TBIC

89-92

"Misstress, his Highness has left in advance. Before departing, he instructed us to join him in the roadside inn ahead."

Unable to hide her disappointment, Su Lin Rou lied down again. Her mind was filled with the man's lofty back and the heroic appearance of him wielding the sword.

In the past, she often heard people talk about love at first sight. Su Lin Rou didn't believe such talks. Today, after seeing his sixth Highness's different side, she felt her heart skip a beat. Not because of his Highness's handsome appearance, but for that reassuring and worth to entrust's warmth he brought her.

Following the change of her mindset, the previous unwillingness she felt toward lady Mu slowly turned to loath. There was also He Lian Min Min that woman who occupied the position of the principal wife yet was completely incompetent. Whenever Su Lin Rou recalled they've missed the opportunity to punish Mu Xi Yao, she wished she could pry open He Lian Min Min's brain to see how stupid must be that woman to leave such a scourge in the residence.

She wanted to get close to that man who gave her reassurance again. She wanted it so much. Especially after the calamity. She wished to be held by him. Even some words of appeasement from him would be good.

Under Su Li Rou's anxious anticipation, the carriage finally arrived at the roadside inn before dusk.

"Your Highness!"

Zhong Zheng Lin showed displeasure when he looked at the woman who's suddenly barged into the room. Only after he pulled the garment over his shoulder did he raise his head to glance at the person who just stood and stared at him blankly.

"What's the matter?"

Su Lin Rou's lips trembled. Her eyes teared up. Her voice carried distress.

"Your Highness, are you injured? Did you see a physician?"

As she spoke, she stepped forward and raised her hand, about to examine Zhong Zheng Lin's wounds.

"Just a small injury. It's nothing. You've suffered a scare today. Take a rest sooner. Tomorrow, at the hour of Mao1, we'll set out on the journey."

Su Li Rou hesitated for a moment. She didn't leave. She looked at him a bit stubbornly and pleaded him lowly.

"Your Highness, please allow qie to apply medicine to your wounds. If we delayed the healing time of the wound, once qie returns qie won't be able to justify before the principal consort. What's more, qie won't be able to sleep well."

When Zhong Zheng Lin saw her clearly fear his imposing air, yet forcing herself to brace up and not take a step backward, he suddenly felt this scene was a little familiar.

It was Mu Xi Yao. That woman was also this brave. She stubbornly defied his demands. Compared to Su Lin Rou, she was even bolder and more impudent. She cowered to no one, her expression carried obstinacy and unruliness. Yet, he was still infatuated with her.

Jiao Jiao. Zhong Zheng Lin sighed inwardly. He's been away only for one day, yet he already began to miss her.

"No need. You may retreat." After he said the words, he went to the inner room and paid her no more heed.

Su Lin Rou stood there, stupefied. She pressed her lips tightly.

Her eyes didn't lie to her. The tenderness and indulgence that flashed through his Highness's eyes just now were so genuine they made her heart broke. They were something she extremely longed to obtain at the moment, yet were firmly occupied by another person. Suppressing the agony that surged inside her heart, Su Lin Rou softly asked for leave.