Phi-Fic Chapter 166 Trying on Wedding Attire
Chapter 166 Trying on Wedding Attire
The boudoir of the Marquis of Yongning's residence was brightly lit by candlelight.
Su Yaoyao is trying on her wedding dress.
The bright red wedding dress was layered, with a phoenix embroidered in gold thread, its wings spread as if about to take flight.
Her waist was tightly cinched, accentuating her slender figure and full breasts. The neckline was slightly open, revealing a section of her fair neck.
Su Yaoyao looked at herself in the mirror and felt a little dazed.
Just as I was admiring myself, the window sill suddenly rattled.
Su Yaoyao raised an eyebrow, a slight smile appearing on her lips.
Didn't we agree not to meet before the wedding? Why did you climb through the window again?
The letters this person has been writing these past few days have become increasingly explicit, with things like "I'm going crazy thinking about you" and "I wish I could snatch you back to the Eastern Palace right now."
She deliberately didn't turn around, striking a seductive pose, her voice soft and gentle:
Am I beautiful?
The person behind him paused.
Then, a faint voice came:
"Beautiful. Very beautiful."
Su Yaoyao's smile froze on her face.
That sound...
She turned around abruptly.
A figure in crimson purple stood quietly by the window.
He Qing leaned against the window frame, the moonlight shining in from behind him, gilding his bewitching face with a silvery edge.
He was still dressed in loose, luxurious clothes, his long hair flowing freely, and the crimson beauty mark at the corner of his eye was particularly striking in the dim candlelight.
Those peach blossom eyes were looking at her, their gaze slowly moving from her face to her wedding dress, and then back to her face.
It contains stunning beauty, tenderness, and a hint of pain that is being suppressed...
Su Yaoyao was stunned.
"Why is it you?" She instinctively tugged at her clothes. "How did you get in?"
He Qing raised an eyebrow.
"Climb out the window."
Su Yaoyao: "..."
"You've been corrupted by Xiao Chenyuan."
He Qing smiled, a smile tinged with helplessness and bitterness.
"Do I even need to learn this from him?"
Su Yaoyao was too lazy to argue with him.
What are you doing here?
He Qing withdrew his gaze, twitched the corners of his mouth, and once again adopted that carefree and nonchalant demeanor.
"To deliver gifts to the bride."
Su Yaoyao frowned.
"Didn't you just deliver ten truckloads?" she asked, remembering the mountains of treasures.
"The princess is very generous."
"Who told you to be my master?" He Qing's smile held a hint of helplessness and self-mockery. "It's only right."
He paused, then took a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and placed it on the table by the window.
"But what I'm delivering today isn't a treasure," he said. "It's the antidote."
Su Yaoyao was taken aback.
"What antidote?"
He Qing looked at her with a complicated expression.
"The medication in your body," he said. "There's one more time."
She remembered the so-called "Liang Kingdom's secret medicine," and that Xiao Chenyuan had said it would take effect three times. The first two times had passed, but the third time…
He paused.
"sorry."
Su Yaoyao looked at him.
He stood in the candlelight, his features still dashing, but beneath that smile, there was clearly a hint of guilt.
"It's not your fault," she said.
He Qing was stunned for a moment.
Su Yaoyao carefully put the porcelain bottle away.
"Can this... be solved?"
He Qing nodded.
"The antidote has long been lost. This is the antidote pill I found. There's only one left, so it should be useful. Remember to take it with you."
"After all, once that drug takes effect... it can be very troublesome."
Su Yaoyao remained silent for a moment.
"Why are you giving it to me now?"
"You knew I would have a meltdown, so why did you only give it to me now?"
He Qing shifted her gaze to the moonlight outside the window.
"Because..." he paused, his voice very soft, "even if I had given it to you before, you wouldn't have believed me."
Su Yaoyao felt a pang of sadness.
She recalled what Heqing had done these past few days—protecting her from arrows, giving her the jade pendant, and sending her those treasures.
He has always been there.
She just never gave it a second glance.
"Heqing," she began.
"You gave it to me, but what about yourself?"
He Qing was stunned for a moment.
He looked into her eyes, where he saw doubt, concern, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"You... care about me?"
Su Yaoyao frowned.
"I'm asking you a question."
He Qing smiled, a faint smile, but more genuine than ever before.
