Ye Chutang looked in the direction from where the voice came, and saw that the curtain of the carriage across from her had been lifted, revealing a handsome and delicate face. It was the face of a young man who appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old; his skin was pale and thin, as if he hadn’t seen the sunlight for a long time, with a very faint flush to his cheeks and a frail build that exuded weakness.
Yet, even so, his well-defined facial features were not obscured, especially his tea-brown eyes, which were clear and misty like amber.
That face…
Ye Chutang slightly narrowed her eyes and spoke uncertainly,
“Princess Jing?”
Upon hearing this, the joy on the young man’s face faded a bit, replaced by a visible sense of unease and awkwardness.
“Sister Ye, are you angry with me for not telling you my true identity before? But I had my own reasons at the time. Please don’t be angry with me, okay?”
Ye Chutang: “…”
Was she angry?
It seemed that from beginning to end, she had only confirmed the other person’s identity after all.
However, before she could think of how to respond, a cold and deep voice suddenly came from beside her.
“Sister Ye?”
Shen Yanchuan glanced at both of them with a half-smile,
“So Princess Jing and Chutang already know each other?”
Ye Chutang turned her head—no, their relationship was close enough for him to call her by name?
But as soon as she met Shen Yanchuan’s gaze, Ye Chutang’s confidence somehow diminished.
She cleared her throat lightly: “…Not really.”
A hint of disappointment flashed across Xiao Chenglin’s face, but it disappeared in an instant.
He explained to Shen Yanchuan, “Don’t misunderstand, Your Highness. I was once saved by Sister Ye; we have that connection.”
Shen Yanchuan pulled on the reins slightly, his thin lips curving into a smile:
“Princess Jing need not worry too much. A doctor’s heart is kind; she has saved countless people, so it’s only natural. I would not misunderstand her.”
There was a subtle intimacy in his words.
He knew all of the people she was close to, and it was evident that when she first saw Xiao Chenglin, she didn’t show any familiarity; instead, she carefully verified his background.
That was enough to explain the situation. Xiao Chenglin’s brows moved slightly, and he seemed to let out a sigh of relief as he smiled.
“That’s good then.”
As he spoke, he looked back at Ye Chutang.
“Sister Ye, please don’t be angry with me. I didn’t know you had come to the capital before, nor did I know that you were actually…”
Ye Chutang’s reputation had already spread throughout the capital, and even Xiao Chenglin, who spent most of his time in his own residence, had heard of her.
It was quite normal that he, with his health issues, hadn’t even visited the palace during a festival like Mid-Autumn, and thus didn’t match Ye Chutang’s status.
With a quick thought, Ye Chutang concealed her inner turmoil and nodded politely and distantly:
“I also didn’t know Your Highness’ identity. So, it’s considered even now. If I have offended you before, I hope Princess Jing can forgive me.”
Xiao Chenglin wanted to say more but stopped, seemingly quite hurt.
After a moment, he said,
“Sister Ye, do you really have to be so formal with me?”
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Không hiểu sao, Ye Chutang bỗng cảm thấy lạnh lẽo khắp người.
Rõ ràng hôm nay là một ngày nắng đẹp hiếm có, nhưng dường như lại lạnh hơn so với trước đây.
Cô không trả lời gì, chỉ vẫy tay về phía Xiao Wu bên cạnh mình: “Xiao Wu, đến đây, gặp Hoàng tử Jing đi.”
Một cái đầu tròn trịa nhô ra, ánh mắt trong sáng và ngây thơ.
Nhìn về phía Xiao Chenglin, cô nghiêng đầu, như thể đang cố nhớ xem người đó là ai.
Ye Chutang nhắc nhở: “Khi chúng ta ở Thành Xu trước đây, chúng ta đã từng gặp Hoàng tử Jing, nhưng cũng bình thường nếu em không nhớ được, dù sao lúc đó em đang ngủ mà.”
