Ye Chutang took the handkerchief, and the striking bright red mark on her slender neck was instantly covered.
“Thank you, Crown Prince.”
Despite her disheveled appearance and weak breathing at that moment, she still bowed neatly with dignity and propriety; every word and action of hers was flawless.
A strand of hair fell down, and she gently pushed it behind her ear. When she looked up again, her dark, moist eyes had regained their usual calmness.
It was as if it wasn’t her who had just been threatened with death, as if it weren’t her who had almost lost her life on the spot.
Shen Yanchuan’s gaze fell on the girl’s pale cheeks.
There was no sign of fear in her eyes; she remained composed, as if nothing could move her.
Perhaps due to lack of oxygen, Ye Chutang felt dizzy as she stood up and stumbled back a step.
“Chu—”
Shen Yanchuan almost instinctively reached out to support her.
However, Ye Chutang reacted even faster.
Her eyebrows moved slightly, and her gaze passed over Shen Yanchuan to fall on someone behind him.
“Ah Feng.”
With that single word, Shen Yanchuan suddenly came to his senses: in the midst of so many eyes watching them!
Ye Yunfeng rushed over quickly.
“Sister!”
He looked at Ye Chutang anxiously, both angry and worried.
“This Han Yao is truly mad!”
If anything really happened to his sister, he would definitely tear Han Yao to shreds!
Ye Chutang reassured him with a smile: “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Such minor injuries were indeed nothing compared to what they had faced before.
Ye Yunfeng wanted to say more but stopped, then turned his head towards Han Yao, who had collapsed to the ground; his anger was still hard to extinguish.
He clenched his fists tightly, with a murderous intent in his eyes.
A warm, soft hand gently covered his wrist.
“It’s getting late; if we don’t go back now, your third brother and the others will be waiting anxiously.”
Her voice, slightly hoarse but still gentle and calm, seemed to possess an invisible power that made people feel more at ease.
Ye Yunfeng took a deep breath and finally turned his gaze back towards Ye Chutang.
The young man, still filled with anger, was stubborn yet patient.
Ye Chutang’s smile deepened slightly.
“Let’s go.”
She looked up slightly and noticed that Shen Yanchuan’s gaze had not left her since earlier.
Ye Chutang pretended not to notice and nodded slightly.
“The remaining matters will probably have to be dealt with by the Crown Prince.”
Shen Yanchuan ordered, “Lian Zhou, prepare a carriage.”
Ye Chutang was about to politely decline: “Thank you for your kindness, Crown Prince, but Ah Feng and I can go back directly; there’s no need to—”
“Take them all away; I will personally interrogate them later.”
Ye Chutang was taken aback for a moment, then blinked gently.
What did that mean…
Nhìn thấy chiếc xe ngựa quen thuộc của phủ Định Bắc Hầu, Ye Chutang đã từ chối.
Với đông đảo mọi người đang nhìn, Shen Yanchuan tự mình đưa cô đi; chẳng mất một ngày nào, cả kinh thành này chắc chắn sẽ tràn ngập những lời đồn đại.
Tuy nhiên, trước khi cô kịp nói ra lời từ chối, Shen Yanchuan đã nói: “Vết thương của cô không thể để trì hoãn được.”
Ye Yunfeng lập tức đổi ý:
“Đúng vậy, chị gái! Chúng ta nên quay về kiểm tra vết thương trước!”
Thực ra anh ấy biết rằng vết thương của chị gái mình không đến mức nguy hiểm đến tính mạng, nhưng vì vết thương cũ chưa lành hẳn mà lại bị thêm vết thương mới, việc tiết kiệm chút sức lực nào được thì tốt biết mấy.
Ye Chutang im lặng một lúc, cuối cùng vẫn quyết định nhượng bộ.
……
Bên trong xe ngựa, yên tĩnh hoàn toàn.
Ye Chutang cảm thấy không khí có chút kỳ lạ, liền chủ động nói:
“Thế tử, thực sự không cần phải vất vả như vậy đâu. Hôm nay đã bị nhiều người nhìn thấy như vậy, sau này lại có thêm những lời đồn đại nữa, e rằng…”
“Những lời đồn đại gì?”
Shen Yanchuan đột nhiên ngắt lời cô, mí mắt hơi nhướng lên, ánh mắt đen tối và lạnh lùng dõi chằm chằm vào cô, như thể có điều gì đó muốn bùng nổ ra.
Anh ấy tựa vào thành xe, như thể không quan tâm lắm:
“Hơn nữa, ai nói đó là lời đồn đại chứ?”
