Chapter 104
Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess
Yuan Qingping went back home, and before she left, she hugged Yuan Qingling and said softly, âThank you. My sisterâ
The call of sister softened Yuan Qinglingâs heart.
She deliberated for a long time and felt that she could not agree with what Yu Wenhao had said.
âIs Yu Wenhao in the Prince Yuâs residence?â She asked the nurse.
âYes, in the schoolroom.â
âIâll go over to him.â Yuan Qingling straightened her dress and went out.
The dusk was sinking, and the courtyard felt quiet and soft as it was tinted with a layer of twilight.
Todayâs robbery has given Yuan Qingling a sense of truly living in the times she lives in, rather than simply living.
When she came to the room, just as the maid brought the meal to the door, Yuan Qingling said softly, âIâll do it!â
The servant girl bent over, âYes!â
Yuan Qingling went in with the meal, and two candles were lit in the room, swaying in the wind but dull.
He was practicing his calligraphy at his desk, and there were many scraps of paper on the floor, so Yuan Qingling stepped over and saw the word âtoleranceâ written on every piece of paper.
When he heard the footsteps, he looked up. Under the jump of the candle, his face was clear but blurred. The corners of his eyes and the tips of his eyebrows were arched, and he looked solemn.
The scar that coiled from the corner of his eye to the side of his ear added a bit of a stern look.
âWhat are you doing here?â Yu Wenhao put down his pen and said coldly.
Yuan Qingling put the food down on the table with the eight immortals pattern and walked over, âItâs time to eat.â
âNo, take it away!â Yu Wenhao frowned.
She stood on a sheet of forbearance, her hands with nowhere to rest, hanging down and crossing them in front of her, âLetâs talk about it.â
âFor Lord Huiding? Thereâs nothing to talk about. I have decided.â He said coldly.
Yuan Qingling slowly walked over and stood opposite the desk to look at him, and said sincerely, âTolerance, it is not necessary, perhaps many things should be forbearance many times, but this forbearance also has to have a bottom line that can no longer endure, otherwise it will completely lose the temperament of being a human being. I do not care what people talk about me, I only care whether the evil is punished. â
âYou donât care? Itâs okay to say it, but when the rumor is added, it is hard to bear?â He was a man who had suffered all kinds of evil words this year, and those words were heartbreaking to the mind.
âI can, I donât care, because I have something I care about more in my heart.â
âSomething that cares more?â Yu Wenhao raised his eyes to look directly at her, âWhat is it?â
âFaith!â
âWhatâs your faith?â He rose in surprise, such words were not like Yuan Qingling could say.
âThe conviction of being born as a human being, not allowing evil to run rampant and ravage the world. Lord Huiding has brutalized many women, he is the representative of evil.â Yuan Qingling spoke with great benevolence and righteousness, but these words were not for Yu Wenhao but for him to relay to Emperor Mingyuan.
âSay something normal.â Yu Wenhao knew her and frowned.
Yuan Qinglingâs eyes were cold, âRevenge, he almost defiled me and tried to kill me. I canât ease my anger, and I canât stand such a bitch still living in this world.â
Yu Wenhaoâs expression eased a little and he said, âEven if you do as my words, he will not be able to survive for long. I had informed Leng Jingyan, and he will make some hints to Emperor Mingyuan at the appropriate time.â
âNo, there is no need to hint, since Emperor Mingyuan has appointed you as the Capital Mayor, he must want you to do something effectively, if you donât say something and just let Leng Jingyan hint, Emperor Mingyuan will think that you are too timid to take on this job.â
Yu Wenhao stared at her, âWho taught you to say these words?â
âIt is my inner words.â
âImpossible, you are not that shrewd in your mind.â
âIt is a personal attack and you should be a kind guy.â Yuan Qingling said.
Yu Wenhao reached out with one hand, wanting to pat her head out of habit, but remembering that she had an injury on the back of her head, his hand landed raw on her shoulder, âEat!â
Yuan Qingling said, âYou have to promise me first.â
âCut the crap and eat!â He took her wrist with one hand and yanked it over, âHave some with me.â
âIâve eaten it and had soup also.â
âThen serve my meal.â
âAs you command!â Yuan Qingling rolled her eyes.
He looked like he was starving, a meal, winding up and eating all without a grain of rice left.
âSo hungry, huh? Should I ask someone to make you some more?â She remembered that he ate in moderation, but he was so hungry that he ate like this.
âNo need, serve my dress, I want to go into the imperial palace to visit Emperor Mingyuan.â
Yuan Qingling jumped up and replied joyfully, âYes!â
The two of them went back to Wuthering Heights, Yuan Qingling opened the wardrobe, saw the clothes folded neatly, turned back to him, and asked, âWhich one do you want to wear?â
âThe official uniform!â He said in a bad-natured manner.
âOh!â She closed the wardrobe and went to the hanger to get the official uniform he had taken off on his return today, reaching out to touch the exquisite embroidery which was a symbol of power.
The purple robe girdled the waist, and the golden jade belt separated the top and bottom in perfect proportion.
With the official hat on, it was as if the manâs sharpness had been restrained and he was like a reliable man.
It was Yuan Qinglingâs first time serving him, and although the work of serving someone was tedious, she was happy to do it today.
Her words could not help but be frivolous, âYou are good-looking.â
âGet lost!â He glared at her.
âYes, in a moment.â She said curtly, not to offend him.
Yu Wenhaoâs eyebrows were tinted with a smirk, and he just glanced at Yuan Qingling obliquely.
Yuan Qinglingâs heartbeat, and looked at him in a daze.
â Are you crazy?â He didnât need her to wait for him to change his boots either and sat down to put them on himself.
Yuan Qingling came back to her senses, âNo, I was thinking about how I could make your scars fade a bit.â
âNo, I am not a pussy.â Yu Wenhao stood up and was half a head taller than her. She felt that she should be about 165 CM, based on a head of twenty-two CM, he should be about 185 CM, no more than 187 CM.
âThe height difference is obvious, and there are no high heels, so I am looked short when walking with him.â
âOh, go hell height calculation!â
After seeing Yu Wenhao out, Yuan Qingling slowly paced back to her room. She thought about following her into the imperial palace, but at this time she should be extremely scared, panicked and wounded, and had to recuperate in the mansion so that she would be pitiful enough.
But her mind could not be stilled either, remembering the moment when her heart had pounded, as if an electric current had run from her toes to her brain and then spread to all her limbs.
It was illogical.
Yu Wenhao is scum, he uses foul language at every turn, and his tone is never kind. One cannot be completely impressed with him, or even, past enmity, just because of occasional kindness.
The fact is, your emotion canât be so cheap, and a personâs heart canât be given freely.
She must be suffering from Stockholm syndrome, the most obvious symptom of this condition is to develop a sense of dependence and trust in those who have hurt her.
This is a disease that needs to be treated early.
And the cure is to develop a positive mindset and not give in to reality so easily. Understanding the perpetratorâs weaknesses waiting for the opportunity to launch a self-defensive counterattack, and creating a system that limits the perpetratorâs evil deeds.
After some majesty, she immediately softened up again that she didnât want to fight him at all. What should do then?
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