Zhao Changdu held Gu Ying and returned to her courtyard. As soon as he pushed open the door, that rouge powder girl Yanzhi rushed up.
"Miss! Ah, ah, ah, you are..."
"The prince?!"
Zhao Changdu gave her a cold glance, and Yanzhi stopped in her tracks and shut her mouth.
Her small face was embarrassed for a moment, and she pointed at the young lady in the man's arms and stammered, "Prince, our young lady, what happened to her face?"
Why is it so red?
It wasn't like this when she went out earlier. It's just been the time it takes to eat a meal, how did she become like this?
Zhao Changdu didn't say anything else, just extremely coldly said, "Get out."
Yanzhi wanted to speak but stopped. Since her young lady was in the prince's arms...
The corners of her mouth curved up. Ah, then there's nothing else!
She quickly chose to disappear.
Before disappearing, she very understandingly closed the door to the main room.
Looking at the tightly shut door, Zhao Changdu smiled helplessly and placed the woman in his arms on her embroidered bed. He sat at the edge of the bed, letting the little girl clutch his big hand. "How are you feeling now?"
"Everything else is fine..." She breathed with difficulty for a while, trying hard to maintain her senses, "Just feeling a little uncomfortable."
Zhao Changdu's deep gaze lowered, looking at the red stain on her skirt. "The wound on your leg..."
Gu Ying smiled weakly, "Thank you for the prince's concern. It doesn't hurt..."
She said it didn't hurt, but the cold sweat on her forehead betrayed her.
She was enduring the pain and discomfort. After a while, she was already muddleheaded.
Her complexion was gradually flushed, making her peach-like little face even more exquisite.
Really unable to endure it, Gu Ying grabbed his sturdy and powerful big hand with one hand, and her long curly eyelashes quivered rapidly. With the other hand, she firmly pressed the wound on her thigh, only by pressing on the pain could she preserve her sanity.
Zhao Changdu's deep eyes seemed like a big net, tightly ensnaring her within.
At this time, Gu Ying seemed to have lost her mind, with wet glistening eyes blinking at him.
Zhao Changdu's lips tightened: "..."
He saw himself as an honorable gentleman, and wanted to follow convention and wait until after marriage to consummate their relationship.
So at this moment, no matter how alluring she was, he was unwilling to touch her.
But Gu Ying whimpered, "Water..."
In her daze, she only felt a familiar figure swaying in front of her.
Not knowing where the strength and courage came from, Gu Ying got up from the bed and randomly reached out.
A soft fragrance hit her. Zhao Changdu's eyes flashed hotly, and his big hand grasped her slender waist. His Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Gu Ying, do you know what you're doing?"
"Water..."
Over and over just this one word.
The people outside had all been dismissed by now. It was even more impossible to call someone to find water for her in this state.
Zhao Changdu's gaze was frighteningly deep. His five fingers exerted force.
The woman's eyes brimmed with tears, her red lips pouted, "It hurts."
Zhao Changdu felt this was funny, "I didn't even touch your wound."
He clearly hadn't done anything.
She really...was beyond his control.
Her soft fragrance and tender body were in his arms, and the scent of her sweetness was at his neck.
If Zhao Changdu could still sit there unmoved, then he wouldn't be a normal man.
His face showed a look of forced restraint. Raising his hand, he stroked the woman's sweaty hair. His big hand held her flushed crimson face, staring fixedly into her watery eyes. His voice was hoarse, "Gu Ying, will you regret this?"
Gu Ying blankly had no idea what the beautiful person in front of her was saying.
She only hazily saw a pair of sexy lips open and close.
She swallowed and leaned in.
"Prince..."
At that moment, it was like something exploded in her head.
Zhao Changdu narrowed his jet black eyes and restrained himself no longer.
"Gu Ying, I will take responsibility for you."
Husband and wife becoming one flesh, this was only proper.
Outside the window, heavy snow fluttered down into the yard, making a rustling sound...
...
Huai An was almost talked dry in the front hall.
Finally sitting in a chair, staring at Gu Old Madam and her group of female relatives. He couldn't get half a word out.
He drank a large mouthful of cow's milk wine, lowered his eyes, and deliberately asked his subordinates behind him in a serious manner, "Has the prince finished with his official business?"
"Replying to Lord Huai An, the prince is...still busy."
Huai An's mouth twitched, unable to help but gasp: "..."
What was the prince doing?
That Miss Gu was still an unmarried young lady. Delicate and weak, could she...take it?
Forget Old Madam Gu being impatient, even he couldn't drag this on any longer!
Don't tell me the prince finally blossomed in his old age, was indulging himself, and forgot about today's proper business!
"Cough cough!" He had no way to keep stalling since Old Madam Gu looked about ready to explode. He could only stand up and say, "It seems I will have to go personally ask the prince how his official business is coming along."
