Chapter 21: I Do Not Know
In recent days, Ji Shulan had spared no effort to curry favor with Ling Moxuan, yet she often found herself unable to catch him, filling her heart with frustration. She truly could not understand what Prince Xuan was thinking. She had already lowered herself, but he didn’t even glance her way!
Today busy, tomorrow unavailable—always these excuses to brush her off.
But she was the true princess destined to marry into the Prince Xuan’s mansion!
Ji Huo, always Ji Huo!
Ji Shulan’s resentment only grew.
At the gate of the Prime Minister’s residence, the two walked together.
Just before departure, Ji Shulan blocked Ji Huo with palpable dissatisfaction.
“You’d better watch your words and actions today. If I see you again—”
Ji Shulan recalled Ji Huo’s cold sarcasm from that day and choked on her words.
She truly dared not escalate the matter, so she swallowed her anger and forcibly changed the subject.
“Forget it, take care of yourself!”
With that, Ji Shulan, dressed flamboyantly, regained her good spirits and boarded the carriage with renewed determination.
She refused to believe that with her talent and beauty, she could not capture Prince Xuan’s heart today!
As for Ji Huo, she was only fit to be the dirt beneath her feet!
Liu Yiyi frowned in discontent. “Second Miss, she—”
Ji Huo raised a hand to stop her and smiled gently. “No need to bother.”
If Ji Shulan wished to outshine all today, she must have the ability to do so.
Besides, she could only boast with words.
Ji Huo chose a simple, plain dress, unadorned yet elegant, so as not to attract Ling Moxuan’s attention.
This banquet was held on a small island pavilion in the middle of the lake, requiring a boat ride followed by a walk along the stepping stones to the pavilion.
In her previous life, Ji Huo had been confined for a long time due to her affair with the Crown Prince and rarely ventured out thereafter.
Seeing this serene and bright spring scene lifted her spirits considerably.
To be given a second chance at life was a gift from the heavens.
She would never again devote herself obsessively to a man as she had before.
Sitting in the painted boat, the boatman rowing steadily, Ji Huo lifted a corner of the curtain and gazed upon the gently rippling green water, a smile unconsciously curving her lips.
Not far away, in the pavilions and terraces, Ling Moxuan awaited early, surrounded by the scent of plum wine and the melodious strains of a five-stringed qin.
He was in his prime, radiant and commanding. Today, he had deliberately set a trap—
Once it succeeded, there would be no fear of the Crown Prince’s fall.
Ling Moxuan’s lips curved with pleasure as he lowered his gaze and saw Ji Huo lifting the curtain slightly.
She smiled softly, her complexion like lotus blossoms, her eyes sparkling like stars.
In that instant, Ling Moxuan’s pupils paused, his gaze deepening suddenly.
His mind involuntarily recalled the day she washed flowers beneath the crabapple trees in the pavilion.
A faint floral fragrance seemed to brush his nose.
“What is Prince Xuan looking at so intently? Let us see too!”
Several familiar young noblemen sat beside Ling Moxuan, playing chess with another. Noticing his distraction, they teased him.
Ling Moxuan smiled faintly, his slender fingers lightly placing a piece on the black-and-white board.
He said, “Enjoying the spring scenery? Do you want to see as well?”
Seeing this move, the others blocked the white pieces thoroughly and quickly diverted their attention, saying:
“No need! No matter how many play, none can win against Your Highness, and we have no face to watch!”
Ling Moxuan chuckled, feigning casual glances toward the boarding side.
Just one look, and his expression darkened instantly.
There—Ji Huo was about to step off the boat, supported by an unremarkable maid.
“Be careful, sister!”
Ji Shulan suddenly screamed and reached out as if to steady Ji Huo.
Yet, secretly, she gave a sharp push outward—
Ji Shulan’s face twisted into a vicious smile. Even if she couldn’t make Ji Huo stumble, she could at least disgust her!
Did they think Ji Shulan was a pushover to be toyed with at will?
Just as her hand was about to push Ji Huo, suddenly, Ji Huo dodged swiftly.
She grasped Ji Shulan’s wrist firmly, her eyes cold as ice. “If you want to die, I won’t accompany you.”
Outwardly, they represented the Prime Minister’s household.
If they disgraced themselves, the family’s reputation would suffer.
Yet Ji Shulan still thought to trap her—how foolish!
Ji Shulan’s heart skipped a beat, knowing Ji Huo was right, but she simply couldn’t swallow the bitterness.
Thinking of being restrained by Ji Huo at every turn, she felt restless and agitated.
This was just the shore; they still had a distance to the pavilion. Ji Shulan’s small moves were unnoticed by most, which was why she dared act.
Ji Shulan snorted coldly, lowering her voice. “I don’t need your lectures.”
Ji Huo ignored her, releasing her wrist and standing steadily.
Whether or not Ji Shulan was right, she was a vindictive person who would stab in the back whenever possible.
But today, if misfortune was to fall on her, Ji Huo wouldn’t hesitate to give Ji Shulan a lesson.
Ji Huo gathered her composure and prepared to disembark again—
At that moment, a delicate, intricately carved folding fan appeared before her eyes.
The fan was exquisite and beautiful, clearly often handled by its owner; it even looked somewhat familiar—
Ji Huo was startled and instinctively looked up.
There stood Ling Yuzhao, tall and graceful, his handsome face striking beyond compare. Dressed in dark embroidered robes, he exuded an ethereal elegance, exceptionally handsome and commanding.
Ling Yuzhao looked up lazily. “Still not coming down?”
Ah, yes, Ji Huo recalled seeing Ling Yuzhao playing with this unremarkable fan back when she was at the brothel.
But she hadn’t expected him to come to fetch her.
Wasn’t their connection supposed to be limited to that one night?
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