Chapter 59 Looking after the children
He raised his chin slightly, indicating the direction of Xiao Jingchi, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, three parts of which were joking, and seven parts were a subtle sourness that even he himself had not yet tasted.
"Your Highness the Sixth Prince, why are you so special?" A hint of bitterness inadvertently leaked out during the conversation, yet it blended perfectly into the night.
Upon hearing this, Chen He couldn't help but "chuckle", and his laughter was as clear and pleasant as a silver bell, instantly dispelling the dullness and depression of the surrounding night.
"Jing Chi..." She called softly, her eyes gently cast at the figure curled up in the chair, sleeping defenselessly. Her eyes were full of tenderness, as if they could gently wrap around everything in the world.
"He," she continued, her tone filled with a mixture of fondness and helplessness, "is still just a child after all."
This was said naturally, as if it was the most irrefutable truth in the world.
Zhou Yanan: "..."
Child? He smiled bitterly, but was speechless for a moment and could only shake his head helplessly.
He slowly stood up and waved his hand gently. There was an unspeakable helplessness in that movement, and it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, allowing him to finally breathe.
"Forget it." He sighed softly, straightened his clothes, and his tone returned to his usual casual and lazy tone.
"I will no longer bother Miss Shen, so as not to hinder you..."
He paused deliberately, his peach blossom eyes curved slightly, flashing with a cunning light, and a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"The elegance of 'babysitting'."
He deliberately emphasized the words "take care of the children", and the implication is thought-provoking.
After saying this, he turned and left, his steps firm and without any hesitation, as if everything was settled and he had no more worries.
Just as his figure was about to disappear outside the door, an indistinct mumbling sound was heard again.
"Um... Prince brother..."
It’s Xiao Jingchi again.
"I also need to... look after the children..."
Chen He was just about to ask Guyu to go and see if Xiao Jingchi was cold, but was startled when he heard this.
She laughed and shook her head, thinking it was just a child talking in his sleep.
It is common knowledge that Crown Prince Xiao Jingchen has no children to date.
She walked over to Xiao Jingchi and wanted to cover him with the thin blanket that had slipped off.
"What are you talking about in your sleep?"
She laughed softly and said, "Where did the prince's child come from?"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Jingchi, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened them a crack.
His eyes were hazy, but with a hint of unusual clarity.
“It’s true…”
He muttered, his voice clearer than before.
"It's not a dream..."
"Crown Prince... he said it himself..."
He thought hard, his little brows furrowed.
"Say I'm going...I'm going..."
He paused, as if recalling an important place name.
"Putuo Temple!"
"Go to Putuo Temple... to see the children..."
Putuo Temple? Babysitting? This seemingly absurd dream talk was like a stone dropped into a deep pond, suddenly stirring up ripples in Shen He's heart!
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Zhou Yan'an's figure completely disappeared outside the door, and the night wind seemed to have carried away the echo of his last teasing words.
The courtyard was once again shrouded in a deeper silence.
In the corner, Xiao Jingchi's even and long breathing became the only clear rhythm in the silence.
It is like a wordless lullaby, soothing the night and the human heart.
Chen He's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the figure curled up in the chair.
The thin blanket slipped down a little, revealing his smooth profile.
The moonlight shone through the window lattice and softly fell on his face.
The long eyelashes drooped, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under the eyelids.
The nose bridge is high and the lips are full and beautiful.
When he fell asleep, his deliberately ignorant and foolish appearance faded away, and his face was surprisingly handsome to the point of being almost terrifying. *
Chen He looked a little dazed.
She suddenly remembered what happened just now.
Just before Zhou Yan'an left, she gently persuaded Xiao Jingchi to return to his own palace to rest.
What's the result?
The man pouted.
"don't want!"
The voice was crisp and loud, with a very childish tone.
"Jing Chi wants to be with Sister He!"
"Sister He won't sleep here, and Jing Chi won't leave!"
She persuaded again.
He simply and neatly -
He sat down on the cold ground!
He kicked his legs hard, like a little rascal rolling on the ground because he couldn't get any candy.
"Wuwu...Sister He is bullying..."
That accusing look, coupled with his now-manly-looking face, formed a strange and... inexplicably soft-hearted contrast.
At that time, Chen He was really angry, funny, and a little helpless.
But now...
Looking at his peaceful and harmless sleeping face...
A sense of inexplicable tenderness quietly spread in Chen He's heart.
*Narrator: This person, the foolish Sixth Prince whom she avoided as much as possible in her previous life...*
She actually felt...
He's playing dirty...
It seems... not so disgusting?
Even... a little bit... cute?
When this thought came to her mind, Shen He was shocked. In her previous life, her heart and eyes were filled with Xiao Jingren's hypocritical face. When did she ever pay attention to others?
"Ah He."
A soft voice interrupted her thoughts.
It’s Chu Yue.
She had come closer at some point, holding two small white jade wine jugs in her hands.
There was also a plate of peanuts and a plate of cold bamboo shoots.
She handed one of the wine jugs to Shen He.
"A drink?"
There was a barely perceptible tremor in her voice, and it was obvious that the shock had not completely passed.
This girl looked delicate, but she was actually very thoughtful. She knew that Shen He was probably feeling overwhelmed at the moment and needed some comfort.
Chen He raised his eyes and met Chu Yue's concerned and questioning gaze.
She slowly smiled and took the wine jug.
"good."
There was a subtle hint of fatigue in his voice, but also a warmth.
The two walked to the stone table in the yard and sat down.
Guyu had quietly cleaned up the leftovers at some point, and the stone table was now clean, with only the two side dishes and two wine glasses brought by Chu Yue.
Meticulous consideration is often hidden in these silent details.
Chu Yue filled Chen He's glass with wine and poured herself a glass as well.
Then she stopped talking.
He just picked up the small white jade cup and sipped it silently.
The moonlight fell on her slightly pale face, reflecting her long eyelashes and the panic and confusion that lingered deep in her eyes.
The courtyard was very quiet.
All that could be heard was the rustling of leaves in the night wind, the faint sound of a night watch in the distance, and Xiao Jingchi's steady breathing in the corner.
Chen He also picked up his wine glass.
The clear wine slid down the throat, bringing a slight coolness, and then a warmth emerged and slowly spread.
The night breeze blew through the courtyard, bringing a hint of coolness.
Chen He and Chu Yue sat facing each other in silence, with only the occasional shimmer of wine in the glass reflecting the complex and indistinguishable emotions in each other's eyes.
Some secrets are as heavy as mountains, some fears are unforgettable. The silence at this moment is a brief respite after the storm.
But at this moment, hundreds of feet away in Fengyi Palace, the scene was completely different.
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