She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 77: Good girl, this is still your first time taking the initiative
Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Good girl, this is still your first time taking the initiative
It started with her taking the initiative, but then the man snatched back the reins...
Not until the air in her lungs was almost sucked dry did she pummel his chest with her fists, and only then did he release her, still seemingly unsatisfied.
The moment she was free, Yan Wanqing gasped for air.
The man, on the other hand, gazed at her moist, red lips, his eyes darkening, his voice hoarse from drinking: "Good girl, that was the first time you took the lead."
"Shut up," Yan Wanqing turned her face away, as a blush climbed up her cheeks, spreading to her earlobes.
Xiao Pingfeng curled his lips into a light smile, his voice filled with joy: "Okay, okay, we’ll just do it without talking; I know you’re shy."
Yan Wanqing: "..."
How could someone be so shameless? And this person was the Crown Prince of Dawei... it was simply unthinkable.
Unable to speak, she could only glare at him fiercely, signaling for him to shut up at once.
Having drunk wine, Xiao Pingfeng felt the chilly wind on his hot cheeks, slightly tipsy, he leaned in: "I’m tired, let’s go back and rest."
"You can go rest by yourself, I’m busy," Yan Wanqing’s mind was still preoccupied with Yan Hongzhao’s injuries, leaving her in no mood to sleep.
Seeing her reaction, Xiao Pingfeng leaned in closer, his dark eyes gleaming with a hint of dazed cuteness: "Good girl, where are you off to?"
"Why ask so many questions."
"Alright, alright, I won’t ask," Xiao Pingfeng sighed with affectionate indulgence. Pulling her back into his embrace, he held her tight: "Then I’ll wait in the room for you to come back and sleep, okay?"
Yan Wanqing frowned: "Can’t you just go back to your own Eastern Palace to sleep?"
"Of course, I can."
She raised her eyebrow in surprise, thinking he was unusually agreeable today, only to hear the next thing he said.
"Come with me back to the Eastern Palace."
Yan Wanqing’s face turned cold: "In your dreams."
"Then, I’m not going back. The bed in the Eastern Palace isn’t as soft and fragrant as yours, nor can I hold you there. I’m not going back." His tone was unexpectedly coquettish, making Yan Wanqing’s skin crawl as she quickly broke free.
"You go back first, I’ll be right there." Saying so, she stood up and ran out.
The man behind her cradled his handsome head, slanting his gaze to watch her hurried retreat, his eyes sparkling.
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Yan Wanqing stepped out into the bitterly cold wind, and Cong Ge had prepared a cloak for her, but it was to no avail, so they had no choice but to run back to the Lotus Garden.
No sooner had she returned than she realized she had forgotten to mention to the man that there was no bed available for sleeping tonight.
Her bed had been given to her youngest sister, and now the room was filled with maids and an elderly physician, clearly summoned from outside in the dead of night. Seeing one basin after another of bloody water carrying bandages being carried out by the maids, Yan Wanqing felt a surge of panic.
She hurried inside and saw her mother discussing Yan Hongzhao’s condition with the physician. Upon her arrival, Sun Qinglian quickly dabbed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Has the Crown Prince been sent away?" Sun Qinglian asked.
Yan Wanqing nodded: "He’s gone."
She looked at the faint figure behind the curtain, anxious: "How is my youngest sister?" If only Xiaoliu were here, such an injury would have been a minor issue for her.
"You were only saved back then by a Thousand-Year Ginseng, but where can we find such a rare treasure now?" As Sun Qinglian spoke, her voice choked with emotion.
Gazing at the silhouette behind the curtain, she felt a range of emotions.
Such a young girl, not yet reached maturity, and yet to suffer such an ordeal.
"I shouldn’t have taken Xiaoqi to visit our maternal home today. If I hadn’t left, that wicked woman wouldn’t have dared to harbor such thoughts," Once Sun Qinglian allowed her mind to wander to regrets, she became more distraught.
Yan Wanqing’s hand clenched tight beneath her cloak, she was determined to save her fifth sister, regardless of the cost.
"I’ll think of a way," she said as she hurried out the door into a secluded spot.
Whether Xiaoqi’s Tongren Hall had acquired any precious medicinal ingredients was uncertain, with torn muscles and fractured bones taking a hundred days to heal. Her fifth sister had endured twenty military canes, and the medicinal materials needed for her recovery would certainly be substantial. If not properly tended, she might end up with a disability...
She might become a second version of herself...
Yan Wanqing dared not to think further, "Piji, make a trip to Tongren Hall," she commanded.
Piji, who was hiding in the shadows, had seen everything. After hesitating, he replied, "Tongren Hall might not have any left either. Precious materials have already been depleted recently due to the master’s poisoning."
Yan Wanqing’s complexion darkened, "At all costs, purchase them at a high price."
"Understood."
She had to find the most foolproof method. Rare treasures from the people would inevitably end up in the major imperial families, and perhaps she could ask Xiao Pingfeng.
Yan Wanqing hesitated in her heart.
She did not want to owe him too much.
But... now was the time for her to make a decision.
Yan Wanqing turned back to run, but upon returning to the room she found it empty. The desk was bare and the fine wine had disappeared without a trace.
Gone?
She frowned slightly and turned to chase after him.
That night, she would even enter the palace if necessary to get the Thousand-Year Ginseng.
Yan Wanqing had the servants open a small door from the side entrance and walked out, looking around the empty alley.
"How could he leave so quickly..." she murmured.
"What are you poking your head around for?" Suddenly, a voice came from above her. Yan Wanqing looked up to see him sitting on the wall, holding a jug of wine, drinking amidst the cold moon and wind. The young man looked down at her with a mischievous smile. Under the moonlight, the withered branches above the wall cast vine-like shadows, ensnaring him in their embrace, causing Yan Wanqing’s heartbeat to skip half a beat for some reason.
"...Looking for you," she heard her own voice.
Xiao Pingfeng jumped down from the wall and walked toward her, "What do you need me for?"
He bent down to look into her eyes, his nose almost touching hers, and the scent of wine rushed at her. She heard him chuckle softly, "Missing me already?"
Yan Wanqing stepped back a half pace, "Be serious. My fifth sister is injured. I want to ask the Crown Prince for a Thousand-Year Ginseng."
Xiao Pingfeng considered for a moment, "It seems there is a Thousand-Year Ginseng."
Hope flared in Yan Wanqing’s heart, "Then..."
"Unfortunately, just today the Emperor gifted it to the National Master."
After Xiao Pingfeng finished, he saw Yan Wanqing deflate completely. He casually tossed the empty wine jug aside, "Let’s go."
"Where to?" Yan Wanqing asked, puzzled.
"I’m taking you to steal the ginseng from the National Master," he said with nonchalance.
Hearing his carefree voice, Yan Wanqing stared at him under the moonlight, his smile bold and unreserved, his eyes only for her. For some reason, she too curved her lips into a smile, "Alright."
She was not one to always play by the rules; after all, her master would only use that Thousand-Year Ginseng to prepare a Medicinal Pill, which would then be presented to the Emperor.
The Emperor, who had indulged in exotic delicacies, surely wouldn’t miss one Thousand-Year Ginseng.
"Then you’d better hold on tight," Xiao Pingfeng said as he scooped her up in his arms. On instinct, Yan Wanqing wrapped her arms around his neck. As he spoke, she let out a yelp, suddenly leaping across the rooftops of the Capital City. The cold wind struck her face, and though she could hardly keep her eyes open, she couldn’t help feeling an indescribable exhilaration.
