After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince - Chapter 191
~End of chapter 190
Zhao Zhi faintly said: “Even if it’s dead, just leave it without touching it.”
He still remembered that it was Ming Zhu who had ordered people to move that tree to the backyard. She liked spring, liked all kinds of flowers, she was somewhat foolishly naive and romantic. The flower tree was brought over by some southern merchant, and when she saw it, she liked it very much, but did not have the silver to buy it, so she ended up begging in front of him with a red and pitiful face, asking him to borrow some money.
She said “borrow”, but in fact, she didn’t return the money.
Even now, when Zhao Zhi closed his eyes, he could still recall how she tugged on his sleeves back then, her attitude as she softly begged him with a red face, pink ears and a small voice. Sweet and soft, and exquisite.
Chapter 191
(67.4)
The intendant Lin did not dare try to understand the crown prince’s mind, and just knew what to do after getting his order.
“Your Highness, it’s really cold today, don’t you want a servant to light some charcoal?”
Every winter, the residence used up a lot of charcoal, and this year, because of an exception, they did not use much of it.
“No need, get out.”
Zhao Zhi was not afraid of the cold, even during the cold winter months, his entire body was still warm. The only one who was afraid of the cold was the person he used to carefully pamper.
Zhao Zhi swallowed the blood in his throat as he lowered his pale and feeble face. His fingers clenched the brush in his hand, and he continued to write the article he was working on. But halfway through the writing, he stopped the brush, unable to write any longer.
Her voice was always ringing in his ears, complaining, unhappy, cheerful. But very quickly, those illusionary voices came to an abrupt end, and the study was again plunged in a somewhat frightening silence.
He casually took a book from the bookshelf. Since he could not calm down his heart enough to write, then he could only read a book.
But coincidentally, the book he took was one of those he used to force Ming Zhu to study, and when he opened the first page, he saw her meticulous handwriting with just one glance.
Zhao Zhi’s eyes sockets became taut, he forced himself to read as if nothing was the matter, but before he could finish reading one page, he was unable to bear it any longer and coldly called the servant outside the door in. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Remove all these books and put them away.”
There were some things that he couldn’t stand to see, for it was hard not to be reminded of her, of that face that he used to love so much, that was constantly tormenting him every moment, reminding him over and over again that things were not what they used to be.
Whenever it happened, Zhao Zhi’s hatred for her reached its deepest point, he hated her for dying just like that.
His hands were holding on to the desk, as his clenched heart was overwhelmed with waves of pain. He slowly bent his waist, breathing heavily.
He gradually recovered, and his face that was whiter than paper then looked slightly better.
At night, Zhao Zhi drank tranquilizing medicine before falling asleep.
He hadn’t dreamed for a long time, but this night he had a beautiful dream.
In the dream, it was springtime, and Ming Zhu was still living in the outside courtyard on Li lane in the capital. She was wearing a maple-colored light gauze dress with big sleeves and a string of small light-blue silver bells were hanging from her waist. She was standing in the dazzling sunshine, smiling at him, her glistening cheeks were pink because of the sun exposure. She took the initiative to hold his fingertips, her delicate body got closer to his, a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance seemed to fill his nose, and he heard her say, “You’re back, are you tired?”
Zhao Zhi felt that this was a dream and yet not a dream.
Ming Zhu’s entire face looked shy as she held his fingers, she got up on her toes, and boldly kissed the corner of his lips, “I missed you so much.”
Zhao Zhi could not control his own body, even as he heard such delicate and soft words, there wasn’t the slightest change of expression on his face, he just went along with the flow and held her hand, before lifting her up in the air and holding her in his arms.
After a while, the room was filled with a dense and soft fragrance, two slender snow-white legs were exposed outside of the quilt, with straight toes curling up before straightening again.
The man dragged her into his arms and lowered his gaze to look at her flushed face, the girl in his arms had her round eyes opened, her dark eyes were overflowing with moist waves, it was unsure whether her eyelashes had gotten wet because of sweat or tears, but her eyelashes, filled with water droplets, were trembling. She was weak like she couldn’t stand under a burst of wind, stirring people’s tender love.
The man’s other hand strongly clasped the back of her head, as his slender fingers touched her soft black hair, gently stroking it. And then he lowered his head, tenderly and lightly kissing the corner of her mouth.
After this round of wind and rain, the girl used his arm as a pillow, forcing her eyelids to stay open, as she whispered to him, “Your Highness, I would like a child to keep me company.”
Zhao Zhi wanted to hold her tight, he wanted to talk to her, but the more impatient he was, the faster he ended up waking up.
The day outside had dawned, a beam of white light was shining into the room.
Zhao Zhi remained in a daze for a long time, as he slowly woke up from the confusing dream.
He got up and got dressed. Just as he was about to wash up, when he raised his hand, and touched his cheek, he felt a few wet trails. He dried his face with a towel as if nothing was the matter and opened the door. What greeted him was the cold wind in his face. The rustling snowfall of last night surprisingly still had yet to stop, there was a white blanket all over the courtyard.
He remembered that Ming Zhu also liked snowy days, she was always like a child who did not grow up, she wouldn’t feel tired of seeing snow no matter how many times she saw it. She used to run out every time to build snowmen while bringing with her small scissors to cut the plum branches in the back garden.
This was still okay. But her body was weak and yet she still did not understand how to protect herself, she did not wear a lot of clothes, and just played happily. He reprimanded her, but she never remembered his lessons.
Thinking of her, Zhao Zhi had a headache again, he rubbed the middle of his forehead with his fingertips and then only felt better.
Translator : Laura
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