Chapter 91: Domineering White Moonlight 10 Xie Jingchuan patiently nodded...
Lan Xin waited in the prince's tent for almost an hour before His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent the princess out.
She hurriedly supported the princess and saw her saying to the Crown Prince, "Go back. It's only two steps away and I won't get lost."
Xie Jingchuan stopped when he heard this: "I'll watch you go."
Just now in the tent, this person actually wanted to persuade her to stay and rest. If Ali had not firmly refused, Lan Xin would probably not be able to see her tonight.
Despite struggling with him for several rounds, Ali was still very sleepy at this moment. He leaned all over Lan Xin, relying on her to see the road ahead clearly.
Ali's tent was not far from here, and the master and servant walked slowly forward with lanterns in hand.
The night in the hunting ground was still noisy. In the distance, people could be heard gathered together, laughing, drinking and eating meat. The chirping of unknown insects came from the grass at their feet. Ali closed his eyes, feeling the night breeze blowing on his slightly hot face, feeling inexplicably comfortable.
Lan Xin beside him suddenly stopped and asked in a vigilant voice: "Who is there?"
Ali's heart trembled, thinking that the Li family was looking for revenge on her, and she immediately looked towards the nearest guard post.
Lan Xin protected her behind her and raised the lamp in her hand. After Ali confirmed that the guard was not far away, he also looked over.
I saw a vague figure flashing in front of her tent. After hearing Lan Xin's voice, the person slowly walked out of the darkness.
She widened her eyes slightly: "Chen Yizhi?"
He is really a revenge seeker.
But it’s not from the Li family, but from the Chen family.
Chen Yizi walked forward, his eyes complicated, and he looked a little haggard: "Princess."
Seeing that he remained silent after saying this, Ali spoke first: "Chen Danzhi will be fine. At most, he will be imprisoned for a few days and given a few reprimands."
She thought that he was waiting here just for this matter.
A hint of surprise flashed across Chen Yizi's face, and then a deeper look of sorrow appeared on his face: "Thank you, Princess, for pleading for my sister, but..."
He moved his lips, tightened his grip slightly, but ultimately didn't say anything.
"How is the princess's injury?" Chen Yizi raised his eyes and his gaze fell on her tightly bandaged neck.
Ali shook his head: "The imperial physician said there was no vital injury."
Chen Yizi nodded, then suddenly lifted his robe and knelt on one leg, his eyes calm. "For what happened today, I will apologize to the princess on my sister's behalf. I will do my best to take responsibility and make amends for the mistakes she made."
"From now on, no matter what the princess has to do, I will do my best to complete it for her."
Ali stood where he was, looking down at the young man. His usually spirited expression was now calm and composed, without a trace of resentment or falsehood.
What could she have that needed a small military officer like him to do?
The crowd in the distance suddenly cheered, and Ali took back the refusal he wanted to say.
Seeing that she didn't refuse, Chen Yizi slowly stood up and took a few steps back. "It's very late. I will take my leave now. Please go back to your tent and rest."
Ali was distracted for a moment, and Chen Yizi had already walked a long way away, his figure blending into the night.
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Because of her injury, Ali spent the next few days recuperating in the tent under the supervision of Xie Jingchuan. He would come to have meals with her every day, and sometimes when he was busy, he would take time to sit in her tent.
And Chen Yizi, since that night, also came to visit her every day.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or something, but these two people always appear one after the other and have never met.
That afternoon, Xie Jingchuan had some free time, so he had dinner with Ali and read a few chapters of a storybook to her for the first time. He left only after he saw her fall asleep.
Ah Li was in a dream when Lan Xin gently shook him awake: "Princess, wake up, Master Chen is here."
Ali subconsciously wanted her to go back to Chen Yizi, but she remembered what he said when he came last time, that he had something to give her. Ali frowned and sat up again. She wanted to see what kind of courtesy Chen Yizi was going to offer.
Seeing her stand up, Lan Xin brought clothes and helped her dress carefully.
After these days of rest, the bandage around her neck has been removed, leaving an ugly scar of neither long nor short.
Xie Jingchuan had sent a lot of scar-removing and whitening ointments earlier. Ali would apply some every morning and evening. Lan Xin said that the scar looked much lighter, but Ali felt it was still very obvious.
