Chapter 41: C41. Li Yao's Love Story.

Marriage to the Royal Prince's Uncle [Completed]Words: 14717

Chapter 41

After leaving the Peacock Garden behind, Yunzhu took Cao Xun on a casual stroll, leading him to explore other corners of the estate. As they stopped to watch the grizzly bears from a secluded vantage point, a sudden voice broke the stillness—a voice filled with authority and mischief.

"Uncle!" The Crown Prince's tone rang out from behind them.

Yunzhu's expression barely faltered, but there was a flicker of tension in her eyes as she turned toward Cao Xun.

Cao Xun, already facing the voice, responded with a surprised yet warm smile, his poise unshaken. "Your Highness."

He started to bow, a sign of respect, but the Crown Prince waved him off dismissively from a distance. "Uncle, save the formalities. It’s just us here—no need for all that."

Yunzhu followed suit, turning gracefully, her smile masking any unease. She paid no mind to the Crown Prince’s persistent interest in her younger brother, exuding a cool detachment that only heightened her charm.

Nearby, Zhang Hu and the other eunuchs lingered, careful not to intrude, their presence a mere backdrop to this charged reunion.

The Crown Prince, now standing beside Cao Xun, gazed down at the bears before suddenly breaking the silence. "So, Uncle, are you fond of these creatures? Do they fascinate you as much as they do me?"

Cao Xun responded calmly, his tone measured but relaxed. "I took a day off to enjoy a leisurely stroll with your aunt. She deserves a moment of peace."

The Crown Prince’s gaze flickered to Yunzhu, his composure slipping just enough to betray his thoughts. "Aunt," he began, his tone carrying an edge of frustration, "I ran into Li Xian earlier. I wanted him to return to my side, but he’s still clinging to old grievances."

Yunzhu’s curiosity flared instantly, though she masked it well, her eyes narrowing with feigned indifference. "Oh? And what exactly did he say?"

The Crown Prince wasted no time recounting Li Xian’s bitter words, each one laced with disappointment.

Yunzhu’s expression darkened, her displeasure evident. "That fool," she declared sharply. "To be offered the chance to serve Your Highness again is an honor he should embrace. Yet he’s stuck in the past, blind to your generosity. Such stubbornness is infuriating. Rest assured, Your Highness, I’ll deal with him personally."

The Crown Prince, pleased by her loyalty and quick defense, softened his stance. "Forget it," he said magnanimously. "If he doesn’t want to return, I won’t force him. Save your energy, Aunt. It’s not worth it."

Yunzhu hesitated, torn between letting the matter drop and continuing her subtle campaign on her brother’s behalf.

Meanwhile, Cao Xun turned his attention to Zhang Hu and the other eunuchs, his gaze appraising. He addressed the Crown Prince. "How have they been performing?"

The Crown Prince glanced over his small retinue and smiled, his tone casual yet proud. "They’ve impressed me. They’re keeping pace with my studies, both civil and martial."

Cao Xun nodded thoughtfully, leaning closer to the Crown Prince. His voice dropped, intimate but resolute. "The Marquis of Huai’an and I share a bond. I’ll ensure this child is looked after. If it’s no trouble, Your Highness, extend your kindness to him as well."

The Crown Prince’s expression lit up, delighted by his uncle’s rare request. "Consider it done," he said smoothly, clearly pleased.

As for Zhang Hu, the Crown Prince thought, while not particularly sharp, he lacked the distance and defiance of Li Xian. For Uncle’s sake, building a connection wouldn’t be a burden.

The group wandered through three more enclosures, the Crown Prince lingering just long enough to make his presence felt before parting ways.

As the Crown Prince disappeared from sight, Yunzhu’s resolve sharpened. She seized the opportunity and led Cao Xun away from the garden, her pace brisk, her mind set.

Once they were alone, Yunzhu turned to him, her voice hesitant but resolute. "You must think poorly of me. I’ve been unfair to my younger brother before. Do you find me contemptible for my lack of grace?"

Cao Xun’s smile was slow and understanding, his words steady yet intimate. "Hardly. You’re only human. Just ensure no one else catches wind of it."

Yunzhu faltered for a moment, her gaze lifting to meet his. The sunlight broke through the canopy above, casting fleeting patterns on his noble, composed features. His expression was tender, almost forgiving, as if he held the world’s patience just for her.

Yet, deep inside, Yunzhu questioned the sincerity of his words. Were they spoken to soothe her, or did he truly mean them?

Still, Cao Xun had given her what she needed—a quiet moment of connection, a reprieve from the weight of her thoughts. And for now, that was enough.