After speaking, under Old Madam Gu's suspicious gaze, just as he was about to slip away, he suddenly saw a familiar tall figure leisurely walking in through the door.
Huai An immediately stopped, smiling from ear to ear, "Sir, you're finally here!"
Hearing that the prince had come, Old Madam Gu and the others busily stood up with the help of maidservants and looked out the door.
Dusk had completely fallen, and the daylight had thoroughly darkened.
Old Madam Gu hurriedly told Mrs. Liu to arrange for the servants to light the lamps.
The front hall was soon as bright as day.
Outside, heavy snow flew.
Zhao Changdu walked in wearing a hood. He was dressed in a dark sable fur overcoat with understated gold thread embroidered unicorn patterns. It was covered by a thin layer of white snow.
Seeing the snow on this young noble's face, Old Madam Gu sternly scolded, "Foolish things, hurry and change the charcoal!"
Mrs. Liu also didn't know why, this prince was only twenty five years old, young in age but with an awe-inspiring aura.
She couldn't help nervously swallowing, "Mother, don't get angry. Daughter-in-law already sent someone."
Gu Boyan was the sole pillar of the household. At this time, he also laughed and walked to the man at the door, fawning, "Prince, such a trivial matter, how could we trouble you to come personally?"
"Marriage is a major event, not a trivial matter." Zhao Changdu strode into the hall, silently yet effortlessly drawing the attention of everyone present.
He raised the corners of his lips. His every move, from raising his hands to stepping his feet, was elegant and refined, his temperament as brilliant as a blossom.
"Madam, please rise."
"Master Gu, please rise."
The man spoke and laughed gracefully, removing his overcoat and tossing it to his personal attendant behind him. He lazily and casually sat in the seat next to the head, under Old Madam Gu's flattery.
Looking at this handsome and unparalleled Buddha, the family had various expressions.
Aunt Zhao viciously clutched Gu Shuang's little hand, wild ambition flashing in her eyes. Who didn't want their daughter to have a good future?
Although she knew it was almost impossible for a concubine's daughter to marry into the prince's household.
But who was Zhao Changdu?
He was the madman who had disregarded all opposition for Huo Qiyun's sake, a madman with power, status, and looks.
Propriety meant nothing before him.
Wang obviously also thought of this point. She desperately signaled to Gu Wan.
Zhao Changdu held Gu Ying and returned to her courtyard. As soon as he pushed open the door, that rouge powder girl Yanzhi rushed up.
"Miss! Ah, ah, ah, you are..."
"The prince?!"
Zhao Changdu gave her a cold glance, and Yanzhi stopped in her tracks and shut her mouth.
Her small face was embarrassed for a moment, and she pointed at the young lady in the man's arms and stammered, "Prince, our young lady, what happened to her face?"
Why is it so red?
It wasn't like this when she went out earlier. It's just been the time it takes to eat a meal, how did she become like this?
Zhao Changdu didn't say anything else, just extremely coldly said, "Get out."
Yanzhi wanted to speak but stopped. Since her young lady was in the prince's arms...
The corners of her mouth curved up. Ah, then there's nothing else!
She quickly chose to disappear.
Before disappearing, she very understandingly closed the door to the main room.
Looking at the tightly shut door, Zhao Changdu smiled helplessly and placed the woman in his arms on her embroidered bed. He sat at the edge of the bed, letting the little girl clutch his big hand. "How are you feeling now?"
"Everything else is fine..." She breathed with difficulty for a while, trying hard to maintain her senses, "Just feeling a little uncomfortable."
Zhao Changdu's deep gaze lowered, looking at the red stain on her skirt. "The wound on your leg..."
Gu Ying smiled weakly, "Thank you for the prince's concern. It doesn't hurt..."
She said it didn't hurt, but the cold sweat on her forehead betrayed her.
She was enduring the pain and discomfort. After a while, she was already muddleheaded.
Her complexion was gradually flushed, making her peach-like little face even more exquisite.
Really unable to endure it, Gu Ying grabbed his sturdy and powerful big hand with one hand, and her long curly eyelashes quivered rapidly. With the other hand, she firmly pressed the wound on her thigh, only by pressing on the pain could she preserve her sanity.
Zhao Changdu's deep eyes seemed like a big net, tightly ensnaring her within.
At this time, Gu Ying seemed to have lost her mind, with wet glistening eyes blinking at him.
Zhao Changdu's lips tightened: "..."
He saw himself as an honorable gentleman, and wanted to follow convention and wait until after marriage to consummate their relationship.
So at this moment, no matter how alluring she was, he was unwilling to touch her.
But Gu Ying whimpered, "Water..."
In her daze, she only felt a familiar figure swaying in front of her.
