She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 20: Good Girl, So You Like to Throw Yourself into Someone’s Arms

Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Good Girl, So You Like to Throw Yourself into Someone’s Arms

Words that could bewitch the heart spilled from the young girl’s mouth, and Zhang Lanyi admitted she was tempted. She knew full well that the wolf cub before her harbored no good intentions, but at that moment, her ambition burst forth, unstoppable and fierce.

She abruptly reached out and grabbed Yan Wanqing’s wrist, which was on her neck, pressing it down firmly. Her eyes unwavering, she stared at the girl before her and said word for word, "When His Majesty the Crown Prince rules over all, would you wish to be his Prime Minister?"

Yan Wanqing, full of confidence, smirked, "A thing already in my pocket, why should the Empress even ask?"

"Good! Hahaha..."

Across the round table, one sitting and one standing, the confrontation between maturity and naivety was palpable, yet their presence clashed evenly.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside, and the sky was ablaze with fire. Zhang Lanyi glanced over, "What’s happening?"

Yan Wanqing withdrew her hand, gently massaging her wrist which was slightly reddened, and said indifferently, "It’s harmless, just a means to pay homage to the Empress."

"You set a fire in the mountains for tonight?!" Zhang Lanyi could hardly believe her own ears.

Yan Wanqing licked her canines habitually. The sharp, dull pain grounded her, her eyes tranquil as if to say: why not?

Zhang Lanyi chuckled softly, hand on her forehead as she shook her head and cursed, "Madwoman!"

Yan Wanqing steadied herself on the table and slowly stood up. The rising flames signaled that it was time for her to return; she needed to leave.

"Empress," Yan Wanqing’s gaze was serene, "after the success, I hope the Empress will allow the Yan Family to retire to the forest."

Zhang Lanyi, narrowing her eyes, countered, "And what about you?"

"In this life, Wanqing is willing to be driven at the Empress’s behest, to work tirelessly until my death." The composed young woman lowered her noble head to show her submission to her superior.

Zhang Lanyi harbored a smile, yet the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She said, "Of the entire Yan Family, I only want you."

"Yes." Yan Wanqing lifted her head, waving the red object in her hand before finally stuffing it into her chest. She raised her eyebrows at Zhang Lanyi as if the submission she had just shown was merely an illusion. The young girl curled her lip and headed towards the door, "Empress, don’t forget, I have also prepared a welcome gift for you tonight, waiting for you to receive it."

The slender figure quickly merged into the night, and the quiet courtyard soon returned to peace.

Zhang Lanyi, arms crossed, leaned against the round table, her gaze slightly heavy, lost in contemplation.

From behind the curtains, a tall figure slowly emerged. The man came up behind her, helped her adjust her cloak to cover her shoulders, and in the light of the oil lamp, a shining scalp was revealed.

It was a handsome monk!

"What do you think?" murmured Zhang Lanyi.

The handsome monk buried his head in her beautiful shoulder, taking a deep breath and then showing his face. Upon closer inspection, a pair of heterochromic eyes dazzled brilliantly!

"A stalemate situation, she might just be the variable." the monk spoke.

Zhang Lanyi curved her red lips, her eyes full of determination, "Ah, the Yan Family, truly a cradle of talents."

She turned around, nestling into the man’s arms. Chan Xiang stabilized her uneasy mood, "When do you plan to return to the Yan Family?"

The man stroked his smooth scalp, revealing a mischievous grin, so different from the facade he presented to pilgrims, filled with an air of irreverence.

He hooked Zhang Lanyi’s chin, lowering his head and murmured between turns, "Let the juniors play a bit longer. When they can’t continue, it’s time for this poor monk to step in."

"Such an improper thing," Zhang Lanyi laughed and scolded.

The man’s hand slipped under the cloak: "If I were proper, would the Empress still fancy this poor monk?"

"..."

Yan Wanqing followed the secret passage back to her room, immediately encountering her mother’s worried gaze.

She squeezed her mother’s hand, and with the maid’s help, shed her robust attire. Her eyes slightly warm, the mother and daughter looked at each other without a word.

Yan Wanqing’s fingers were icy cold, so Mrs. Sun kept rubbing them to warm them up.

"Have you finished the discussions?" Madam Sun asked.

Yan Wanqing nodded her head and withdrew her hand, feeling very uncomfortable due to the cold sweat covering her body.

"You should take a hot bath first, and after that drink the medicine," Madam Sun said as she gazed at the flames rising into the sky with a sigh. "You’ve really caused too much of a commotion."

Yan Wanqing let herself sink into the warm water and exhaled turbid air, "They are probably celebrating their daughter’s departure from the mountain; they are too excited."

Madam Sun shook her head and left with her maid.

Yan Wanqing slowly closed her eyes, starting to contemplate her next steps.

Gradually, her breathing stabilized, and she drifted off into a heavy sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt an unbridled gaze in the darkness, an invasive sensation that made her alertly open her eyes, confronting a pair of deep, ink-like eyes.

The person looked down from above, his face sharp and chiseled as though sculpted, his thin lips slightly pursed as he stared at her.

Irritated by the scrutiny, Yan Wanqing splashed water with her bare hand, and while he was dodging, she quickly grabbed a robe hanging nearby and pulled it into the bathtub to cover her graceful figure beneath the water.

"Shameless!" she yelled, disregarding her status, "Have the sacred and wise books all gone to the dogs regarding the distinction between men and women!"

The rebuked man did not get angry; instead, his eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Yan Wanqing, are you scolding me?" he asked.

"Who else?" Yan Wanqing felt utterly uncomfortable, not knowing how this irrational Crown Prince had gotten in or how the Hidden Guards had failed to notice him.

Or was his Martial Arts prowess so profound that even Piji and his team hadn’t noticed him?

If it was the latter... dread appeared in Yan Wanqing’s eyes.

"Straighten out that twisted brain of yours; stop brewing up so many conspiracy theories," said the Crown Prince, casting off his disguise within the cover of night and returning to his reckless and domineering manner from the mountain stream. He snorted coldly, did not back away but leaned forward, both hands bracing the bathtub, unabashedly staring at Yan Wanqing, "Too flat."

Yan Wanqing: "!!!"

Flat?

Was he talking about her?

The statement wasn’t severe, but the insult was offensive!

"Alright, get up now, the water’s cold," said the acerbic Crown Prince slowly straightening up and then turning away.

Yan Wanqing wished she could smash the water ladle against the back of his head. "Aren’t you going to leave, Crown Prince?"

"There’s a fire outside," he responded briefly, "Someone deliberately started it."

He almost added that he needed to stay close to protect her.

Frustration gnawing at her, Yan Wanqing had no choice but to brace herself with her hands against the bathtub and slowly rise. However, sitting in the tub for so long had numbed her calves, causing her to fiercely bump into the bathtub as she stood, inhaling sharply from the pain.

"Hiss—!"

"What’s wrong?" The man turned around at the sound. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

But if he did, he would see her body!

Yan Wanqing’s eyes widened, and in a split second, disregarding everything, she reached across the bathtub and hugged him, pressing her thin figure against his chest.

His chest was scorching, and he didn’t have that cloying, sweet dragonscent; instead, there was a mild laurel scent mixed with Chan Xiang, which should have been calming but now made Yan Wanqing’s heart race.

And, infuriatingly, the man chuckled teasingly.

"My my, looks like you enjoy throwing yourself into someone’s arms."