"Alas, it's a long story. I also want to know why he suddenly became like this," she said with a hint of melancholy.
"Miss, I've been with you for so many years, how come I never knew you liked flowers so much?" Bi Xi cupped her face, looking at Ye Qingcheng with adoring eyes, which had turned into hearts.
So this guy was doing quite well in my absence.
"What do you mean? What do you mean by 'knowing I like them'?" It sounded as if she had just heard it from someone today.
"Because seven days ago, the Prince sent someone back to tell Old Steward Gao that when the Prince and Princess returned, a 'Flower Appreciation Banquet' would be held to invite all the high officials and dignitaries' wives and daughters in the capital, including the wives and daughters of wealthy merchants. Anyone who is well-known in the capital is welcome." Bi Xi said with wide-eyed adoration about the news that greatly surprised Ye Qingcheng.
"I don't know anything about this?" To secretly proceed without my knowledge! Is this a surprise for me?
Seeing her mistress immersed in the joy of knowing the news, Bi Xi thoughtfully helped Ye Qingcheng to her room to rest. Before leaving, she reminded her, "Miss, please tidy yourself up. The chef should have prepared the meal, and you can dine when you come over." She wet a towel, the water warm, wrung it out, and placed it in Ye Qingcheng's hand. She then bowed respectfully and retreated, closing the door.
"Bang" the sound of the door closing.
"Oh my god, this scenario feels so much like a way to pursue a girl." Her voice was still filled with shock.
"Host, do you still want to deceive yourself?" San San was speechless. Of the two of them, one has finally opened up, but why is the other one still so dense?
"Me? Am I deceiving myself? Deceiving what?" She couldn't understand San San's implied meaning.
"Did you never date in your modern society?"
She had hit the nail on the head. Ye Qingcheng had indeed never dated in modern times. Her so-called first love was when the person confessed to her just as the apocalypse was arriving. She had never pursued anyone. And the timing of that person's confession was very "melodramatic."
At that time, Ye Qingcheng, with her outstanding medical skills, was ordered by her superiors to go to a military base to treat the injured soldiers and surviving officials. Her first love was the captain of the "Falcon" special forces team. During the evacuation of the hospital, they were ambushed by mutated zombies from inside and outside the high walls, with their fighting strength greatly depleted. To protect Ye Qingcheng, who possessed such excellent medical skills, he chose to be a decoy alone. Only his abilities could buy more time for their evacuation.
"I've liked you for a long time. I wasn't going to let you know, but now, if I don't say it, I fear I'll never have the chance to see you again." His eyes held an unprecedented tenderness, wanting to touch the person before him, but unfortunately, his hands were full of weapons, all for the sake of protecting his beloved.
She wanted to ask more questions, but she was pulled away by the soldiers behind her. The captain had already given the order not to let her down. The soldiers, who were usually accustomed to the bloodshed, could not bear to watch the captain charge alone into the sea of corpses.
Memories flooded back, and the person in her memory overlapped with the aloof Xiao Wangye.
So, it was indeed possible to remember someone so clearly.
At the dining table, Ye Qingcheng specifically asked Xiao Wangye, "When is your Prince returning?" It was already noon, and she hadn't stayed at an inn last night, so her rest wasn't very good.
"Replying to the Princess, the Prince just sent someone back. He's busy with state affairs and won't be back until the evening."
"Is the chef leaving tonight?"
"Replying to the Princess, yes. The Prince only arranged for him to handle half a day's work." The old steward was still very respectful towards the young Princess.
"Tell the chef to make tonight's dinner before he leaves." Ye Qingcheng, while eating the delicious food, also wanted to show some consideration for her "sugar daddy."
The old steward understood the meaning in her words clearly. With a knowing smile, he bowed and retreated. The Prince and Princess's relationship was getting better and better.
After dinner, Ye Qingcheng was pulled by Bi Xi to the bathroom for a bath. Bi Xi didn't forget to praise the Prince's thoughtfulness, "Miss, this was specially arranged by the Prince for me. He said Miss has been traveling and needs to relax properly before sleeping."
The Prince's mansion had, at some point, acquired a super-sized bathtub, large enough to soak in. At this moment, Bi Xi massaged her while telling her how good the Prince was to her.
"Miss, when we first arrived at the Prince's mansion, the Prince's attitude towards us was such that I thought we would be like this forever," Bi Xi said with some emotion, recalling the past.
"Mmm, I also thought I would be a resentful woman stuck in my chambers forever." She said absentmindedly, looking at the red rose petals floating in the bathtub.
Seeing her mistress looking a bit dazed, Bi Xi chuckled and continued, "Miss, have you ever thought about having a little Prince?" she asked tentatively.
"What?" Ye Qingcheng was so startled that she suddenly turned around and stared at Bi Xi, her eyes fixed on her as if asking if she was joking.
"Oh, Miss, don't be shy. Think about it, both the Prince and your appearances are so outstanding. The little Prince born would surely be very lovable." Bi Xi's adoring face reappeared. If there were a little Prince, she would certainly take good care of him with all her heart.
"Don't joke about it. We won't develop to that point." A bitter smile, unlike any she had shown before, appeared on her face. She didn't know, but Bi Xi could see it clearly.
She knew her mistress was just saying one thing and meaning another.
Changing the subject, she continued to chat with her, "Miss, has the Prince's leg almost healed?"
"You reminded me of that. If Xiao Wangye returns very late tonight, what about the acupuncture?" She picked up the bath towel placed beside her and put it on carelessly. "Go and ask the old steward to send someone to inquire if he can return earlier tonight. If not, I won't wait for him."
Bi Xi quickly picked up the bath towel beside her and began to dry Ye Qingcheng's hair, afraid she would catch a chill. "Yes, Miss, I know. Hold the towel and remember to dry your hair." Even though she was in a hurry to complete the task assigned by her mistress, she did not forget to remind her.
Inside the imperial palace, in the Hall of State.
The young Emperor sat on the dragon throne, using the sleeve of his dragon robe, completed by hundreds of embroiderers, to awkwardly wipe the fine sweat from his forehead. His lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes pleaded with the Regent King beside the dragon throne, hoping he would speak up and stop the farce in court.
In the hall, the officials, who were usually majestic in front of the people, including the Prime Minister, who was nearly seventy years old, were all red-faced in their arguments. The hall was bustling, like a marketplace. This scene had continued for two hours, completely disregarding the dinner time. The young Emperor and the Regent King endured the hunger along with them.