She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 10 If you dare to eavesdrop in a lonely corner, what are you afraid of?

Chapter 10: Chapter 10 If you dare to eavesdrop in a lonely corner, what are you afraid of?

By the time Xiao Hongshen had vanished without a trace, Yan Wanqing still hadn’t heard the Crown Prince allow her to rise, keeping her head lowered, she gently said, "Thank you, Crown Prince, for making decisions on behalf of this servant’s daughter. As the night is deep and the dew is heavy, I respectfully see the Crown Prince off on his return."

However, the pair of purple-gold dragon boots in front of her didn’t move.

Yan Wanqing felt uneasy in her heart. In her previous and current life, this was one of the few opportunities she had to interact with the Crown Prince. She intended to forge a good relationship with him, but she had never expected that their first meeting after her rebirth would occur under these circumstances.

"Are you trying to rush me away?" The unyielding male voice slowly sounded.

Yan Wanqing’s heart skipped a beat, recalling how he had just turned down the Princess of Qin State.

She had been careless; this man had two faces and was not to be easily offended.

"This servant dares not," she said as she shook her head gently.

"Dares not?" The man let out a light snort, "You dare to eavesdrop by my wall, yet you claim there is nothing you, Yan Wanqing, wouldn’t dare to do?"

Yan Wanqing’s last bit of hope vanished.

Indeed, she had been discovered.

At that moment, Xiao Pingfeng, as the Crown Prince, was not pleased.

The woman before him, seemingly respectful, had used him, and now she wanted to send him away as if such a thing came without a cost.

"This servant dares not. The world under heaven belongs to the king; Your Highness is the future Crown Prince. Even if this servant had ten thousand gall bladders, she could never dare do such a thing as to send away Your Highness. As for tonight’s incident... it truly was a coincidence. Your Highness loves his people like his own children. Surely you would not hold these matters against this servant," she said deliberately and slowly.

Catching her off guard, a cold fingertip lifted her chin, and she stumbled into the man’s deep gaze, her heartbeat missing half a beat.

"Though Your Seventh Brother appears to be pure-hearted and unsullied, he actually stops at nothing. Do you have any strategies against him?" Xiao Pingfeng’s voice, void of emotion, rose.

Yan Wanqing was inwardly cursing her tough luck; kneeling with numbed, aching knees, she also had to cope with this unpredictable man.

Bracing herself, she answered, "This servant, although the Commandery Princess of Dawei, does not have a status as noble as the princes. If the Seventh Prince truly intends to force his hand, this servant..." She paused.

The pressure on her chin increased, and the man grunted heavily, "Hmm?"

Underneath the moonlight, the beauty gently bit her lip, defiance sparkled in her clear eyes, "This servant would rather die than yield."

"Truly promising," the hand restraining her was withdrawn, and just as Yan Wanqing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she was suddenly pulled up by a strong force. Unprepared, her legs weakened and she solidly fell into his embrace.

"The Commandery Princess of Anping, who stood alone before the battle lines six years ago in resplendent robes and fierce spirit, has now become cautious and learned to weigh the pros and cons" came an unexpected remark from above her head.

Yan Wanqing, feeling the hand gripping her slim waist, strong and robust, was at a loss with her pale face.

"Look at me and speak," the Crown Prince slightly frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with her silence.

Forced to look up and meet his gaze, her eyes landed on the face of the Crown Prince, a perfect blend of both his ancestors’ features, her heart tumultuous.

What was up with this man again?

"This, this servant doesn’t know what to say." Before she could grasp what exactly this man was thinking, Yan Wanqing decided not to speak rashly.

"Yan Wanqing."

She heard her name, whispered from his lips, and could not help but shiver involuntarily.

"This servant is here,"

The Crown Prince’s inscrutable eyes rested on her exquisite face. Suddenly, he curved his lips into a wicked smile.

"Your waist is really slender."

Yan Wanqing suddenly clenched her fist, "Crown Prince, compose yourself!"

"Boring." The Crown Prince scoffed lightly and released his hand, his fingertips gently caressing as if still savoring the touch from moments ago.

Seeing this made Yan Wanqing clench her back teeth tightly.

"Let’s go, it’s time to descend the mountain." The Crown Prince, in high spirits, led the way down, and she had no choice but to follow closely behind. After descending, they parted ways without further conversation.

...

Yan Wanqing spent a restless night, drained emotionally. After washing up, she lay down and fell asleep, but her sleep was uneasy. Encountering Xiao Hongshen had rekindled memories of her previous life; dreams of her clansmen wailing in grief made her shed tears of helplessness.

The next day, after waking up, she reluctantly ate a vegetarian meal and was then called over by Lady Sun.

"You always dress so plainly, not even wearing a simple hairpin as an accessory," said Lady Sun, removing an agate hairpin from her own coiffure and placing it in her daughter’s hair, satisfied only when she looked more charming than the flowers.

"At this plum blossom festival, the young lord from the Northern Border Marquis’s family is also present. You met when you were children, do you remember?" Lady Sun asked while observing Yan Wanqing’s expression.

Yan Wanqing had already heard about this from Xiao Hongshen yesterday, and hearing it again today made no waves.

She slightly curved her lips, "The Northern Border is remote, and the young lord seldom visits, but once we return to the Capital, mother rest assured, I will fulfill the host’s duties fully."

Lady Sun sighed in relief upon hearing this.

Good, her daughter was not resistant.

If her daughter’s marital match was with the Northern Border, Lady Sun was reassured, except for the fact that the Northern Border was bitterly cold, and traveling back to the Capital could take two months. If Yan Wanqing were to marry there, she feared that the days ahead would be rife with parting and reunion.

While they were speaking, a commotion suddenly erupted outside.

Nursemaid Su hurried in, "Madam, Miss, the fifth miss has gotten into a fight."

Lady Sun was astonished, "With whom?"

"The Top Scholar of Wang Family who came to propose marriage a few days ago."

Yan Wanqing sighed lightly, stood up, and said, "Mother, do not worry, I will see what happened. The fifth sister rarely quarrels with others; there must be some reason."

Lady Sun nodded, "This is, after all, a banquet held by the Empress, so please handle it appropriately."

Yan Wanqing acknowledged this and walked outside with Cong Ge. On the way, they encountered Cong Huan standing in a corner of the wall. She glanced at him indifferently before diverting her gaze.

Cong Huan wished she could shrink into the cracks of the wall, but seeing that the elder sister only looked at her once and said nothing, she relaxed slightly, though she still felt extremely uncomfortable in the Yan family’s courtyard, like sitting on pins and needles.

She wondered how the discussion with the seventh prince went last night...

There was a wide open space outside the Great Buddha Hall, surrounded by some pines and cypresses, lush and green at this time.

In this place, surrounded by two or three layers of people, both men and women were present, all eager to see the commotion.

Yan Wanqing stood outside the crowd, only hearing the stubborn voice of the fifth sister, Hongzhao.

"I am not wrong! He was the first to make disrespectful remarks..."

There was also the sharp voice of Wang Shujian, "Miss Hongzhao openly assaults a Top Scholar and still believes she’s right, is it because the Yan family’s merits make her think she can disregard us scholarly folks from humble origins..."

"Wang Shujian, how dare you speak!" Yan Hongzhao, holding a long whip, tried to step forward, but was tightly held back by her nursemaid, her anger unabated, "He’s just talking nonsense, I definitely did not."

Yan Hongzhao was not skilled in arguing, and with Wang Shujian’s slippery tongue, her face turned red with anger.

Seeing Yan Wanqing from outside the crowd, the nursemaid quickly pulled Yan Hongzhao saying, "The elder sister is here."