Chongfei Manual [I]

Chapter 15

Her voice attracted the attention of Wei Kun and Duke Ying, the several adults lowered their heads one after another. Wei Kun spoke surprised: "Ah Luo? Why are you here?"

Wei Luo raised her clear and bright small face, dimples showing as she smiled. Her words were especially sensible: "I've come to give big brother Prince Jing this medicine, since big brother Prince Jing's hand has an injury. Applying the medicine, it should get well right away."

Finished speaking, she kept her short arms up, but seeing that Zhao Jie didn't move to accept, she simply gripped his big hand and pried his fingers open, placing the white glaze porcelain bottle inside. "Big brother, apply this every day twice a day, it'll get better very quickly."

The little girl's voice was sticky sweet. Looking down from this angle, her eyelashes were long and thick, hiding that pair of bright and lively big eyes. What expression did that pair of eyes show right now? Sly or sincere? Zhao Jie wondered pensively, then closed his palm and put the bottle in his pouch, the edge of his lips lifting slightly in a smile: "How did you know my hand was injured?"

Wei Luo's shoulders flinched. She retreated two steps to meet his line of sight. Compared to her, he was much taller. At her current age, her height was much too inferior, looking up at people almost made her neck snap. There wasn't the slightest hint of shame on her face as she crisply spoke: "When we met at the front courtyard a moment ago, big brother's sleeve fell back, and Ah Luo saw."

It actually could be explained that way.

Zhao Jie smiled and reached out to stroke her head, his thumb rubbing her forehead. With a deep tone, he said: "Thank you, you're considerate."

His fingers were long and strong. In the sunlight, they seemed to glow like white jade, really like a pair of hands raised in a respectable house. He accidentally parted the bangs on Wei Luo's forehead, only to find a bright red small birthmark between the little girl's eyebrows. Set on her white and tender small face, she appeared even more delicate, charming, and cute. The longer he looked, the more it seemed as if she had walked out of a picture, her lips like cherry, her teeth like pearls. Zhao Jie turned away, and didn't look at her again. Together with Duke Ying, he walked out of the Duke's residence.

Wei Luo stood in the yard pondering. The stuff was received, it should mean she was forgiven, right?

She couldn't see through Zhao Jie's thoughts, only feeling that this person's thoughts were deep, complex and hard to fathom. She searched through the memories related to the previous life's Zhao Jie. He was intelligent and outstanding, noble and handsome, the Retired Emperor's favorite. He was conferred the rank of Prince at twelve years old. His methods were firm and shrewd, very quickly gathering a group reliable aides. After the Retired Emperor passed away, Emperor Chong Zhen, who was unhappy with his (Zhao Jie's) growing ambitions, soon found an excuse to send him off to Wurong to toughen his body, for the duration of exactly three years. Calculating the days, he should have recently come back from Wurong. After returning, he discovered that the structural changes in the Imperial court were very big. Emperor Chong Zhen vigorously supported his younger brother Zhao Zhang, even intending to establish him as Crown Prince...

If memories served right, Zhao Zhang was Noble Consort Ning's son.

Was the Emperor's mind blinded by love, letting go of the perfect from head to toe legitimate son, and insisting on backing up the illegitimate one?

Wei Luo had a few words of silent critique in her mind, the secrets of the royal family were too many and too complex, she couldn't possibly grasp it all in such a short time. In any case, as far as she could remember, Zhao Jie would later become someone, who would overturn all levels of society.