"I'm fine. I have my own way of dealing with my own poison."
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Su Yaoyao's heart.
"If you give me this antidote, what will you do next time it flares up?"
He Qing's smile contained tenderness, relief, and a hint of something indescribable... resolve.
"Master," he whispered, "this is the only thing I can do for you."
Su Yaoyao was stunned.
He Qing walked up to her and looked down at her.
Close at hand.
In those peach blossom eyes, there was no frivolity, no flirtatiousness, only a deep and unfathomable seriousness.
"I can't protect you for a lifetime," he said, "but at least I can protect you as a safe and secure bride."
He paused.
"I can't come to your wedding. Consider this antidote as a dowry for you."
Su Yaoyao looked at him, unsure of what to say.
After a long silence, she finally spoke.
"He Qing..."
"Stop talking." He Qing interrupted her, took a step back, and put on that nonchalant smile again.
"If you keep nagging, I'll ask for a reward."
Su Yaoyao glared at him.
He Qing smiled and waved his hand, then turned and walked towards the window.
He walked to the window and suddenly stopped.
"Owner."
"Um?"
He Qing did not turn around.
"You look so beautiful in your wedding dress," he said.
Su Yaoyao felt a pang of sadness.
"He Qing..."
"Alright," He Qing interrupted her, "I should go."
He turned around, preparing to climb out the window.
Su Yaoyao called out to him.
"He Qing".
He turned around.
Su Yaoyao looked at him and said earnestly,
"Thanks."
He Qing was stunned for a moment.
"You're welcome," he said softly. "I told you, I did it willingly."
A slight noise suddenly came from outside the window.
He Qing's expression changed.
"Someone's coming," he said, retreating towards the window.
Su Yaoyao heard it too—it was footsteps, familiar footsteps.
Xiao Chenyuan.
He Qing could tell too.
He glanced at Su Yaoyao, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Your Highness has arrived," he said. "I'm leaving."
Su Yaoyao glared at him.
"Hurry up!"
He Qing flipped over and jumped onto the windowsill, glancing back at her before leaving.
"Master, happy wedding."
After saying that, he disappeared into the night.
Before Su Yaoyao could even breathe a sigh of relief, the door was pushed open.
Xiao Chenyuan stood at the door, dressed in a black brocade robe, his brows and eyes cold and aloof.
His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Su Yaoyao.
That bright red wedding dress was breathtakingly beautiful in the candlelight.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
"Graceful".
Su Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.
"Your Highness, what brings you here?"
Xiao Chenyuan walked in and closed the door behind him.
"I missed you," he said, his gaze fixed on her face.
Su Yaoyao blushed.
"Isn't it said that meeting before marriage is unlucky?"
Xiao Chenyuan walked up to her, looked down at her,
"I'll go crazy if I don't see you again..." he said.
He reached out and gently stroked her face.
Su Yaoyao's heart raced as he stared at her, but then she suddenly remembered something.
"Your Highness," she blinked, "did you see anyone when you came in?"
Xiao Chenyuan paused for a moment.
"No," he said calmly. "What's wrong?"
Su Yaoyao looked at him, secretly amused.
Keep pretending.
I clearly saw it.
But she didn't expose it.
"It's nothing," she nestled into his arms, "I was just asking."
Xiao Chenyuan put his arm around her and rested his chin on the top of her head.
The two of them just hugged each other, neither of them saying a word.
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Post station.
He Qing climbed in through the window, swaying slightly as he landed.
He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.
General Mu Yun emerged from the shadows, his brows furrowed as he looked at the man's pale face.
"Young Master, has the antidote been sent out?"
He Qing nodded.
Mu Yun remained silent for a moment.
"That antidote... is your last..."
He Qing didn't speak.
He walked to the window and looked at the lights of the Yongning Marquis's residence in the distance.
There, she must still be trying on that fiery red wedding dress.
"Mu Yun," he suddenly spoke.
"exist."
"She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress."
Mu Yun looked at him, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
"Young Master..."
He Qing smiled.
The smile was faint, as faint as moonlight, easily dissipated.
"I really want to see more."
He said softly.
Then, he slowly slid down to sit on the ground, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes.
The beauty mark at the corner of her eye was vividly bright in the moonlight.
Outside the window, the night wind blew, carrying a fallen leaf.