Когда мы вернёмся - Глава 13
“Hehe…” Feng Xue chuckled softly, and the bell on her head rang crisply again, attracting the shopkeeper’s attention.
Upon seeing such a handsome and noble man appear in his shop, the shop owner was dumbfounded, frozen in place, unable to utter a word.
For a fleeting moment, Situ Xingyun found the sound of the bell on her head to be jarring.
“At the beginning.” Stopping her laughter, Feng Xue said seriously, “Feng Xue knows that Your Highness does not believe what Feng Xue says, and given Your Highness’s personality, you will definitely go for a walk with Feng Xue.”
"Oh? The princess knows me very well?" He raised an eyebrow.
“Thirty percent.” Feng Xue held up three fingers. “Actually, the reason why we knew about the prince’s actions tonight was mostly because of the look in his eyes that day. Eyes can see through any secrets and thoughts in the world.”
Looking at Situ Xingyun, she said, "Now Your Highness should believe that Feng Xue really did go for a walk, right?"
"I believe the princess's actions tonight were meant for my benefit." He tapped the tabletop lightly with two fingers, the wooden table making a dull thud.
"What did Your Highness see in the woods?" Feng Xue suddenly asked, uttering a completely unrelated question.
Situ Xingyun was stunned for a moment. The scene of her being surrounded by the soft, seven-colored light reappeared in his mind, and the tears on the ground made him pause again.
Why is she crying?
Seemingly anticipating his stunned expression, Feng Xue looked around and lowered her voice, saying, "Your Highness, since ancient times, there has been another kind of person who can know the secrets of the royal family besides the royal family members."
Situ Xingyun narrowed his eyes.
A gust of wind blew by, and the air seemed to grow colder. Feng Xue blinked gently, her voice lowering.
"Dead people. Another kind of person is the dead."
Suddenly, Situ Xingyun laughed.
“The princess is right.”
"Fengxue liked to rest by the river in the suburbs after her walk, thinking about things that young ladies in their boudoirs would think about, and then..."
“The princess said that eyes can see through everything, then…” Situ Xingyun raised his eyes and stared at her intently.
Feng Xue's eyes were as clear as the clear stream she had just seen, as bright as the stars in the sky, and as pure as a newborn baby.
Her eyes seemed to be telling him unequivocally—she was going for a walk, and he had to believe her.
"I believe you, I believe you." Situ Xingyun looked away, left a silver coin, and got up to walk towards the palace. He, the dignified Prince Pingyan, was actually afraid of her eyes, which seemed to see through everything in the world.
Feng Xue smiled and walked behind Situ Xingyun.
Along the way, no one spoke, and no one mentioned what had happened in the woods.
Volume One: Folk Tales of a Woman Named Qingyun Shuangdie (1)
As Feng Xue had predicted, Situ Xingyun stopped following her at night after that night, and he didn't ask about her affairs or mention the events of that day. Life went on peacefully.
During the day, Feng Xue and Situ Xingyun treated each other with the utmost respect. At night, although Situ Xingyun never stayed overnight at Xue Lou, he would send someone to inform Feng Xue which concubine he would spend the night with. These actions, though strange, were, in a way, a genuine sign of respect for Feng Xue as the Princess Consort of Pingyan.
In the folk tales, the stories of Prince Pingyan and Princess Pingyan were widely circulated, and some enthusiasts even collected various versions and compiled them into a book, which surprisingly became the second best story in Fengxi that month.
Of course, the first one is naturally the sequel to the story written by Miss Qingyun, which everyone has been eagerly anticipating.
Along the banks of the Huahe River, willows sway gently, their graceful forms dancing in the wind. Sunlight shines on the river's surface, shimmering with golden light, and amidst this golden glow, several boats of varying sizes drift on the water.
Every month when the storytelling rankings are announced, a celebration is held on the Huahe River, inviting some of the authors.
A luxurious and spacious boat was sailing in the middle of the Flower River, standing out conspicuously in the golden light.
"Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations on your book becoming an instant hit and ranking second on the storytelling chart."
"You flatter me!" A man nodded slightly. "It's all thanks to Your Highness and Princess."
"However, the first place still belongs to Miss Qingyun."
"Yes, Miss Qingyun's name has remained at the top of the list."
...
The ship was filled with congratulations and lively discussions.
A woman was sitting in an inconspicuous corner.
She wore a grass-green silk cotton dress, with only a grass-colored hairpin in her hair bun, and two small green beads hanging from her earlobes.
She listened quietly, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Miss, may I share a table with you?" Suddenly, a pair of slender hands reached out and waved in front of her.
Qingyun snapped out of her daze, looked up, and was startled when she saw who it was.
She was elegant and beautiful, exuding a delicate fragrance. Her eyebrows were like distant green mountains, her eyes were bright and clear, her face was like a lotus bud, and her lips were like cherries. She wore a light green dress, as graceful as a willow branch swaying in the breeze.
Qingyun smiled gently and said, "I've never seen such a beautiful girl before. I was stunned for a moment."
"Hehe..." She covered her mouth and chuckled, her breath sweet as orchids. "Thank you for your praise, young lady."
She sat down, facing the sunlight, her eyes gleaming silver in the sunlight.
Qingyun paused, taken aback. Her eyes were silver.