Not knowing where the strength and courage came from, Gu Ying got up from the bed and randomly reached out.
A soft fragrance hit her. Zhao Changdu's eyes flashed hotly, and his big hand grasped her slender waist. His Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Gu Ying, do you know what you're doing?"
"Water..."
Over and over just this one word.
The people outside had all been dismissed by now. It was even more impossible to call someone to find water for her in this state.
Zhao Changdu's gaze was frighteningly deep. His five fingers exerted force.
The woman's eyes brimmed with tears, her red lips pouted, "It hurts."
Zhao Changdu felt this was funny, "I didn't even touch your wound."
He clearly hadn't done anything.
She really...was beyond his control.
Her soft fragrance and tender body were in his arms, and the scent of her sweetness was at his neck.
If Zhao Changdu could still sit there unmoved, then he wouldn't be a normal man.
His face showed a look of forced restraint. Raising his hand, he stroked the woman's sweaty hair. His big hand held her flushed crimson face, staring fixedly into her watery eyes. His voice was hoarse, "Gu Ying, will you regret this?"
Gu Ying blankly had no idea what the beautiful person in front of her was saying.
She only hazily saw a pair of sexy lips open and close.
She swallowed and leaned in.
"Prince..."
At that moment, it was like something exploded in her head.
Zhao Changdu narrowed his jet black eyes and restrained himself no longer.
"Gu Ying, I will take responsibility for you."
Husband and wife becoming one flesh, this was only proper.
Outside the window, heavy snow fluttered down into the yard, making a rustling sound...
...
Huai An was almost talked dry in the front hall.
Finally sitting in a chair, staring at Gu Old Madam and her group of female relatives. He couldn't get half a word out.
He drank a large mouthful of cow's milk wine, lowered his eyes, and deliberately asked his subordinates behind him in a serious manner, "Has the prince finished with his official business?"
"Replying to Lord Huai An, the prince is...still busy."
Huai An's mouth twitched, unable to help but gasp: "..."
What was the prince doing?
That Miss Gu was still an unmarried young lady. Delicate and weak, could she...take it?
Forget Old Madam Gu being impatient, even he couldn't drag this on any longer!
Don't tell me the prince finally blossomed in his old age, was indulging himself, and forgot about today's proper business!
"Cough cough!" He had no way to keep stalling since Old Madam Gu looked about ready to explode. He could only stand up and say, "It seems I will have to go personally ask the prince how his official business is coming along."
After speaking, under Old Madam Gu's suspicious gaze, just as he was about to slip away, he suddenly saw a familiar tall figure leisurely walking in through the door.
Huai An immediately stopped, smiling from ear to ear, "Sir, you're finally here!"
Hearing that the prince had come, Old Madam Gu and the others busily stood up with the help of maidservants and looked out the door.
Dusk had completely fallen, and the daylight had thoroughly darkened.
Old Madam Gu hurriedly told Mrs. Liu to arrange for the servants to light the lamps.
The front hall was soon as bright as day.
Outside, heavy snow flew.
Zhao Changdu walked in wearing a hood. He was dressed in a dark sable fur overcoat with understated gold thread embroidered unicorn patterns. It was covered by a thin layer of white snow.
Seeing the snow on this young noble's face, Old Madam Gu sternly scolded, "Foolish things, hurry and change the charcoal!"
Mrs. Liu also didn't know why, this prince was only twenty five years old, young in age but with an awe-inspiring aura.
She couldn't help nervously swallowing, "Mother, don't get angry. Daughter-in-law already sent someone."
Gu Boyan was the sole pillar of the household. At this time, he also laughed and walked to the man at the door, fawning, "Prince, such a trivial matter, how could we trouble you to come personally?"
"Marriage is a major event, not a trivial matter." Zhao Changdu strode into the hall, silently yet effortlessly drawing the attention of everyone present.
He raised the corners of his lips. His every move, from raising his hands to stepping his feet, was elegant and refined, his temperament as brilliant as a blossom.
"Madam, please rise."
"Master Gu, please rise."
The man spoke and laughed gracefully, removing his overcoat and tossing it to his personal attendant behind him. He lazily and casually sat in the seat next to the head, under Old Madam Gu's flattery.
Looking at this handsome and unparalleled Buddha, the family had various expressions.
Aunt Zhao viciously clutched Gu Shuang's little hand, wild ambition flashing in her eyes. Who didn't want their daughter to have a good future?
Although she knew it was almost impossible for a concubine's daughter to marry into the prince's household.
But who was Zhao Changdu?
He was the madman who had disregarded all opposition for Huo Qiyun's sake, a madman with power, status, and looks.
Propriety meant nothing before him.
Wang obviously also thought of this point. She desperately signaled to Gu Wan.
