What Bad Intentions can the Yandere Crown Prince have?-Chapter 243 - 239: Of Course I Love Ah Xiao the Most
"What’s wrong again?" Mo Huan saw her halt, feeling as if he had just jumped off a mountain.
"We left in a hurry. Can you go back and check on Yingying?" Tang Xiaobai said.
Mo Huan yanked his hair: "She’ll be fine! She obviously looks like a well-trained guard; she can’t be defeated by a small setback like this!"
Tang Xiaobai uttered an "oh," scrutinized him, and asked, "Mo Huan, how old are you?"
"Twenty," Mo Huan responded patiently.
Miss Tang shook her head: "Still young, see how composed your brother is."
Mo Huan was stunned, momentarily unable to gather his thoughts. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
"Don’t worry, I’ll explain it clearly for you." With that, the young lady finally left.
Only then did Mo Huan find his voice again: "I am young... My brother and I are twins..."
...
Tang Xiaobai actually didn’t know what to say to the Little Ancestor Chao, so she just pulled Mo Huan over to randomly chat.
But people have to face reality, so she trudged slowly towards the Little Ancestor.
He was sitting on a stone, one leg bent resting on the rock, while the other stretched out, long and straight. His boot seemed even longer than her calf.
Tang Xiaobai looked on, feeling somewhat dazed.
It still seemed like the boy she had watched grow up, yet somehow, he wasn’t.
She remembered the scene of him riding a horse towards her that day, clothed in Xuan Yi, gallant and dashing, a breathtaking sight she hadn’t even encountered in her past life or dream.
If it were someone else, she might have sunk without hesitation.
But why did it have to be him?
Tang Xiaobai couldn’t help but sigh softly and continued approaching him.
The young man was lowering his head, carving a piece of wood with a dagger, without looking up.
"Ahem ahem!"
He still didn’t look up.
"Ah Xiao?"
Continued carving the wood.
The stone was a bit small, making it impossible to sit beside him, so Tang Xiaobai squatted down next to him and looked up at him: "Ah Xiao?"
The young man’s gaze shied away, lips pursed, and he continued to focus on carving the wood.
Tang Xiaobai turned her attention to the wood: "What are you carving this for?"
Still ignored.
Tang Xiaobai cupped her cheeks and looked at him, eyes glimmering, suddenly smiling at him: "Ah Xiao Brother!"
His movements paused, and he finally looked up at her.
His eyes were very dark, pitch black, but as he glanced up, a ray of twilight swept past, lighting them up suddenly.
But it only glowed for a second.
Because he only glanced at her and then lowered his gaze, continuing to carve the wood.
Tang Xiaobai felt a little discouraged: "If you don’t pay attention to me, I’ll leave, okay?"
As soon as she finished speaking, he stopped carving again and looked up at her: "Looking for me for something?" He paused slightly, "I can’t pick the flowers on the cliff."
Tang Xiaobai chuckled: "I just wanted to witness Mo Huan’s Qinggong. I don’t need cliff-side flowers."
He didn’t speak, his expression unchanged, but the aura surrounding him noticeably eased quite a bit.
"Don’t be mad anymore." Tang Xiaobai poked his arm.
Hmm... so hard...
"Not mad," he muttered sullenly, still holding the wood and dagger, seemingly ready to continue carving if the conversation goes awry.
Tang Xiaobai tugged on his sleeve: "Stop carving. It’s still early. Shall we go by the river to watch the sunset?"
Li Mu looked at the sleeve she held and wanted to pull it back.
Thought about it for a while, then finally put down the dagger and wood.
...
Today, they happened to pass by a village, so they stopped a bit earlier than usual.
By the river, the sunset was casting its glow across the water, the sound of chirping water, peaceful and serene.
The river was the Yellow River.
They had been traveling upstream along the Yellow River all the way, but reaching this point, they were close to the source, the water crystal clear and slow, so different from the gushing yellow torrent downstream.
"Do you remember ’Mulan Ci’?" Tang Xiaobai suddenly asked.
They had read it together.
Li Mu nodded, knowing which lines she meant: "At dawn, she leaves her parents, at dusk, she rests by the Yellow River. She doesn’t hear her parents calling, only hears the flowing Yellow River’s splashes."
Whenever she read this part, she was always moved to tears.
Now, he read it for her, and her eyes still became wet.
He didn’t know why she cried at this verse back then, but now it seemed quite fitting.
Li Mu hesitated, looked at her, raised his arm gently, placing it on her shoulder briefly before lowering it again.
Tang Xiaobai turned to look at him.
The sunset, like gold, cast upon his handsome side profile, strikingly moving.
"Ah Xiao..."
He softly replied, "Hmm."
"I... I once had a dream..." she suddenly wanted to speak.
"I dreamt that in the fourteenth year of Taixing, my father and brother went missing on the battlefield and never returned..."
"I dreamt Duke Yan Mansion perished, and my sister died too..."
"No!" Li Mu interrupted her, "We’ll soon reunite with your brother, and Duke Yan won’t face any mishaps—"
His voice was cold and indifferent, but every word seemed imbued with burning warmth.
"As long as I live, Duke Yan Mansion will endure one more day!"
Tang Xiaobai let out a chuckle, grabbed his coat hem, and whispered: "Ah Xiao, seeing you that day made me so happy," she paused slightly, "You don’t need to mimic others, you’re already so gentle."
"Everyone’s gentleness is unique; some are gentle and humble in action and words, but Ah Xiao’s gentleness—" She saw his other hand, almost nervously clenching, felt his gaze upon her hair top, carrying a hint of urge and hope, suddenly finding it both amusing and touching.
She looked up at him.
He quickly shifted his face, pretending not to have looked at her earlier, while the tips of his ears quietly turned red.
Tang Xiaobai’s eyes curved in laughter: "Ah Xiao’s gentleness, it’s in my heart."
Wenren Jia is courteous and kind to everyone, and Tang Xiaobai never felt she was special.
But her Little Ancestor was different; he was good only to her, so evidently biased, so unmistakably.
He placed her at the center of his heart, unique.
Who wouldn’t like being cherished like this?
"Last time you asked me whom I liked the most—"
"Of course... I like Ah Xiao the most!"
He suddenly turned to look at her, as if his lips were about to curve up, but then being restrained, they looked as if they’d twitch, appearing quite hilarious.
Tang Xiaobai giggled and stood on her toes to pull his lips: "If you want to laugh, just laugh!"
He was very obedient, standing still, not dodging at all, allowing her to pull his smile wide into an even more amusing expression.
Tang Xiaobai watched for a while, couldn’t help but burst out laughing, releasing the hand that was teasing his face.
But after letting go, his lips remained lifted high, seemingly set at this height, neither wanting nor able to return.
"I... like you the most too..." he said softly.
...
In the distance, Mo Huan muttered while tearing apart the flowers he’d just picked from the cliff, "Look at our Second Miss, how adept she is at charming people! Got the Young Master wrapped around her finger!"
Mo Ji didn’t answer.
He gazed towards the Northwest, his expression growing stern: "Someone’s coming!"
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Been getting sappy lately, haven’t we? Let’s focus on serious matters in the next Chapter?
