Chapter 470: Eat and go to the dungeon
Seeing this, Tianyi also jumped on his horse and followed closely behind.
Seeing her young lady being taken away on horseback by Young Master Lan, Xiaohong stumbled over to the carriage in the snow, panting anxiously.
An glanced at her, and although his face was still expressionless, his tone softened a little: "Come up quickly."
Xiaohong felt as if she had been pardoned. She kept saying, "Thank you, Brother An! Thank you!" Her voice was filled with tears and gratitude.
She hurriedly climbed onto the carriage using her hands and feet and dived into the relatively warm compartment.
An Yi did not delay any longer and shook the reins, "Gee!" The carriage wheels rolled over the thick snow, making a "creaking" sound, and quickly drove away from this troubled place.
"No! Wait for me! Don't leave me..." Zhang Xiner watched them all leave, and fear instantly grabbed her heart like a cold giant hand.
She cried and screamed like crazy, stumbling and running after the carriage in the deep snow.
The cold wind cut her cheeks like a knife, and the icy snow poured into her thin embroidered shoes, making every step extremely heavy.
But the carriage was merciless and ran faster and faster. The lantern hanging at the rear of the carriage swayed in the wind and snow, turning into two blurry and dim points of light, and finally disappeared completely at the end of the darkness.
"No...don't..." Zhang Xiner's cries turned into desperate whimpers, and all her strength seemed to be drained away in an instant.
She lost her balance and was tripped by a dead branch buried in the deep snow. She fell heavily on the cold snow with a "thump".
Severe pain came from her knees and palms, and cold snow foam poured into her collar and cuffs. The biting cold made her tremble violently all over.
She struggled to sit up, rubbing her aching legs, looking at the deserted snowfield and the dark and silent night sky. The huge fear and boundless humiliation completely overwhelmed her. Finally, she couldn't help but burst into tears. The shrill cry echoed in the wilderness, making her seem even more desolate and lonely.
She really couldn't understand it! She just wanted to repay the favor! She just wanted to enter the palace as a servant, to be closer to that godlike man, and have the chance to look up to him! She didn't even dare to hope to compete with the noble princess for anything!
Why...why did he target her so cruelly? Why did he let the prince humiliate her like this? Why did he let her fall into this situation worse than death?
Princess Regent!!!
Zhang Xiner's fear at this moment was replaced by overwhelming resentment. Her nails dug deeply into the cold snow. Her hatred for Lan Xiyue grew wildly like poisonous ivy, taking root in her heart in an instant. It was so strong that it almost swallowed her. She hated Lan Xiyue at this moment!
She realized with even greater despair that her miserable fate was due to her revealing her father Zhang Huaiyi's name!
She had originally hoped that the Regent would look upon her differently because of her father's official position. After all, the women imprisoned with her were of much lower status than her. But she never expected that this would become the final straw that broke the camel's back!
Because of her father, she was ruthlessly abandoned! She hated them all...
The cold despair was like the endless darkness, pressing down heavily.
Zhang Xiner was trembling, her teeth chattering, and she could only struggle to wrap her arms tightly around her shivering, cold and stiff body, trying to absorb a little bit of pitiful warmth.
She looked around blankly, seeing only endless snowy fields and howling cold winds.
Finally, she gritted her teeth, and with pain, humiliation, and deep resentment all over her body, she began her trek through the deep snow towards the capital, slipping with every step and struggling.
Every step left a deep mark on the snow, which was soon covered by new snow.
When I returned to the Regent's Palace, the night was already dark and everything was silent.
Lan Xiyue was breathing shallowly and evenly in Mo Liyuan's warm and generous embrace.
Mo Liyuan held her in his arms and walked steadily through the quiet corridor, going straight back to the master bedroom.
He laid her on the large bed with extremely gentle movements. He first carefully took off her embroidered shoes and silk stockings that were stained with the cold night dew, revealing her ankles as white as jade. Then he untied the laces of her outer garment, leaving only her comfortable inner garment.
Throughout the whole process, his deep eyes were filled with unbreakable doting and concentration.
After settling her down, he took off his outer robe, climbed onto the bed, stretched out his long arms, and hugged his sleeping wife tightly in his arms. He rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, smelled the familiar fragrance, and closed his eyes.
The next morning, when Lan Xiyue slowly woke up, the bedroom was already bright. The fragmented sunlight filtered through the delicate window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the smooth floor.
She sat up lazily, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders. She rubbed her sleepy eyes with her hand and called out in a hoarse and lazy voice, "Early Spring, Early Summer."
Chuchun, who was guarding outside the door, heard the sound and immediately pushed the door open quietly with a concerned smile on her face: "Princess, you are awake." She walked quickly to the bed.
Lan Xiyue yawned slightly, a hint of fatigue still in the corners of her eyes, and said in a soft voice: "What time is it?"
Chuchun neatly rolled up the bed curtains and replied with a smile, "Princess, it's almost noon. You slept so soundly."
"Where's Mo Liyuan?" Lan Xiyue glanced around the empty bed and asked casually, "What's he busy with now?"
At this time, Chu Xia also came in with a copper basin filled with warm water. She placed the basin steadily on the yellow pear wood rack beside her and said, "The prince got up and left before dawn, and specifically instructed the servants not to disturb your rest."
Upon hearing this, Lan Xiyue curled her lips slightly, but didn't say much.
She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, walked to the shelf, and carefully washed her face with the warm towel that Chuxia brought.
After washing up, she sat on the embroidered cushion in front of the dressing table. Her bright yet slightly lazy face was reflected in the bronze mirror.
Chuchun stood behind her, picked up the jade comb, and gently combed her ink-black long hair.
"Princess," Chuchun skillfully tied her hair and whispered, "Madame Li arrived at the palace early this morning. The housekeeper told her that you hadn't gotten up yet, and she...she refused to leave and has been waiting outside the palace gate."
Lan Xiyue narrowed her eyes slightly in the mirror and slightly frowned her delicate brows.
She was silent for a moment before speaking calmly, her tone unrecognizable as either joy or anger: "I'm hungry now. Let's eat first. Only when we're full can we have the strength." She paused and added, "After we're full, we can go to the dungeon in the palace."
Chuchun understood and said no more, focusing only on the intricate and exquisite bun in her hand.
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