When the guards realized what was happening, they imdiately looked down, eyes fixed on their shoes, pretending they hadn’t heard anything.
But as for the Imperial Physician, he couldn’t just pretend nothing was heard, could he? Yet, he couldn’t actually take the Crown Prince’s pulse to check for any hidden ailnts!
For a mont, the Imperial Physician was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, sweating profusely, completely at a loss.
The atmosphere was tense when Lin Yanran arrived.
With gentle steps, she gracefully approached the Crown Prince, her figure swaying like a willow in the wind. As she reached him, she bowed gracefully, her gaze shy, "Yanran greets the Crown Prince."
"No need for such courtesy, Yan’er. I heard from Ning’er that you were unwell, are you feeling better?"
Cared for so gently by the Crown Prince, Lin Yanran couldn’t help but feel joy in her heart, "Thank you for your concern, Crown Prince. It’s just that I caught a chill from the wind and have been dizzy these past few days, but it’s nothing serious. You needn’t worry, Your Highness."
"If that’s the case, you should stay indoors more, as it’s quite windy outside. Be careful not to worsen the illness. If there’s nothing else, Yan’er should return to rest early."
The Crown Prince kindly had his n escort her back.
But Lin Yanran didn’t feel delighted at all, instead, she was quite disappointed.
Even though they were now both in Qishan, was he truly busy, or was he deliberately avoiding her? The number of tis she had seen him was scarce.
Now, they finally t, but before they could exchange a few words, he was already sending her away?
However, fortunately, she had co prepared!
Lin Yanran curtsied to the Crown Prince, speaking softly, "Crown Prince, my brother hunted a White Tiger skin the other day, and I thought of making a cloak for you to keep warm, but... it needs your asurents..."
As she reached this point, Lin Yanran’s cheeks were already flushed, shyly lowering her head, twisting her handkerchief nervously asking, "Crown Prince... will you co with , or should I go to your tent?"
Nangong Jue slightly lowered his gaze, looking at the bashful and hopeful Lin Yanran. A flicker of impatience and annoyance flashed in his eyes, but his voice remained gentle, "I have so matters to attend to right now. I’ll send soone to give you the asurents later."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yanran’s anticipation and delight turned into disappointnt, yet she wasn’t willing to give up, "Your Highness, are the matters urgent? asuring only takes a mont, how about..."
Originally, Lin Yanran was about to say, ’How about just doing it here,’ but seeing Nangong Jue frowning slightly, she instinctively held her tongue.
He is the honorable Crown Prince, and it wouldn’t be appropriate here. Besides, she didn’t want to go against him and annoy him.
"Then Yanran will take her leave. Please, Your Highness, continue with your work!"
Nangong Jue smiled at her warmly, "Hmm, I’ll have soone send it to you later. Rest well, there’s no rush for the cloak, don’t tire yourself out."
Lin Yanran’s heart, initially filled with disappointnt and lancholy, rippled once more because of this sentence, with a smile naturally growing at the corner of her mouth, "Yanran understands!"
Nangong Jue nodded, then turned to Nangong Mo, "Ninth brother, I have matters to attend to, I’ll see you tomorrow."
Nangong Mo lounged lazily against his chair, glancing at him with a cold snort, "What are you waiting for? Be on your way."
"..."
To everyone’s surprise, Nangong Jue didn’t say anything further and actually left just like that.
But Lin Yanran was displeased!
He was crippled, with no fate of gaining the throne, and now without any real power, where did he get the audacity and confidence to be so arrogant and reckless in front of the Crown Prince?
Wasn’t he just courting death?
Speaking of which, why did he resent the Crown Prince so much and show such hostility? Could it be due to envy that the Crown Prince took her away?
Thinking this way, Lin Yanran couldn’t help but lift her chin, gracefully stepping towards Nangong Mo.
"Prince Qin, is your targeting the Crown Prince because of , and your unresolved resentnt causing you to repeatedly show disrespect to the Crown Prince?"
Nangong Mo: "?"
"What are you saying?"
Lin Yanran thought Nangong Mo’s reaction was one of having his true feelings uncovered, causing a sense of pride and an indescribable complex emotion to rise within her.
If only those incidents hadn’t occurred back then, he would be the Crown Prince, and she would have smoothly married him, right?
Suppressing the inexplicable feelings in her heart, she gazed at that captivating face that could charm all the won in the world, Lin Yanran slowly began:
"I know, we once had an engagent, and I almost beca Princess Qin. But now, I am betrothed to the Crown Prince, and you must feel uncomfortable."
"However, none of this is the Crown Prince’s fault. If there’s bla, it can only be laid at the feet of fate, teasing us. Though we have destiny, we do not have the predestined bond."
"In any case, things have co to this; brooding over it is pointless and will not change anything."
"Therefore, I hope you can let go a bit, not remain fixated on the past, living in pain and tornt. Only by letting go can you find peace."
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