Seeing Yan Zhaozhao's unhappy expression, Xie Ciyan had to come back to his senses from his intoxication. He stepped forward and naturally took her slender hand and held it in his palm. "Why are you here? Have you had lunch?"Yan Zhaozhao's eyes first fell on Yan Zhiman, who was lying on the ground with messy hair and untidy clothes, and then she glanced at the man standing beside her casually. Seeing that Xie Ciyan's clothes were still neat, she guessed that Yan Zhiman wanted to seduce him just now, but failed.
Although she knew that Yan Zhiman did not seduce successfully, she still felt a little bitter in her heart. She realized that she didn't know since when, she couldn't bear to see a woman next to Xie Ciyan. Even though Yan Zhiman was dressed neatly at this time, she couldn't let the two of them be in Xuanji Palace together. After learning the news, she got on the sedan chair and rushed here.
Her eyes flickered slightly, and her throat felt as if she had eaten very sour pickled plums, slightly bitter, and even the air seemed to be filled with a faint sour taste. To the point that she lost interest the moment she saw Xie Ci Yan.
Yan Zhao Zhao struggled for the man's hand, and when she found that she couldn't get away, she sighed secretly and let him lead her. She turned her head away, her voice a little muffled, "Let's go back for lunch later."
Hearing this, Xie Ci Yan looked up at the sky outside, and his brows couldn't help but frown. "It's getting late, and it's time for dinner in two hours. How can we not eat?" He was worried about her health, and his tone couldn't help but be coaxing. "Zhao Zhao, be good, how about having lunch first?"
His gentle voice reached her ears, and Yan Zhao Zhao's heart softened suddenly. But now, she couldn't and didn't want to leave. She shook her head, her sharp eyes staring directly at Yan Zhiman's resentful eyes, and she opened her red lips slightly, "I have something to ask her."
Xie Ciyan understood. It seemed that Zhao Zhao had heard what Yan Zhiman had said just now. He knew her temper. If he continued to obstruct her at this time, Zhao Zhao would surely be annoyed with him. He let go of Zhao Zhao's hand, his tone full of indulgence, "Ask, I'll wait for you." After that, he sat upright on the couch as he did just now, unfolding the fan in his hand and waving it slowly. There was no more harshness in those beautiful phoenix eyes, and she looked at the person in his eyes, the one in his heart, with full tenderness.
Yan Zhaozhao took two steps closer, lowered her eyes slightly, and a hint of coldness appeared at the corners of her mouth. "Is what you said just now true?"
Yan Zhiman took in all the actions of the two. As soon as Yan Zhaozhao appeared, it seemed that even the light favored her. Xie Ciyan was clearly talking to him, but after Yan Zhaozhao came, he no longer had eyes for anyone else. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but recall the time when her stepmother brought them to a banquet when she was young.
Obviously, she was also dressed very beautifully, and the style of the red hairpin on her head was no less than Yan Zhaozhao's. But those so-called noble ladies never looked at her straight in the eye, as if she was something dirty, and they didn't even want to talk to her. But when Yan Zhaozhao appeared, nothing was the same. Those young ladies who claimed to be noble surrounded her, all of them flattering her.
How unfair...
Obviously, she and Yan Zhaozhao were both daughters of the prime minister, but just because she was born out of wedlock, she had to be looked down upon like this, and she would be looked down upon for the rest of her life.
She sneered, and her eyes filled with resentment slightly raised, provocatively facing Yan Zhaozhao's calm and calm eyes. "Of course it's true." Her smile deepened, "Look at you, what's the point of being the legitimate daughter? My father loves my mother and has favored me since I was a child. It's not pleasant to lose both, right? As long as it's yours, Yan Zhaozhao, I'll take it away!"
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Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)
Historical Fictionauthor (Wine and Evening Music) not mine I kinda like this story already 😃 With the enemy at the gates, the king of a country, sitting on the dragon chair, still turned a deaf ear to the outside world, holding the beauty in his arms and enjoying hi...