After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince - Chapter 232
Chapter 232
(82.3)
Song Huaiqing heard that the crown prince had fallen gravely ill and that he hadn’t attended the morning court for half a month. That was something that had never happened before.
He and Wei Liu made a visit to the residence together. The intendant Lin invited the two of them to the door of the study, while he himself knocked on the door of the study to report their arrival.
Zhao Zhi casually said to let them in, but regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.
His gaze glanced at Ming Zhu’s slender and graceful figure, and his expression turned heavy. He looked around, not seeing a side hall where she could hide.
When Song Huaiqing saw Ming Zhu in the study, he did not feel strange at all, his eyebrows raised slightly and the folding fan in his hand snapped and stretched as he looked deeply at Ming Zhu. He then retracted his gaze, and turned to ask, “Is Your Highness’s illness better?”
Zhao Zhi casually replied, “I’m already fully recovered.”
He inclined his face and lowered his head to gently speak with Ming Zhu, “Didn’t you not sleep well last night? Go back to the room and rest first.”
Ming Zhu looked at him with strange and puzzled eyes, she had slept well last night.
But if Zhao Zhi wanted to drive her away, she was fine with it. She didn’t want to be alone with him in the first place, much less talk to him.
Ming Zhu went to the front yard to look for her daughter, Zhao Zhi had arranged four maidservants and two momo to stay by Xiaoman’s side to take care of her.
The little girl was in an unfamiliar place, but she actually was not afraid at all, the way she instructed the servants was very spirited, with a very natural attitude.
However, when the little girl was in front of her mother, she would open her arms and softly beg for a hug.
Ming Zhu laughed gently, bent down and picked her up, smiling brightly as she said okay.
After a while, Ming Zhu carried the little girl to the swing in the courtyard. Sitting down, she was holding a book of poems that she had read in the past in her hand, and was now slowly reading it to her in a slower tone.
The little girl listened with great interest, while clenching her fingers, not bearing to let go of her mother.
Zhao Zhi and Song Huaiqing were walking through the long corridors and corners, in the middle of the summer afternoon. The sun was shining brightly, the gorgeous daylight was piercing through the dappled budding branches and shining right on Ming Zhu’s delicate and white side face. She smiled, she seemed to have told a joke that made the small child in her arms squint her eyes and laugh.
Song Huaiqing averted his eyes to hide the darkness in the bottom of his eyes, and pretended to be relaxed, “You really want to marry her as the crown princess?”
Zhao Zhi spat out the word, “Yes.”
Song Huaiqing laughed coldly and said, “My good cousin, she doesn’t have you in her heart.”
Zhao Zhi remained silent for a while and then he said indifferently with his eyes downcast, “I know.”
(83.1)
Song Huaqing did not make a sound for a long time, his deep gaze fell on Ming Zhu’s side face, and then he moved his gaze away, as if nothing was the matter.
A few years had passed, yet Ming Zhu looked as if she hadn’t changed, with a slender and graceful figure, and a smile as pure as a hibiscus in clear water, which could captivate a man down to the very core of his soul.
Song Huaqing had lived for so many years, and had seen all kinds of women, his backyard was also filled with quite a lot of them, so he was not a man who would be blinded by beauty.
He couldn’t be blamed for how, as if possessed by a devil, he had threatened her that day in Yangzhou.
When she smiled, she looked both innocent and beautiful, her eyes seemed to have hooks at the end, seeming like a lotus flower and also like a rose, her beauty was indeed very moving.
All men who saw her would want to take her for themselves and keep her hidden in their backyard.
Song Huaiqing did not know whether or not Ming Zhu had told Zhao Zhi about him threatening her, but most likely she had not said anything.
A little bit of regret flashed in Song Huaiqing’s heart, an indefinable and indescribable fleeting melancholy.
It was really a pity.
If she was still a concubine, things would be so much easier to arrange.
Song Huaiqing returned to his senses, turned his head to look at Zhao Zhi’s face, and asked in a low voice: “How did Your Highness suddenly fall ill? And so gravely?”
Zhao Zhi said perfunctorily, “I didn’t pay attention and didn’t dress warmly enough at night.”
Song Huaiqing raised his eyebrows, “Your Highness doesn’t look like you have got a cold.”
His complexion was really too white, and his face had gotten much thinner.
Zhao Zhi’s side eye swept him a glance, and he pursed the corners of the mouth, coldly replying: “It is indeed a cold.”
Song Huaiqing stopped there and did not inquire further. When he came today, he brought a few top quality tonics, ginseng, antlers, bird’s nests, everything. However, whether or not he came to visit Zhao Zhi, or had other personal motives, only he himself knew.
Translator : Laura
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