*

As they left the zoo, the sun blazed in full force, prompting Yunzhu to demand Cao Xun open the umbrella. With a coy smile and graceful steps, she slipped under its shade, her demeanor effortlessly magnetic. Every time Cao Xun lowered his gaze, his eyes were drawn to the delicate curve of her pale neck, her rosy cheeks glowing softly. She was a vision of allure, and he couldn’t resist the quiet pleasure of protecting her from the sun. There was no need for her to insist—he was more than willing to hold the umbrella for her, relishing every second of it.

As they strolled, the official residence still a distance away, something caught their attention. From the lake near the palace, a figure on horseback approached, accompanied by a tall man carrying someone on his back. The girl, dressed in a light green jacket and flowing white gown, perched delicately on the horse, while the man moved with an ease that belied the burden on his shoulders.

Yunzhu squinted, her curiosity piqued. “Is that my brother?” she asked, though the familiarity of his frame left little doubt.

Cao Xun, with his sharp archer’s eyes, confirmed, “Yes. That’s A Min on the horse, and the one he’s carrying looks like Mr. Gu.”

Her surprise was palpable. “Mr. Gu? Is he injured?” Without waiting for a response, she quickened her pace, her intrigue turning to urgency.

When they finally reached them, Yunzhu saw Gu Shoufu, his gray hair disheveled, lifting his head weakly from her brother’s shoulder. Despite his exhaustion, he mustered a faint smile, while Gu Min, pale and sweating, seemed on the verge of tears. Only her brother, Li Yao, maintained his unbothered composure, easily carrying Gu Shoufu on his back as if it were nothing.

“What happened to Mr. Gu?” Yunzhu demanded, her voice a mixture of concern and command.

Li Yao glanced at the man leaning against him and answered nonchalantly, “I found him by the lake after he collapsed while fishing. He was already conscious when I arrived but too weak to stand—probably heatstroke.”

Gu Shoufu gave a feeble nod, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, likely heatstroke. No need to fret.”

Wasting no time, Yunzhu directed Cao Xun to shift the umbrella over Gu Shoufu, then turned her attention to Gu Min, who looked like she might dissolve into tears at any moment. “A Min, why do you look so distraught?”

Before Gu Min could answer, Li Yao broke into a chuckle, earning a sharp glare from Yunzhu that quickly silenced him. “She was trying to help Mr. Gu but tripped over a fishing rod and twisted her foot,” he explained, still visibly amused.

Yunzhu ignored her brother’s smugness, brushing past him to focus on Gu Min’s injury. “Does it hurt?” she asked gently, her voice softer now.

Gu Min shook her head, though her trembling hands told another story as she handed over the reins. “Sister Yunzhu, could you help lead the horse? I can’t ride properly, and I’m afraid it might bolt.”

Yunzhu’s grip was firm and steady as she took the reins. Without hesitation, she mounted the horse, settling behind Gu Min and wrapping her arms securely around her. The closeness brought a visible relief to Gu Min, who let out a deep, shaky breath.

Li Yao stood nearby, unimpressed. “This horse knows me better than anyone. If I tell it to walk slowly, it won’t dare run. You’re panicking for no reason. Honestly, I could’ve left you by the lake and sent someone to fetch you later. But out here, with so few people around, what if a wolf showed up? If one took a bite out of you, your grandfather would have my head.”

Gu Min turned her tear-filled eyes away, her distress clearly evident.

Yunzhu shot her brother a scolding glare. “Do you have to be so callous? Not everyone is as at ease with riding as you are. I’ll take A Min back myself. In the meantime, you can carry Mr. Gu and arrange for an imperial doctor. And do try not to dawdle.”

Li Yao smirked and waved her off. “Fine. Go.”

Without another word, Yunzhu nudged the horse forward, sparing Cao Xun a quick farewell before riding away with Gu Min safely in her embrace.

*

The humble courtyard of the Gu family sat snugly next to Yunzhu’s residence, unassuming and quiet. With Gu Min’s parents conveniently absent, the house was left in the hands of Gu Shoufu’s fretful wife, who now paced restlessly.

Yunzhu helped Gu Min down from her carriage with a grace that belied the situation’s tension. She immediately launched into explaining things to Gu Shoufu’s wife, who was nearly beside herself with worry. Her husband and granddaughter were both on her mind, but her main regret? Allowing the old man to go fishing in this oppressive heat. She blamed herself for not stopping him, knowing full well his frailty could succumb to heatstroke.

