Phi-Fic Chapter 130: The Young Lady Who Married to Another Family VS the Disabled Prince
Chapter 130: The Young Lady Who Married to Another Family VS the Disabled Prince
Ye Zhenzhen's cheeks flushed, and the corners of her eyes were also red. Still crying, she argued with the person opposite her, "If there weren't people like Master Lu, how would you have the chance to talk to me here now? A real man can't be judged by his physical disability. You're just acting like this now, thinking that by guiding him, you appear noble. But I think otherwise. Such rude words only make you seem more ignorant and disrespectful, and even unworthy of mentioning him."
The person on the other side seemed not to have expected her to be so excited. Seeing that all eyes were focused on her, she had no choice but to stop, cursed inwardly, and hurried away with her face covered.
Ye Zhenzhen won the first battle. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and couldn't help but sigh. The original owner's cowardly character really hindered her performance.
Some words were originally full of momentum.
But when he spoke in a crying voice, it lacked some momentum.
She put the handkerchief away, took the tea brought by Qiao'er, took a sip, and then drew the flower ornaments on her eyebrows in front of the mirror.
When he noticed Lu Zhiyan looking at him, he waved and smiled sweetly at him.
"Bring me the box."
Although Zimu didn't understand what the prince was going to do, he still took the wooden box as he was told.
When he turned back, Ye Zhenzhen was already standing next to the master's carriage. He bowed to Ye Zhenzhen and said, "Miss Ye, long time no see."
After saying that, he looked at his master again, "Sir, the wooden box is here."
Lu Zhiyan reached out to open the wooden box, picked up a gilded hairpin but put it down again, and instead took out a jet-black handkerchief and handed it to Ye Zhenzhen.
"This handkerchief is made of silk. Miss Ye is a natural tearful woman, so I'm giving it to you. It dries up very quickly when it comes into contact with water. It's excellent."
Zimu nodded at Ye Zhenzhen after hearing this and said, "Miss Ye is so lucky. The things in this wooden box were obtained by the prince at great expense. Each one is a priceless treasure."
After Ye Zhenzhen heard what he said, she reached out to take the handkerchief, looked at it carefully, and then smiled.
"Your Highness thought I was a tearful person and that annoyed him. That's why he gave me this handkerchief. Since it's such a kind gesture from your Highness, I'm overjoyed. This is the first time I've received a gift from someone."
Lu Zhiyan's eyes, which had been calm before, suddenly changed. He looked at the woman's delighted expression and immediately regretted his harshness. "This token is for you as well. If you ever encounter trouble or want something in the future, just bring the jade token to the Prince's Mansion. This Prince will grant you a wish."
"really?"
Ye Zhenzhen didn't expect to receive such an unexpected gift, and she put the jade pendant away as if it were a treasure.
Seeing that she had put it away, Lu Zhiyan closed the curtain and closed his eyes to rest. "Miss Ye, I am tired. You can enjoy yourself."
"Your Majesty, please retire."
Ye Zhenzhen's voice gradually disappeared from Lu Zhiyan's ears, but those words were like a devil's voice, echoing in his ears for a long time and never dissipated.
After Ye Zhenzhen walked away, Ziyang also returned to the carriage, hesitant to speak: "Master, actually, this girl from the Lu family is quite good. She's just a little soft-tempered, but at least she truly protects you. General, your subordinates saw her cry. With her character, she's willing to put down her dignity and argue with others in public. It's really rare."
"The peach tree is young and lush, its leaves dense and luxuriant. The girl is getting married, and she is suitable for her family. The person who named her must have hoped that she would have a good life. Why should someone like me delay the girl's life? Wouldn't that be a waste of God's gift?"
"Sir..."
Zi Yang's voice suddenly became hoarse.
He went to the battlefield with the prince. The prince used to be very powerful. He could ride alone on a horse and go straight into the enemy camp to take the head of the enemy leader.
But ever since the prince's legs became disabled, the light in his eyes has never turned cold again, and when he gets mean, he even doesn't spare himself.
Lu Zhiyan leaned back and found the most comfortable position to lie down. "Go ahead. There are people playing pitching pots and polo in the field ahead."
"I won't go. I'll accompany the master. Let Ziye go."
Zi Yang naturally wouldn't leave Lu Zhiyan here alone. His eyes inadvertently fell on Lu Zhiyan's legs, and there was discomfort in his eyes.
"Ah."
Lu Zhiyan concealed the disappointment in his eyes, closed his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep.
The banquet hosted by Princess Qingyang was naturally not too small, especially the pitching pot venue, which attracted many housekeepers.
The sport of pitching pots requires little skill or difficulty, and is more popular with girls than polo. A group of girls dressed in red and green stood under a large tree, playing with their arrows, accompanied by the winter jasmine flowers on the branches, creating a beautiful scene.
Ye Zhenzhen hadn't originally wanted to play pot-tossing. She was just thinking about how to conquer Lu Zhiyan. By chance, she looked up and saw some particularly beautiful forsythia flowers on a branch, so she took Qiao'er to pick some. Su Wan'er, the official lady who had previously been at odds with Ye Zhenzhen, happened to see this scene. She came over with Jianyu, a pot-tossing tool, and called out to her, "Hey, Ye Jiaoqing, what are you doing here?" Ye Zhenzhen frowned. The nickname made her uncomfortable. Although the original owner had a softer personality, there was no need to bully her like this. She stopped reaching for the flowers on the branch and said, "It has nothing to do with you."
Su Wan'er chuckled: "Tsk tsk, look, the eldest daughter of the Ye family is about to cry again. We have seen a lot of your pretending to be pitiful, it's useless."
"Miss Su, Zhenzhen doesn't know where she's offended you, but you've been putting her in such a difficult position time and time again. Just because Zhenzhen argued with you a while ago, are you going to keep pursuing her like this? Besides, Zhenzhen believes that your private comments and curses about the Crown Prince are wrong. Don't you allow me, a minister, to defend the Crown Prince, and those like him who have devoted their lives to the country?"
Ye Zhenzhen said, her eyes red as she took a step towards Su Wan'er: "If Miss Su insists that what Zhenzhen said is untrue, why don't we have another argument?"
"Oh, I didn't expect Miss Ye to become so sharp-tongued after not seeing her for a few days. How could I have ever disrespected the prince? But Miss Ye, if you dare, how about we have a game of pitching pots?"
Su Wan'er said this, looking at Ye Zhenzhen provocatively.
Qiao'er thought it was over. Her delicate and timid daughter usually stayed in the yard embroidering and reading. She usually never left the house. How could she learn such a thing?
She reached out and tugged at Ye Zhenzhen's sleeve, lowering her voice anxiously and saying, "It's over, it's over. Miss, you don't know anything about this stuff on a normal day. What should I do?"
Su Wan'er took in all of Qiao'er's little movements. She had already made up her mind that the other party didn't know how to play tossing pots, or at least had a poor memory.
Ye Zhenzhen's grip was wrong, and the smug look on her face was even more pronounced. She teased, "Miss Ye, you're not afraid to fight me, are you?"