The tent was opened, and Chen Yizi was looking into the distance with his back to them. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around and saluted: "Greetings, Princess."
"Stop talking nonsense. What do you want to give me?" Ali pulled his cloak closer and looked at him.
During this period, Chen Yizi not only came to her frequently, but also never came back empty-handed, probably because he wanted to use these things to apologize for his sister's sins.
However, Ali never lacked things to use, and all the gifts he sent were given to Lan Xin to pile in the corner of the tent.
Chen Yizi opened the bundle in his hand, and inside was a brand new horse harness. Even Ali, who was used to seeing good things, was stunned.
She stepped forward, took the exquisitely crafted saddle in her hands, examined it carefully, and said casually, "It's so poorly made, it must be for your sister."
Chen Yizhi was stunned and quickly explained: "No, no! Danzhi doesn't like riding horses and never uses these."
Ah Li raised his eyebrows leisurely: "This is obviously a harness for women. Why did Master Chen bring this thing here?"
Chen Yizi's face flushed slightly, and he hesitated for a long time without being able to explain the reason.
As he was in the Imperial Guard, he had known the list of participants for this spring hunt for a long time. One day when he was on break and was accompanying Danzhi to visit a clothing shop, he saw the ironware pavilion opposite.
He walked in as if possessed by a ghost, and made an agreement with the shopkeeper to make a set of horse harnesses with an ingot of silver. He would have someone send the specific drawings in a few days.
After coming out of the Iron Pavilion, Chen Yizi realized what he had done, but the matter was done, so he brought the set of horse harness to Cangshan.
Seeing that the princess's saddle was a little worn that day, Chen Yizi wanted to send this set of horse harness over, but he could not find a reason.
But then came the horse racing incident, and he was busy arranging the people who imprisoned Danzhi to make her suffer less. Plus, he was too embarrassed to see the princess again, so he kept delaying it until today.
Seeing Ali asking questions, Chen Yizi's heart was pounding and his throat felt a little tight.
Fortunately, Ali didn't ask any further questions. She put down the saddle and signaled Lan Xin to accept it.
Chen Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. Just as he was about to speak again, Ali had already ordered him to leave: "The things have been delivered, you can go back."
"Oh, okay. I'll take my leave." Chen Yizi saluted as she said in a daze. When he looked up again, Ali had returned to the tent.
Lan Xin followed behind A Li, holding the harness, and couldn't help but ask, "I don't know where this young Master Chen got all these things from. Princess, should these be put in the box over there as well?"
What she was talking about was a mahogany box in the corner of the tent, which was filled with things sent by Chen Yizi.
Ali thought for a while and said: "I won't put this away. Find some people to put this harness on my horse." She would give it a try in a few days when the wound can be exposed to the air.
"Yes, Princess." Lan Xin agreed and walked out with the horse harness.
Ali was the only one left in the tent.
She walked towards the mahogany box and flipped through it casually. She remembered that Chen Yizi seemed to have given her a box of lip balm, which she heard was extremely valuable and precious.
She stayed in the tent all day doing nothing, with no makeup on and looking listless. Today was a good day to try out some color.
The box of lip balm was very unique, and Ali found it quickly.
She closed the box, sat in front of the mirror, opened the box, and saw that the cream inside was as delicate as cream, and its color was like a newly blooming peony, or like a red plum blossom in the snow.
Ali first applied some on the back of her hand, and she liked the look of it and the scent too.
She dipped her fingertips lightly and picked up some to put on her lips. The lip balm was slightly cool to the touch, but it turned into a soft touch when applied on her lips.
Ali pursed her lips in front of the mirror and spread the lip balm carefully. The layers of crimson smudged her lips, making them look as plump and juicy as pomegranates and her skin whiter than snow.
She was admiring the bronze mirror with great joy when someone else seemed to be approaching the tent.
Ah Li looked at the time. Only Chen Yizhi would come to see her at this time, so she called out, "Chen Yizhi, why are you here again? Is there anything else you want to tell this princess?"
After he finished speaking, there seemed to be silence outside the tent for a moment. Ali was busy showing off and didn't notice that someone was slowly walking in.
Because it was daytime, there were not many candles lit in the tent, and the light from outside could hardly penetrate into the tent.
