vstars Chapter 37
Chapter 37
The woman in the golden robe glanced disdainfully at her powerless rage. "Could it be that I hit the nail on the head? Everyone saw what happened this time. If you really did that, and it got back to your mother, guess what would happen?"
The woman in the blue brocade robe's expression changed, as if she had thought of something. She glared at her without any threat, then turned and left.
The woman in the golden robe scoffed and was about to leave when she found herself unable to move. Turning back, she discovered that someone had grabbed the hem of her robe.
"doing what?"
The man looked up at her, his pale lips pursed, and slowly said, "Please do me a favor, Miss."
The woman was taken aback and pulled her clothes out of his hands.
"You want me to help you? What can you offer me in return? Or are you going to offer yourself to me?"
The man lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, "As long as it's not my body, please feel free to ask."
The woman was getting impatient, and seeing his submissive attitude, she spoke up in frustration.
"Tell me, what do you need my help with?"
The man's clear eyes were fixed on her, making her feel uneasy, and she looked away.
"Please take me to see that lady, Miss. Just take me there, and that's all you have to do with me."
The woman then turned her head again and began to properly examine him.
After looking for a while and not finding anything special, he spoke with a slight chill in his heart.
"You really are infatuated."
The man remained silent, lowered his head again, and looked somewhat wooden.
"Alright, go and bury your mother first. We'll meet here in an hour."
"Thank you, miss."
He then got up and carried away the body wrapped in a straw mat from the ground.
The maidservant came closer again, following her gaze to watch the man's departing figure.
"Miss, if you like him, why don't you take this opportunity to tie him up and bring him back to your manor? After all, you've already given him the silver notes."
The woman turned around and flicked her forehead, "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think I'm that kind of person? He already has someone he loves, would I do something like breaking them up?"
The maid covered her head, looking aggrieved.
He wanted to say something, but was silenced by a glare from his young mistress.
"Go back to the manor immediately, don't embarrass me in public."
The maid wanted to object, but that was her mistress, her provider. She could only agree to whatever her young mistress said.
Upon hearing that Nalan Jing had arrived at the inn, he instructed his servants to boil water for a bath.
She removed her clothes, held the jade hairpin in her hand, and lovingly caressed it.
Liu Qishan's body is still warm, and danger surrounds her. She doesn't know who the people lurking in the shadows are, nor when they will return. She is trapped in layers of mystery, and the slightest carelessness could lead to her destruction.
She is in the open while her enemy is in the shadows, making her impossible to guard against.
If she wants to live, she needs her own power; if she wants to find Liu Qishan's whereabouts, she also needs a powerful enough force. Right now, she has nothing.
Even now, she still refuses to believe that Liu Qishan is dead. How could someone as gifted as him die so easily?
She had also made the worst-case scenario plan: even if Liu Qishan died, she would still retrieve his soul, and she meant what she said!
She carefully wrapped the jade hairpin and placed it on the dressing table. Then she stepped into the bathtub. The moment the hot water enveloped her body, a wave of weariness washed over her, and she closed her eyes to rest.
Having traversed this long period of time, aside from the time spent with Liu Qishan in the forest, I haven't had a proper rest since then, and have been constantly on the move.
She truly had a life of hardship.
In the misty air, his consciousness became somewhat blurred, and he unknowingly fell asleep. When he woke up again, the water had already cooled down. The spring chill was still in the air, and in this weather, one could easily catch a cold if one was not careful. However, Nalan Jingwen's current health was not so easily affected by illness.
"Knock down."
A knock came from outside. Nalan Jingwen got up. Crystalline water droplets rolled down her fair and smooth body and dripped onto the ground. Her skin was like solidified cream, unlike that of an ordinary person.
She grabbed the red dress from the screen and casually draped it over her shoulders, the sash loosely tied, her fair skin peeking out from beneath the flowing robe.
I poured myself a glass of water and drank it, which soothed my throat, which had been dry from the smoke, and then sat down in a chair.
"Enter."
As soon as Hongyun entered, seeing Nalan Jingwen's appearance, a suspicious blush rose on her wheat-colored face, and she subconsciously looked away.
The appearance of this wise prince has always been controversial in the capital. Most people say that she does not look like a woman, but looks like a man, and is delicate and weak. Who is such a beautiful woman?
A small minority of people believe that a woman with male features has a unique charm, and that beautiful women don't care about gender.
Hongyun had only heard about her and had a general understanding of her appearance, but she didn't pay much attention to it. It was just a pretty face, far less important than her status.
But today, she finally realized just how striking the Prince Xian's appearance was—so stunningly beautiful it was almost aggressive, making people afraid to even glance at him.
She possesses both beauty and an undeniable, powerful aura.
Hongyun composed herself and bowed her head in respect.
"Your Highness, Miss Liu has arrived. Shall we serve the dishes now?"
Nalan Jingwen put down the teacup, and his wide sleeves slipped down as he moved, revealing a section of his fair arm.
"Please invite them in and serve the food."
"Yes."
Hongyun dared not linger any longer and hurriedly went out to fetch someone. Nalan Jing, upon hearing this, did not say much, only remarking that his composure was insufficient.
Soon, a woman in a golden robe stepped in. She was the same woman from the street just now, named Liu Qingxu. She had obviously changed her clothes after returning home, but they were still golden.
As soon as Liu Qingxu walked in, his gaze was instantly drawn to Nalan Jingwen. He paused, hesitated for a moment, then stepped back and looked at the plaque at the entrance.
As if to confirm, he went inside again, sat down in front of Nalan Jingwen, and stared intently at him.
Nalan Jingwen was not annoyed and let her look at him to her heart's content. He poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of her.
"Miss Liu, please."
Liu Qingxu picked up the teacup and could smell the fragrance left on the cup where Nalan Jing had touched it.
She clicked her tongue twice and drank the tea in one gulp.
"You, what's wrong with your appearance..."
She suddenly stopped, as if realizing something, and felt somewhat embarrassed.
Nalan Jingwen naturally knew what she wanted to say. Humans are visual creatures, and the first thing they notice is appearance. They are inexplicably more forgiving of people with good looks, which is also a reality.
Here, you can't say a woman is beautiful; that would be an insult to her. They don't need others to praise their appearance, because there are many other things about them that deserve praise.
Men are the ones who need to improve their appearance, since most men rely on their looks to please others.
Nalan Jingwen asked indifferently, "Looks like a man?"
Liu Qingxu realized that she might have offended the other party and was about to apologize when Nalan Jingwen said nonchalantly, "Just take it as Miss Liu praising me."
"what?"
"Miss Liu, don't you like pretty people?"
Liu Qingxu seemed somewhat dazed.
"like."
"If you like it, then it's a compliment."
Liu Qingxu's lips twitched. Who would use someone else's words to praise themselves like that?!