Chapter 170: Fake
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Hong Lian revealed her vulnerable side in front of Chu Yihan. “Your Highness, if I can no longer see, I’m afraid I won’t be able to manage the Silver Moon Pavilion.”
“Don’t be discouraged. 1 will write a letter and instruct someone to find a renowned physician for you.” Chu Yihan turned and penned a letter, which he then had Mo Qi deliver.
Mo Qi hurriedly handed the letter to the palace guards and rushed back.
However, upon his return, he found Hong Lian kneeling beside Chu Yihan. She appeared nothing like her usual self. She spoke softly, “Your Highness, what if 1 remain blind for the rest of my life?”
“I won’t let that happen,” Chu Yihan replied coldly.
His gaze didn’t fall on Hong Lian but instead lingered on the chessboard, where Su Yingxue had made a game-changing move.
Unaware of this, Hong Lian persisted in her plea. “Your Highness, if 1 can see again, you will be my savior. 1’11 remember you for the rest of my life.”
Chu Yihan held a chess piece. It felt cold to the touch, yet he sensed the warmth Su Yingxue had left behind when she touched it.
Mo Qi reappeared and informed them that the letter had been sent. Chu Yihan seemed to awaken from his thoughts.
He held the chess piece in his hand, stood up, and spoke with a chilly tone, “You don’t have to do this. 1 saved you because of him. It has nothing to do with you. Su Yingxue has chosen not to help you, and that’s her prerogative.”
Chu Yihan’s words extinguished the glimmer of joy in Hong Lian’s heart.
She bit her lip, her tone filled with frustration. “Yes, Your Highness…”
As Chu Yihan departed, Hong Lian suddenly panicked and shouted, “Your
Highness! Your Highness, can you stay and talk to Hong Lian a bit longer? Your Highness!”
She reached out as if trying to grasp something, but there was nothing there.
Seeing her nearly stumble, Mo Qi extended his hand to support her. She grabbed onto his arm, her face lighting up with joy. “Your Highness, you’ve returned!”
“Your Highness has gone far away,” Mo Qi sighed.
Hong Lian’s expression instantly turned cold and unreceptive.
She released her grip on Mo Qi’s hand and walked forward instinctively.
Mo Qi glanced at his handkerchief, which he had just used to wipe away the ‘bloodstains’ from Hong Lian. However, it wasn’t her blood at all.
Mo Qi couldn’t help but warn her, “Hong Lian, don’t waste your efforts in front of Your Highness.”
Hong Lian clung to the screen, her sharp nails piercing the exquisite red sandalwood. “What do you mean?”
Mo Qi tucked the handkerchief into his chest. “Your Highness has already made it abundantly clear. If he discovers this handkerchief, you can forget about seeing him again in this lifetime.”
“Do you dare to give the handkerchief to Your Highness?” Hong Lian’s tone carried a potent threat.
Mo Qi chuckled. “Why wouldn’t 1 dare?”
He simply refused to do it.
Because if he did, she would be heartbroken, angry, and miserable for the rest of her life.
Hong Lian was furious, but Mo Qi was someone close to Chu Yihan. She couldn’t harm him, so she suppressed her anger and tried to please him. “Mo Qi, 1 implore you, please don’t tell Your Highness.”
“I can choose not to tell Your Highness, but I have a condition.”
“Tell me!” Hong Lian said calmly. As long as it didn’t tarnish her image in Chu Yihan’s eyes, she was willing to do anything.
“Could you… try to like me?”
Chu Jinling wasn’t partaking in this display of affection. When he emerged, he ran into Lin Sisi, who was idly browsing in front of the bookshelves..
Chapter 170: Fake
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Hong Lian revealed her vulnerable side in front of Chu Yihan. “Your Highness, if I can no longer see, I’m afraid I won’t be able to manage the Silver Moon Pavilion.”
“Don’t be discouraged. 1 will write a letter and instruct someone to find a renowned physician for you.” Chu Yihan turned and penned a letter, which he then had Mo Qi deliver.
Mo Qi hurriedly handed the letter to the palace guards and rushed back.
However, upon his return, he found Hong Lian kneeling beside Chu Yihan. She appeared nothing like her usual self. She spoke softly, “Your Highness, what if 1 remain blind for the rest of my life?”
“I won’t let that happen,” Chu Yihan replied coldly.
His gaze didn’t fall on Hong Lian but instead lingered on the chessboard, where Su Yingxue had made a game-changing move.
Unaware of this, Hong Lian persisted in her plea. “Your Highness, if 1 can see again, you will be my savior. 1’11 remember you for the rest of my life.”
Chu Yihan held a chess piece. It felt cold to the touch, yet he sensed the warmth Su Yingxue had left behind when she touched it.
Mo Qi reappeared and informed them that the letter had been sent. Chu Yihan seemed to awaken from his thoughts.
He held the chess piece in his hand, stood up, and spoke with a chilly tone, “You don’t have to do this. 1 saved you because of him. It has nothing to do with you. Su Yingxue has chosen not to help you, and that’s her prerogative.”
Chu Yihan’s words extinguished the glimmer of joy in Hong Lian’s heart.
She bit her lip, her tone filled with frustration. “Yes, Your Highness…”
As Chu Yihan departed, Hong Lian suddenly panicked and shouted, “Your
Highness! Your Highness, can you stay and talk to Hong Lian a bit longer? Your Highness!”
She reached out as if trying to grasp something, but there was nothing there.
Seeing her nearly stumble, Mo Qi extended his hand to support her. She grabbed onto his arm, her face lighting up with joy. “Your Highness, you’ve returned!”
“Your Highness has gone far away,” Mo Qi sighed.
Hong Lian’s expression instantly turned cold and unreceptive.
She released her grip on Mo Qi’s hand and walked forward instinctively.
Mo Qi glanced at his handkerchief, which he had just used to wipe away the ‘bloodstains’ from Hong Lian. However, it wasn’t her blood at all.
Mo Qi couldn’t help but warn her, “Hong Lian, don’t waste your efforts in front of Your Highness.”
Hong Lian clung to the screen, her sharp nails piercing the exquisite red sandalwood. “What do you mean?”
Mo Qi tucked the handkerchief into his chest. “Your Highness has already made it abundantly clear. If he discovers this handkerchief, you can forget about seeing him again in this lifetime.”
“Do you dare to give the handkerchief to Your Highness?” Hong Lian’s tone carried a potent threat.
Mo Qi chuckled. “Why wouldn’t 1 dare?”
He simply refused to do it.
Because if he did, she would be heartbroken, angry, and miserable for the rest of her life.
Hong Lian was furious, but Mo Qi was someone close to Chu Yihan. She couldn’t harm him, so she suppressed her anger and tried to please him. “Mo Qi, 1 implore you, please don’t tell Your Highness.”
“I can choose not to tell Your Highness, but I have a condition.”
“Tell me!” Hong Lian said calmly. As long as it didn’t tarnish her image in Chu Yihan’s eyes, she was willing to do anything.
“Could you… try to like me?”
Chu Jinling wasn’t partaking in this display of affection. When he emerged, he ran into Lin Sisi, who was idly browsing in front of the bookshelves..