When Xie Jingchuan's face suddenly appeared in the slightly dim bronze mirror, Ali screamed in fright and almost jumped up.
Xie Jingchuan stood behind her, holding her trembling shoulders and looking into the mirror: "Why are you so scared, Ali?"
His voice was the same as usual, no emotion could be heard in it, but his eyes were fixed on her delicate and tempting lips.
Startled by his sudden appearance, Ali's fingers, which had just been applying lip balm, trembled, leaving a bright red mark on the edge of her lips.
She quickly went to find her handkerchief and tried to wipe off the out-of-place mark on the painting.
Xie Jingchuan seemed to see through all her thoughts. He gently clasped her flustered hands and leaned over to whisper in her ear: "It's beautiful, why did you wipe it off?"
In the mirror, the two bodies overlapped each other, and Xie Jingchuan's warm breath sprayed on her neck slowly and steadily, embracing her completely.
The slightly shaking bronze mirror reflected Ali's somewhat unnatural expression. She pointed and said, "It's drawn here."
Xie Jingchuan looked over, his dark eyes like stars sinking in a cold pond: "It seems so."
He took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to Ali's numb hands: "If you can't find Ali's handkerchief, you can use mine."
Ali's breath hitched, his eyes flickered a little, but Xie Jingchuan behind him looked normal.
Under his silent gaze, Ali wiped off the bright red bit by bit, thinking quickly in his mind how to respond.
But the lip balm was very pigmented, and even though Ali had used some strength, the edges of his lips were still red and could not be wiped clean.
There seemed to be a very low sigh coming from behind her, just like every time she got into trouble and Xie Jingchuan came to clean up the mess for her.
He stopped Ali's rough movements and whispered, "Doesn't it hurt? You're so hard."
In the mirror, Ali's lips were already red. Xie Jingchuan was stunned, and heartache slowly emerged in his heart.
"I'll help you wipe it."
Hearing this, Ali obediently handed the handkerchief in his hand to him, but Xie Jingchuan did not take it.
The next moment, his slightly cool fingertips pressed against the corner of her lips, and with just the right amount of force, he wiped away all the color from her lips.
Ali froze and saw that Xie Jingchuan did not look in the mirror, but turned his head and stared at her bright red lips very closely.
The tips of their noses were almost touching, and the red became more and more dazzling.
Xie Jingchuan rubbed it patiently, touching her teeth several times, but his hands never stopped moving, gently yet irresistibly.
Soon, her lips and his hands were stained with a glaring red.
It was unknown how long it took, so long that Ali had some thoughts of escaping, before Xie Jingchuan stopped and saw that the red had completely disappeared, leaving only a slightly pale lip color.
"Don't you usually like to use the sandalwood heart? Why are you using this today?" Xie Jingchuan's voice was still gentle, and he cared about her as usual.
Ali tried to maintain his composure: "I just happened to think of it and tried it casually."
Xie Jingchuan nodded and lowered his eyes, placed a new box of scar removal ointment on the dressing table, looked in the mirror again, and slowly moved his red-stained fingers down to touch the scar on her neck.
"It was sent from the capital at full speed. It is said to be very effective. Remember to try it." He seemed to have lost control of his strength and accidentally pressed on the hideous scar.
There is some fine itching, but no pain.
"Okay." Ali agreed and unconsciously clenched the clothes in his hands.
Xie Jingchuan smiled, straightened up, and wiped his fingers clean with the handkerchief in Ali's hand: "I have something to do later, so I can't accompany you. I'll come and have dinner with you tonight."
After he left, Ali collapsed on the dressing table as if all the strength had been drained away, with a rare moment of helplessness in his eyes.
She thought that as long as she could gain Xie Jingchuan's love as quickly as possible, she wouldn't have to worry about recovering her demonic power or completing the task.
However, Xie Jingchuan's actions today made her feel a sense of crisis that she had not felt for a long time.
Ali leaned over the table, thinking for a long time. When he wanted to get up, he stepped on something.
She looked down and saw that Xie Jingchuan had thrown the handkerchief at her feet without mercy.
The handkerchief was snow-white and the lip balm was bright red. With every wipe, red marks stained the plain silk, and it was crushed crookedly on the ground.
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