it's Si Jiamu again!
Why is it him again? What is this guy thinking? Why does he have to get so close to Yang Qing?
And this Chi Yangqing, she really goes too far. Once, twice, she acts like this. When she talks to him, she's all talk and no action, but with other men, she's all smiles and laughter.
He couldn't resist going out to see what was happening, and a young palace maid stumbled in.
Rong Shan recognized him as the one who had been sent out on lookout duty and hurriedly asked, "Why are you here? Where is Miss Chi?"
The young palace maid, her face flushed from running so fast, was panting heavily, trying to calm herself down. Her voice was still a little slurred, "Miss Chi is at the palace gate, waiting to announce my arrival."
Li Shangxuan didn't need to go out anymore. He wasn't wearing an outer garment anyway, so he quickly lay down on the couch and covered himself with a blanket.
Rongshan, being quite sensible, went out to lead the people in.
*****
Although she hadn't waited long, Yang Qing was still very impatient. It wasn't her own idea to come, yet she still had to wait here for an announcement. He really had a lot of face.
And then there's Si Jiamu's matter; she can't wait to go back and tell Rongyue about it.
Rongshan came out to greet her, but only stopped at the entrance of the main hall, showing no intention of going in together, which made her hesitate.
Given Li Shangxuan's past terrible behavior, she couldn't help but suspect that he wasn't sick at all, but was actually inside, full of energy and waiting to torment her.
Noticing her hesitation, Rongshan smiled and said, "His Highness developed a fever after returning from the lantern festival that night. He finally recovered today and is currently asleep after taking his medicine. You can go in and watch quietly for a while, Miss."
Having come this far, Yang Qing had no reason to run away, so she could only go inside.
She was very familiar with the layout of the place. There was a large desk outside with various papers and pens on it. She had to lift a curtain to enter the inner room.
The room was filled with the bitter smell of medicine. Yang Qing walked to the bedside and saw Li Shangxuan lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face flushed.
She reached out and touched his forehead; it seemed he really did have a fever.
I spoke very softly and called his name twice, but he remained lying there without even flinching; he seemed to be fast asleep.
Yang Qing grew bolder, as if all the constraints on her body had disappeared. Feeling as if she were at home, she quickly went to the outer room to get a calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink, and came back. Without any hesitation, she started painting his face. After six strokes, she saw symmetrical cat whiskers and was extremely satisfied. Looking at them again and again, she couldn't help but lean on the headboard and laugh.
Li Shangxuan, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, was speechless. This Yang Qing was getting more and more audacious.
Even though he didn't open his eyes, he could guess what was going on.
After she finished laughing, she got up and stared at his face again.
Li Shangxuan really wanted to open his eyes right now and teach her a lesson, preferably kissing her until she cried.
He had already planned his escape route: he would say he was delirious from his illness, knew nothing, and remembered nothing.
This way, it won't hurt his pride.
But he is really sick. What if he passes his illness on to her?
While he was still hesitating, something soft suddenly pressed against his lips.
Before he could even identify what it was, he licked it along the curve of his lips with his moist tongue.
He immediately understood what it was and dared not move, for fear of startling the butterflies that were resting on his body.
The kiss didn't last long. After Yang Qing finished kissing him, she immediately frowned, spat a few times, and complained, "I really did drink medicine. It's so bitter."
Li Shangxuan even forgot to laugh; he felt as if he were enveloped by soft clouds.
So, Yang Qing still likes him; she's just being stubborn. She doesn't actually have no feelings for him at all.
If what she says is true, that she hates him, that he forced her into everything, and that he's just pretending to be asleep, then she has no reason to kiss him.
Having figured this out, Li Shangxuan felt relieved, as if he had eaten honey.
Perhaps he had really gone too far before. Even if they were in love, not getting married wasn't exactly aboveboard. He hadn't considered her situation.
Society always has two sets of standards for treating men and women.
Yang Qing looked at his "masterpiece" with great pride, and even his face became cute because of the cat whiskers.
Since he was sleeping so soundly, it would be a waste not to tease him. She reached out, pinched his nose, made a funny face, and started giggling.
If Li Shangxuan could stay like this forever, that would be wonderful.
The person lying down was speechless. She was having a great time, pressing his nose one moment and pulling his face the next, showing no regard for the fact that he was still a patient.
They're so heartless.
That's why they're so carefree, and that's why they blurt out hurtful things.
He became indignant again. She had gone too far. It was clearly a mutual relationship, yet she said those things, making him uneasy for a long time and constantly doubting whether she really liked him.
No, I have to teach her a lesson this time. If he backs down, she'll probably always say whatever comes to mind, without any regard for the consequences.
Today doesn't count, because of Sheng Ning. This matter will only be considered over when she takes the initiative to find him and lowers her head to say that she misses him.
*****
After Yang Qing returned home, the Second Madam was already waiting for her to question her. She brushed her off with a few words and hurriedly grabbed her skirt and ran towards Rong Yue.
Rongyue was puzzled by her excited expression. "Is it because you went to the East Palace today that you're so happy?"
Rongyue is different from Chuying. She is a proud and old-fashioned woman who adheres to etiquette in every action. She rarely jokes and doesn't like to tease people.
She meant it when she said that, but Yang Qing wasn't really embarrassed or angry. She just snorted and said, "It's not you. I wouldn't be so spineless. I came here to tell you, sister, that I met Si Jiamu in the East Palace."
Rongyue's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes darkened. She pursed her lips, displeased. "Oh? Is that so? What did he say to you that made you so happy?"
Yang Qing didn't keep them in suspense and recounted the whole story. Before she could speak, she asked with a smile, "So, is this good news for you, sister?"
Rongyue smiled slightly: "Indeed."
She put down the book, stood up, and her piled-up skirt rippled like flowing water.
“I really should have a good talk with this director’s son. I didn’t have much contact with him before, and he looked down on me. I don’t know why, but he suddenly changed his mind. I always feel that this matter is not simple.”
Yang Qing smiled and said, "What's so difficult about that? A beautiful and talented woman is sought after by a gentleman. No matter how famous Si Jiamu is, he is still a person of flesh and blood. Isn't it perfectly normal for him to like you, Third Sister?"
Rongyue shook her head and said, "How could that be normal? In my opinion, love in this world is at most about growing feelings over time, or falling in love at first sight. I didn't grow feelings for him over time, nor did I fall in love at first sight."
Yang Qing asked, "If that's the case, then Third Sister, you originally thought about marrying him, but didn't you either develop feelings for him over time or fall in love at first sight?"
Rongyue said, "I just want to marry him, not because I love him. He's not a great person, but he's first-rate in terms of talent and family background, so he's a good match for me."
She let out a long sigh and said with emotion, "I have no choice but to get married. Since I'm going to get married, I can't choose those ugly, mediocre people. You know I've always been proud and arrogant. For such an important life event, I have to choose the best. Otherwise, wouldn't I be spending the rest of my life in tears?"
Yang Qing didn't understand, but she nodded to show that she understood.
If she had to choose, she would rather marry someone less successful. After all, a talented person is bold, and she wouldn't know what to do if he were to cause trouble in court.
Rongyue suddenly spoke again, asking, "You seem so happy, it's probably not just because of me, is it?"
"Have you made up with them?"
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