Chapter 184: His Royal Highness

Chapter 184

"If this is a joke, please allow me to leave, Your Highness," said Gu Ying, clenching her fists in her sleeves, preparing to knock him out if he dared to take advantage of her.

However, Li Yang did not actually make a move on her. Hearing her words, he obediently moved aside and lazily raised his eyebrows, generously making way.

Gu Ying lowered her eyes, not wanting to stay in this man's presence for a moment longer. She left without looking back.

Li Yang turned and watched the woman's retreating figure. In his mind appeared the alluring sight of her writhing beneath him.

The image was too real...

The more he thought about it, the more parched he felt, his whole body hot.

As the son of a beloved imperial concubine, the Prince of the Eastern Lu kingdom, he could have any woman he wanted with a little patient hunting.

If it wasn't for Jiang Yin repeatedly reminding him before entering the palace not to disrupt the plan, he would have pressed Gu Ying down today to steal a kiss. Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

Avoiding Prince Shu, Gu Ying's eyebrows were knotted into a little mountain.

In her previous life, she had no connection with Prince Shu at all. Why was Prince Shu interested in her in this life?

"My lady, I'm afraid we'll have to tell His Highness the Heir about this..." said Yin Lan worriedly. "Prince Shu does not seem like a good man."

What was most worrying was the sense of entitlement Prince Shu had towards her lady.

Gu Ying sighed and said helplessly, "I know."

Prince Shu was indeed troublesome... Fortunately, with Adu around, no matter how arrogant Prince Shu was, he could not just seize another man's wife.

"Yin Lan, you and Yanzhi stay here and secretly keep an eye on Huo Qiyen, don't let her make trouble. I'll go and come back soon."

Yanzhi pursed her lips worriedly. "My lady, where are you going?"

The corners of Gu Ying's lips turned up. "Be good. I'm just going for a walk to clear my mind. I'll be back soon."

She had something important to do today, so she let Yin Lan and Yanzhi stay in the imperial garden to attract others' attention. She took the opportunity to head towards where Ning Si was.

Ning Si was the precious eldest daughter of the prestigious Ning family, gentle and delicate, a typical young lady from a good family - gentle, kind, modest and virtuous.

At this moment, however, she was being bullied by two unnamed young noblewomen under a rockery not far from the Chifeng Palace.

Ning Si's face and hair were covered with snow. Although she had a thick cloak on, her little face was still stiff and cold, exuding an icy chill.

"Lady Ning, are you alright?"

Too weak to stand, Ning Si leaned against Gu Ying, her long eyelashes as thin as cicada wings fluttering weakly. She looked very frail. "Gu..."

"Call me Little Ying," said Gu Ying. Feeling Ning Si's burning hot hands, she realized Ning Si had a high fever. "Are you sick?"

Flushed and glassy-eyed, Ning Si twisted her slender, willowy brows in pain. Her body went limp and she collapsed into Gu Ying's arms.

As capable as Gu Ying was, she was still just a woman. It was difficult for her to carry such a big person.

"Lady Ning, Lady Ning?" She held onto Ning Si's shoulders, about to pull her up.

A sickly pale, big hand suddenly stretched out from the wind and snow before her. "Let me."

The man's voice was low and mellow, like muffled drum beats - not very loud yet serenely dignified.

He bent down to pick Ning Si up. His thin arms held her legs tightly. It seemed to require some effort, his finger joints turning white from exertion.

Gu Ying recognized his identity but hesitated to speak.

The man didn't say anything either, just gave a few coughs, his neck muscles tightening as he swallowed hard. He stood still for a while to catch his breath before slowly walking towards the Chifeng Palace with Ning Si in his arms.

Under the palace eaves stood a fat little eunuch, eyes brimming with tears, looking at the thin back of the departing man with heartache. "Your Highness..."

"Wait outside."

"Yes..."

The Chifeng Palace was exceptionally bleak.

After Gu Ying entered, she realized that in the vast palace hall, only one brazier was burning. Icy winds swirled around the four corners. Outside, goose feather-like snow danced wildly amidst strong gusts. The entire palace was freezing, with only that brazier giving off a hint of warmth.

She watched as he placed Ning Si on the wooden couch inside. Seeing him laboriously moving the brazier, she couldn't bear it and wanted to step forward to help.

"So even you see me as useless, don't you?"

The man turned his head. His sharp features were sickly pale. His lips were light-colored - clearly someone who had been ill for a long time.