After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince - Chapter 201
~End of chapter 200
At first, when she heard that she had lost the child, she was indeed angry and anxious, and then she was busy looking for the child and no longer was focused on her anger. She was also at fault in this matter, when Xiaoman asked her to hug her in the afternoon, she should have made room to hug her.
Hong Ling calmed down a little, “It’s good if you’re not angry with me.”
She was afraid that Ming Zhu would be angry with her and no longer want her by her side.
“Quickly go back to your room and go to bed.”
“Mmh, Zhu Zhu, you go to bed early too. ”
Chapter 201
(70.2)
Zhao Zhi was standing in the dim night, unable to return to his senses for a long time, his dark pupils stared in the direction where she disappeared, and he slowly started to frown, unable to tell whether it was an illusion that had appeared just before in front of his eyes or if it had been real.
On this spring night, the wind was cold and ruthless, he was wearing little clothes, a thin layer with wide sleeves, and his clothes were swaying gently with the wind. The man’s black hair was lazily tied up in a jade crown, his delicate snow-white face, and beautiful like a painting face seemed to be covered with an indifferent frost. On the surface he seemed calm like water, but in fact, his tight jaw and the stiff edges had already betrayed him.
An unnatural red color gradually appeared under his eyes, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down twice. He turned his face sideways, his voice was hoarse, “Who was that person just now?”
The maid replied: “To reply Gongzi’s question, it was the child’s mother, she came to pick up the child.”
Zhao Zhi’s head was a little drowsy, his jawline was cold and sharp, he clenched his fists, it seemed as if there was the sound of bone joints being dislocated. The words he spit were distinct, as he spoke each word with a pause in between, “The child’s…mother?”
“Yes.”
“What does she look like?”
Zhao Zhi was afraid that he had seen wrong, the night was hazy, dim and it was difficult to see. It was possible that he had seen wrong.
The maid thought about it carefully, and didn’t know how to describe her, “She was very beautiful.”
Zhao Zhi’s cold eyes turned harsh, the little maid was frightened, and her voice turned tense, “Her eyes were round, and there was a small mole on the corner of her eye.”
The small silver bracelet in Zhao Zhi’s hand changed shape because of his grip, his clenched teeth faintly pierced his mouth, tasting blood. As he swallowed the taste of blood, the expression on his face turned complicated, there was both hate and joy in his beautiful eyes, and the blood circulating in his veins seemed to be boiling, hot, burning. He replied lightly, “Got it.”
Then, he ordered, “Call the people from the yamen bureau over here.”
The prefect and the chief of the policemen on duty this evening were called over.
There was a pot of cold tea on the desk, Zhao Zhi’s slender white fingers were gently placed on the handle, and he expressionless poured himself a cup of cold tea. Lightly sipping two mouthfuls, he asked without any expression: “The woman who lost her child, do you know her?”
The prefect had never seen her and could only say he did not know her.
The chief of the policemen knew who she was and, feeling nervous, he blurted out, “They’re beautiful.”
The two young girls, they both looked good. Especially the one he saw later, the light was dim, but he could tell that she was a rare beauty. It was only after the two girls were gone that he recalled exactly where he had seen her before.
“One of them looked seventy to eighty percent similar to the woman in the portrait from two years ago.”
The man crushed the teacup in his hand. The sharp edges cut his fingers, but he did not care at all, and on the contrary, he laughed coldly, and hummed.
She really was not dead.
She dared to deceive him, play with him, toy with him, and even had a child. She had been hiding in Yangzhou for so long.
“The two people opened a pastry store, their business is not bad. They live in an alley in the south of the city and don’t go out much usually.”
Zhao Zhi did not listen carefully to what he was saying, his emotions were a little out of control. He had been waking up in cold sweat from nightmares for two years, day after day, dreaming of her. He sometimes looked at himself in the mirror, feeling that he had been so tortured that he had lost human shape.
The blood lines in his eyes, were getting deeper and deeper.
*
The next day at dawn, the little person in Ming Zhu’s arms woke up from her sleep. The little girl rubbed her eyes, her expression in a daze, a small lock of curly hair was sticking up on her head, and she looked very cute.
Ming Zhu was woken up by her, and enduring her sleepiness and exhaustion, she helped her daughter dress as she asked her softly and gently, “Xiaoman, what do you want to eat this morning?”
The little girl was lying on her mother’s shoulder, her voice so gentle and soft it could make people’s heart melt, she said, “I want to eat bean paste filled buns.”
Ming Zhu hugged her, “Mother will take you outside to buy it.”
Outside of the alley, there was a long street where they sold food, with overflowing aromas.
Xiaoman had grown up white and plump from being well-fed by Ming Zhu, and she was heavy to hold. Ming Zhu’s arms were a little sore, but she couldn’t bear to put the child down. She walked to a bun stall and bought a basket of buns, with bean paste filling and meat filling.
Ming Zhu paid the money, looked down at her daughter, and asked with a smile, “What else does Xiaoman want to eat?”
The little girl shook her head, “Nothing else.”
“Alright.”
After buying the buns, Ming Zhu didn’t want to stay outside any longer and was planning to go home. Xiaoman hugged her neck and her tiny thumb pointed to the stall across the street, “Wind! …flying! Flying flying flying!”
Ming Zhu turned around and saw that it was a stall selling kites.
Last time she made a kite for Xiaoman to play with, but back then the little girl just cared about her toy, long forgetting that this flying toy was called a kite.
Ming Zhu stroked her hair, “When we go home, mommy will make you a more beautiful one, okay?”
Translator : Laura
Other novels : His One Love & Ancient Eden & Unaware that My Legitimate Sister is my Husband
If you’d like to read more ?
