Las bellezas de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 73

"They all seem unfathomable."

The voices faded into the empty hall after the crowd dispersed, and soon disappeared.

Chapter 151: Fury

"Hey, why did you ask me to stay?"

The person whose sleep had been forcibly disturbed spoke in a very bad tone. There was no way around it; Qingyan always had a terrible temper when she hadn't slept well. Besides, she hadn't slept at all since last night.

Crown Prince Yuwen Ke sat behind his desk, smiling good-naturedly at her, "Help me handle state affairs. There are so many memorials here. You know that you are my Left Chancellor now. Helping me review the memorials is just part of your duties."

Qingyan was speechless. "But I'm so sleepy. How about tomorrow? I want to go home and sleep."

"So you were sleepy. Why didn't you say so earlier?" Yuwen Ke asked in surprise.

Qingyan's lips twitched, but she didn't say anything.

"Someone come here." Yuwen Ke clapped his hands, and two young girls in palace attire immediately entered from outside. "Greetings, Crown Prince. Greetings, Left Prime Minister."

Yuwen Ke waved his hand dismissively, "Take care of things and serve the Left Prime Minister a short rest."

Well?

Qingyan stared wide-eyed as two palace maids, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, walked into one side of the study. A moment later, they came out again, stopped beside Qingyan, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Excellency, please follow me."

Yuwen Ke smiled faintly, "Go ahead, it was my oversight. You haven't slept all night, you must be very tired. Go and rest for a while."

"Uh, no, no need, I'll just go back to sleep." Qingyan stammered a little, then suddenly remembered something, jumped up, and said urgently, "Oh my god! Ziru! Oh no, oh no!"

Yuwen Ke instinctively grabbed the boy who was trying to run away, his smile pausing for a moment. "Zi Ru?" For some reason, seeing Qing Yan's anxious appearance and thinking of that beautiful woman with that name made him feel somewhat uneasy. Did Lin Ran really like that woman?

"Yes, I didn't explain to my family when I went to the palace yesterday, and I didn't come home all night. Ziru and the others must be worried sick. If I don't go back soon, she'll scold me to death." Qingyan pouted and complained, but there was no sign of anger on her face, only anxiety and regret.

Just like a husband who deeply loves his wife but faces her unreasonable and controlling behavior, he can only smile bitterly, but deep down he feels sweet.

The sudden thought startled Yuwen Ke, and his mouth filled with bitterness. He released Qingyan's hand as if he had been burned.

He's a man, Yuwen Ke. Didn't you already know that? He's a man!

"You...you like her a lot?" Yuwen Ke stared blankly at Lin Xiao.

"Who did you say? Ziru? Yes, I really like her." Qingyan nodded without hesitation, hurriedly stuffing the pastries on the low couch into her sleeves. She couldn't help it; becoming the prime minister of a country was too exciting. In her excitement, she almost forgot that she and Jinling had sneaked in through the secret passage yesterday and were caught.

Judging from how frightened Jin Ling was at the time, she must have scrambled home to report the news. Although she later urgently summoned Jin San, she immediately sent him to do other things. No one thought to let Zi Ru know that she was safe. Imagine how anxious Zi Ru must have been, being alone at home for two days and one night with Ru Ying not around and no one to talk to.

Feeling increasingly guilty, she simply grabbed the plate and poured all the pastries into her sleeve, then smiled apologetically at Yuwen Ke, saying, "May I borrow your pastries?"

Yuwen Ke remained expressionless.

Qingyan rushed out like a gust of wind.

"Your Highness, the Ministry of Rites has sent over the wedding schedule. Please issue your decree." The young eunuch behind him bowed respectfully, presenting a memorial. "And also the Grand Minister of Rites of the Great Wei Kingdom..."

"Get out." A low, gritted voice interrupted the little eunuch.

The young eunuch looked up in surprise, stammering, "The...the Crown Prince...Dawei..."

"Get out!" With another low shout, Yuwen Ke turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with a cold and gloomy murderous intent as he glared at the little eunuch. His handsome face was distorted by the intense expression, making him look quite terrifying.

The young eunuch tripped and fell, and in fright, he scrambled away. Behind him, he heard the crisp sound of shattering porcelain.

That night, everyone in the Eastern Palace was terrified, and no one dared to approach the study.

Chapter 152: Taboo

As I ran out of the palace gate, a magnificent and spacious sedan chair was already waiting elegantly to one side, with several young girls in palace attire standing nearby. Upon seeing me arrive, they quickly bowed.

"Greetings, Your Excellency, the Left Prime Minister."

I waved my hand dismissively, my gaze drawn to the sedan chair, and I couldn't help but chuckle, "Is this a sedan chair for me?"

Could it be the Left Prime Minister's private seat?

The leading palace maid smiled but didn't say anything.

Just as I was about to lift the carriage curtain, it opened by itself, revealing a gentle, bright smile. "Your Excellency, this is my sedan chair. However, if Your Excellency does not mind, you are welcome to ride with me."

"Fox." I exclaimed, quickly covering my mouth as he raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Mo Yu, what are you doing here?"

Didn't the court session end a long time ago?

"Come on up," he said calmly.

His gaze was clear and bright, making me feel a little guilty. I giggled and jumped up.

The sedan chair swayed gently, but Mo Yu closed his eyes. A faint masculine aura enveloped the spacious interior, making the room suddenly feel smaller. I shifted uncomfortably, wondering what was wrong. It was strange. Before, he was an official, and I was a commoner; I couldn't afford to offend him, nor did I bother. Now, I was an official too, and even higher-ranking than him, so why did I still feel uncomfortable in his presence? Feeling frustrated, I suddenly lifted the curtain to look at the scenery.

"Qingyan," Mo Yu suddenly called softly.

"Hmm," I replied casually.

What do you think of the Crown Prince?

"Crown Prince?" I turned my head in confusion, meeting Mo Yu's gaze, who was quietly looking at me. "Very well, why are you asking this?"

Mo Yu reached out and ruffled my hair. Before I could protest, he wrapped his arms around me, rested his chin on my head, and sighed softly, "I know you're playful, so I won't stop you. But you need to remember what you can and cannot do."

Huh? What do you mean?