Gu Min, protective as ever of her grandfather, couldn’t hold back. "He hardly gets any time to relax," she interjected firmly. "Fishing is his way of unwinding. Yes, it’s unfortunate he’s unwell now, but when he returns, I hope you’ll go easy on him."

The Chief Assistant’s wife, recognizing her overreaction, sighed and nodded, murmuring, "Alright, fine. Everything he does has its reasons."

Gu Min retreated to the eastern wing where she and Yunzhu both stayed. Yunzhu’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the redness and swelling creeping up Gu Min’s ankle. The girl must’ve taken quite a nasty fall, and Yunzhu wasn’t about to let it go unnoticed.

The tranquility of the courtyard was soon shattered by a commotion at the gate. Li Yao burst in, carrying none other than Gu Shoufu on his back, his face etched with effort. Cao Xun and a small entourage of officials trailed behind, their concern as evident as their frowns.

And then, as if to crown the chaos, Emperor Yuan Qing himself swept in, trailing the imperial doctor. The modest property transformed into a bustling hub of activity, tension crackling in the air.

Yunzhu, tethered to Gu Min by duty or perhaps something deeper, stayed put. She wouldn’t leave her side, not now.

The imperial doctor, quick and precise, confirmed what everyone dreaded: Gu Shoufu had indeed fallen victim to heatstroke. His old body, worn down by years and now this reckless excursion, had faltered. The Emperor and officials, though deeply concerned, couldn’t resist the opportunity to chide the elderly man. Rest, they emphasized. And for once, he was in no position to argue.

As the dust settled, the imperial doctor turned his attention to Gu Min. Her injury, thankfully, was less dire. After applying a cooling plaster and prescribing a few days of rest, the swelling was already showing signs of retreat.

By the end of the day, the Gu household, though battered, began to reclaim some semblance of calm, leaving Yunzhu to guard her charge with unwavering watchfulness.

*

Once everyone had finally cleared out—Yunzhu, her brother, and even her husband—the Gu family courtyard was cloaked in a quiet stillness, like a sigh of relief after a storm.

Gu Shoufu, unwilling to endure another round of his wife’s relentless nagging, practically celebrated when the first assistant's wife volunteered to take charge of their granddaughter.

Noticing the girl’s sulky, forlorn expression, the first assistant's wife leaned in, her voice soft yet probing. “Why the long face? Who’s wronged you this time?”

Gu Min lowered her gaze, her mind swirling with the vivid memory of Li Yao by the lakeside.

Her grandfather had collapsed back then, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t lift him. She had felt helpless—until Li Yao emerged like a force of nature, reviving her grandfather with ease. In that moment, he wasn’t just a rescuer; he was her anchor, someone she couldn’t help but trust and admire.

But the man didn’t stop there. Insistent on escorting her back to the official residence, he’d gone so far as to let her ride his horse when her grandfather couldn’t manage. When she protested, he didn’t listen. Instead, the audacious man swept her up like she weighed nothing, plopping her onto the horse without so much as asking.

Even her grandfather had betrayed her, siding with Li Yao as though her protests were mere background noise.

Despite the warmth of his actions, Li Yao’s brazenness had gotten under her skin, and she couldn’t help but grumble about him to her grandmother.

The first assistant’s wife, ever sharp, chuckled knowingly. “Ah, he’s quite the reckless one. But thank heavens your little red ribbon was just a gesture of gratitude, not a token of love. You’re lucky. If the Duke’s wife and her scheming daughter caught even a whiff of affection between you two, you’d already be married off by now. And then, discovering his rude streak would’ve been too late to regret!”

Gu Min fell silent, her lips pressed into a line as her cheeks flushed a deep red. Her grandmother’s teasing hit a little too close to home.

The older woman gasped, her eyebrows lifting. “Wait—don’t tell me! Have you fallen for him?”

Gu Min froze, torn between denying it and staying quiet. She didn’t want her grandmother to think she was swooning over a man she also found utterly infuriating. Yet, no words came to her defense.

Because as much as she wanted to curse Li Yao for his boldness, she couldn’t deny his kindness. The image of him carrying her grandfather without a hint of weariness left an impression. He was solid, dependable—something she hadn’t even realized she craved until that moment.

Watching her granddaughter’s bashful, conflicted expression, the first assistant’s wife smirked knowingly.

It was clear now.

The old man might have failed to catch any fish that day, but he’d reeled in something far better—a grandson-in-law with strength and spirit!

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The author adds:

Li Yao: Show some respect, I'm amazing!

Meng shi, Yunzhu: Enough! Keep quiet!