Chapter 331 Where Did This Enchanting Woman Come From? Affectionate Glances
When the person's figure, which had been hidden by the door frame, was fully revealed in front of Tao Wanyin.
Everything else in her vision dimmed, and even the light around her seemed to have been absorbed by the man.
Zhao Minghong stood in the light, his anger still simmering, when his eyes met those of the person below the steps who was staring blankly up at him.
Tao Wanyin was still breathing heavily and could no longer see anything else.
Her heart finally settled back into place, no longer floating in the air.
Inside the room, the Emperor and Ji Qingwu saw that Prince Yong, who had been chasing and kicking Su Fengyue, suddenly became quiet, his hands and feet seemingly at a loss for what to do, and he even scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.
Ji Qingwu was standing on the opposite side of the door, unaware of who Prince Yong had seen, since even the emperor's presence had failed to intimidate him.
She curiously peeked out, then immediately pulled back in.
It turned out to be Princess Yong who had come.
No wonder Prince Yong was like a wild and irritable lion just now. Now he has calmed down completely, but he is not completely obedient. He is scratching himself like a flea on his body.
Zhao Minghong took a step back and, out of the sight of Princess Yong, quickly straightened the golden crown on his head. He then hurriedly patted the shoe prints on his shoulders. Seeing that his clothes were not neat, he even tried to loosen his belt and straighten his collar.
Emperor Wusu gave Prince Yong a cold glance.
Zhao Minghong stiffened, regaining some of his princely demeanor.
Ji Qingwu's smile couldn't help but widen again and again.
Prince Yong did not recognize the unfamiliar maid in front of him and thought she was a spy planted by the emperor next to Prime Minister Su.
He coughed lightly with his hands behind his back, and said to her seriously, "I'm asking you, what's so funny?"
Ji Qingwu then calmed down slightly and smiled faintly.
He said loudly, "Your Highness, it is laughable, naturally because it is funny."
Zhao Minghong feigned anger and said, "Do you think your smile is pretty? Then smile!"
In the blink of an eye, a teacup flew towards Prince Yong and hit him squarely on his newly tied hair ornament.
How could celadon be as hard as a golden crown? It shattered on his head in an instant, scattering shards everywhere.
Zhao Minghong could no longer laugh. His eyes trembled as he watched Emperor Wusu put his arm around the maid's waist.
He whispered something in her ear, and the smile on her lips immediately vanished, replaced by a tight purse.
Where did this enchantress come from?!
Zhao Minghong was filled with mixed feelings, although he hoped that his elder brother could forget his fifth cousin who had married into the Wei family.
But not long after, another maid appeared.
He was marveling at how his elder brother, like an iron tree that had never blossomed in ten thousand years, had finally blossomed, with one flower here and another there, forming a whole patch.
Hearing the sound of porcelain shards breaking, Tao Wanyin hurriedly lifted her skirt and ran in.
As she got closer, she finally saw what Prince Yong looked like.
His clothes were dirty and disheveled, wrinkled and covered in dust. His golden crown was askew, and a few strands of hair were loose. It was unclear who he had been fighting with, as his hands appeared to be badly injured.
But Tao Wanyin felt that his disheveled and unruly appearance made her unable to look away.
Those eyes that looked at her were bright and warm, shining into her heart.
When Zhao Minghong suddenly saw Tao Wanyin walking in front of him, his expression instantly turned serious, and his deep, affectionate eyes were so captivating that they could drown anyone in them.
Ji Qingwu couldn't help but glance over and let out a soft hiss.
Zhao Minghong's behavior in front of the princess was truly a model of deep affection.
Her distraction was immediately caught; a large hand pressed down on her delicate neck, and with a little force, she was forcibly turned back.
Ji Qingwu lost the right to watch the Yongwang couple exchange flirtatious glances, and she muttered to herself.
"Looking at it won't cost you anything."
Zhao Mingyan's fingers then pinched her soft cheek and shook it.
Ji Qingwu immediately changed his mind: "I won't watch it."
However, the soft flesh on her right cheek temporarily lost its control.
Once Princess Yong ran up to him, Zhao Minghong lost all awareness of what was happening around him.
Before he could even speak, his eyes reddened, his voice became hoarse, and his throat tightened as if it were filled with sand.
Su Fengyue's words struck him like a heavy hammer blow to the core of his heart.
Even though the old man had been captured and death awaited him, Prince Yong still felt it wasn't enough to vent his anger.
How old was Wanyin then? She was still innocent and naive, knowing nothing, and unaware that she would meet him...
Zhao Minghong thought of the past, of his wedding night.
He should have been gentler; he shouldn't have stormed off, shouldn't have let his face be streaked with tears; there were so many things he shouldn't have done...
Prince Yong longed to hold Tao Wanyin's face, but then he remembered that her hand had touched that old man, Su Fengyue.
He put his right hand behind his back, afraid that she would notice his unusual behavior.
At this moment, Zhao Minghong finally understood why the maid had said that the evidence against Su Fengyue was insufficient.
A wound that has healed will only be exposed as a bloody mess if it is reopened.
Such evidence comes at the cost of reopening old wounds.
Zhao Minghong had a thousand words stuck in his throat, his heart aching terribly.
He struggled for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.
"You... how did you get here?"
Tao Wanyin then realized that her behavior was somewhat inappropriate.
In the dead of night, disregarding the curfew, they broke into the Prime Minister's residence, which was surrounded by the Black-Clad Guards.
She lowered her head and said, "I was just worried about Your Highness... Did I delay Your Highness from carrying out your important business? I was being presumptuous."
Zhao Minghong said, "I didn't mean to blame you."
His arms stretched out stiffly, encircling the person, his heart pounding like a drum.
Tao Wanyin's body also trembled.
His hand was patting her back, a soothing gesture, similar to the way her mother used to pat her to sleep, even gentler.
Tao Wanyin's eyes were half-closed, then suddenly opened wide.
If she remembered correctly, when she ran in, there were two other people standing on the other side of the room, but they looked like servants, so she didn't pay much attention to them.
Being intimate in front of outsiders made Tao Wanyin, who was easily embarrassed, blush slightly behind her ears, and she gently struggled.
Zhao Minghong noticed her reluctance and immediately let go of her, afraid of making her feel uncomfortable.
He withdrew his hand so quickly that Tao Wanyin was stunned, and the feeling of being cherished vanished instantly.
An indescribable sense of reluctance welled up in her heart.
Zhao Minghong's gaze fell on her face. Tao Wanyin glanced at him and then lowered her head. The air was too silent at that moment.
The two people over there were doing something, and they didn't make a sound.
After a while, Tao Wanyin asked softly.
"Your Highness, when will you return to the manor?"
Zhao Minghong looked across at the other side, coughed lightly, and wanted to obtain Emperor Wusu's consent.
Only then was Ji Qingwu's cheek flesh finally saved.
Just now, it was as if the emperor was using it as a fun stress-relieving toy, squeezing and bouncing it around, having a great time.
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