bestfiction Chapter 271 "Wan'er, I will stay with you tonight!"
Chapter 271 "Wan'er, I will stay with you tonight!"
Suddenly, Murong Yi reached out and grabbed Lin Qianqian's wrist tightly, so forcefully that Lin Qianqian couldn't help but gasp.
Lin Qianqian was stunned, her clear eyes filled with confusion. She stared blankly at Murong Yi with her mouth slightly open, her doubts as clear as the fog in the night sky. "Your Highness, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly grab me?" Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor of fear.
Murong Yi then seemed to wake from a dream, realizing her loss of composure, and subconsciously let go of Lin Qianqian's hand.
He turned around, his back swaying slightly, as if trying to conceal the turmoil in his heart. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke coldly, "It's nothing, get some rest." His voice was low, yet it carried a barely perceptible tremor.
After saying that, he walked away absentmindedly, his steps unsteady, as if being pulled by an invisible force.
Lin Qianqian watched his departing figure, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with doubt and worry. She gently bit her lower lip, murmuring to herself, "What exactly is wrong with His Highness today?" Her bright eyes were full of thought, and she remained standing there for a long time until Murong Yi's figure disappeared into the night.
Just then, a sharp cry broke the silence and came from inside the house.
Little Huaijin suddenly woke up from her sleep, her small body trembling violently, her eyes tightly closed, her tender face flushed red with fear, her mouth wide open, and she cried out in a hoarse voice.
The crying was like a tightly strung string suddenly snapping, gripping the heart.
Hearing the crying, Lin Qianqian instantly snapped out of her daze, her eyes filled with anxiety and concern.
With a flick of her skirt, she rushed into the room, her embroidered shoes almost creating a gust of wind. Reaching the bedside, she quickly bent down and carefully yet urgently took little Huaijin into her arms.
Lin Qianqian gently rocked the child in her arms, patting his back tenderly with one hand, again and again, the movements soft and rhythmic. She lowered her head slightly, pressing her cheek against little Huaijin's forehead, and whispered, "Huaijin, be good, don't be afraid, Mommy's here."
Her voice was soft and gentle, like the warmest breeze in spring, trying to dispel the fear in the child's heart.
Her eyes were full of love, slightly narrowed, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes held endless tenderness. A soothing smile played on her lips as she softly hummed an unknown lullaby.
In her mother's warm embrace and gentle comfort, little Huaijin's cries gradually subsided, her sobs grew weaker and weaker, and her small body slowly relaxed, drifting back into sleep.
Inside the west wing, the candlelight flickered, casting indistinct shadows on Su Wan'er's face.
She sat gracefully before her dressing table, a delicate jade comb in her hand, slowly combing her long, black hair. A smug and cunning smile played on her lips, a smile that concealed unseen calculations. Her eyes gleamed with a cold light, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark.
At this moment, Huan'er walked in timidly with her head down. Her voice was filled with a sense of inferiority and shame, as well as helplessness. She said softly, "Your Highness, it's getting late. You should rest early!" She never dared to look Su Wan'er in the eye. Her hands nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, and her body trembled slightly.
Su Wan'er paused, glanced at Huan'er, and parted her lips slightly, her tone confident: "No rush, the prince... will be here soon!" Her voice carried a hint of arrogant confidence.
Upon hearing this, Huan'er couldn't help but raise her head, her eyes full of doubt, and stammered, "Wasn't the prince with the Ninth Princess? How could he..." Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Su Wan'er's sharp laughter.
With a soft "pfft," Su Wan'er covered her mouth and chuckled, followed by a disdainful snort, "Heh~" The laughter sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room, making Huan'er tremble and feel even more bewildered.
Just then, a familiar sound of footsteps came from outside. Su Wan'er's ears twitched, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, she quickly got up, glanced at herself in the bronze mirror, and after confirming that her makeup was correct, she instantly switched to a weak and exhausted appearance.
She staggered to the bedside, her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed, her brow furrowed, her face contorted in pain. She opened her mouth slightly, letting out soft, drawn-out groans of agony…
The carved wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Murong Yi's tall figure appeared in the doorway. In the candlelight, his brows and eyes were full of fatigue, but when he saw Su Wan'er on the bed, his expression instantly softened with tenderness and worry.
He walked quickly to the bedside, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes almost overflowing with heartache, and softly called out, "Wan'er~" His voice was deep and gentle, like a spring breeze gently caressing him.
Upon hearing the call, a hint of triumphant joy flashed in Su Wan'er's eyes, but she quickly concealed it perfectly.
She weakly reached out her hand, her voice trembling with tears, and said coquettishly, "Your Highness~" Then, she nestled into Murong Yi's arms as if boneless, her slender fingers gently clutching the hem of his clothes, making a tearful appearance, "Your Highness~ I'm so sad~ I thought you wouldn't come back~" As she spoke, she trembled slightly, as if shrouded in immense grievance, her frail figure as if a gust of wind could blow her over.
Murong Yi felt a pang of heartache. He stretched out his long arm and steadily embraced Su Wan'er, holding her tightly in his arms. He gently comforted her, "Wan'er, I will stay with you tonight!" His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a reassuring warmth.
Huan'er, standing to the side, kept her head down, not daring to look directly at the scene. She bowed slightly, her voice as low as a mosquito's buzz: "Your Highness, Your Highness, this servant takes her leave." After speaking, she carefully withdrew and gently closed the door.
Only Murong Yi and Su Wan'er remained in the room. Murong Yi held her absentmindedly, his thoughts seemingly wandering elsewhere, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
Su Wan'er noticed his unusual behavior but didn't pay it any mind. She tilted her head slightly, looked at Murong Yi's profile, and a faint, wicked smile appeared on her lips. The smile was fleeting, as if it had never appeared. Then she buried her head in Murong Yi's arms again and continued to pretend to be pitiful.