His Rui

She knew that her mistress was angry at her. Even though she knew that she was not at fault, she still felt bad for making her mistress feel annoyed before the beginning of a big festival.

The thing that happened is like this.

Yesterday, she had asked her mistress to choose the dress she would wear in the banquet. However, these days her mistress seemed to be bent on learning painting and ignored her pleadings. In the end, she sighed helplessly and chose a dress for her mistress.

It was a very beautiful dress and she had thought that her mistress would praise her for having a better eye, however, never had Daiyu expected her mistress to shout at her as soon as she looked at the dress.

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"Why did you choose a blue-colored dress?"

Her mistress had said while looking at her with wide eyes.

She didn\'t know what to say. How could she?

Even until now, she had not understood the reason behind her mistress\' anger but Daiyu knew that her mistress must have a very valid reason for her behavior. It must be her who committed a big mistake.

And she was grateful that her mistress wore the dress in the end or should she say that there was no time to prepare another dress so her mistress had to wear it in the end.

However, she didn\'t understand why did her mistress asked her to pass the message to Eunuch Zhang that she would meet the second prince at the entrance of the banquet hall only.

As Daiyu thought all this, she suddenly saw the second Prince walking towards her mistress elegantly followed by Eunuch Zhang.

She almost screamed with excitement when she saw the startled face of the second Prince looking at her mistress.

Only now Daiyu remembered that according to the rumors in Xinhe Palace, blue color was the Second Prince\'s favorite color.

Did her mistress scold her because of this?

Lin Daiyu smiled meaningfully and thought that if this good work of hers that she had done unknowingly can solve the problems between the Prince and her mistress then she is ready to be scolded hundred times again.

Seeing the prince coming closer, she hurriedly lowered her head and minimized her presence.

Zhao Zhang Wei smiled politely at the ministers who greeted him. After he had spoken in favor of Li Clan in the Imperial Court, several ministers who used to pass by him silently had now suddenly started to flatter him.

Zhao Zhang Wei also let the small things from the past slide and behaved with them quite politely.

Everyone has their own selfishness.

The ministers felt the wind turning in his direction so they were now with him and he wants the wind to remain in his direction so he would need them.

As he turned his head to his right to acknowledge the greeting of the other minister, his gaze stopped at a figure standing in the corner.

There were many people around him walking in the large hall and entering the banquet hall but he didn\'t seem to hear anything.

Everything seemed to have turned silent at this moment.

\'Qingqing\'

Zhao Zhang Wei murmured as he looked at his wangfei who was standing alone with her head lowered.

The beautiful blue dress hugged her small frame. Her long black hairs, held by the hairpin, were running down her back reaching her waist.

For a moment he thought that she could hear him as she raised her head the next moment and looked at him straight.

His breath hitched in his throat when those innocent black eyes met with his phoenix ones.

He didn\'t move his eyes away from her as his feet moved forward slowly in her direction.

When he finally reached near her, he subconsciously stretched out his hand in front of her. Startled, Yi Huiqing started at the slender fingers.

She didn\'t know what to do.

Should she place her hand in his hand?

Somehow it felt that if she did that, she was going back to her past self who had suffered his gentle indifference silently for the four years.

But could she refuse?

"Why are you hesitating?"

Zhao Zhang Wei didn\'t stop himself this time from asking the question that rose in his heart. The hesitation on her face was pricking his heart like thorns.

Yi Huiqing stared at the man in front of him silently.

Why was she hesitating?

How should she answer his question? Should she tell him the truth or should she just shut her mouth and walk in hand in hand with him silently?

She was afraid to do both things.

If she went the first way and told him the truth behind her behavior then she was afraid that he would tell her a new story. He would make her believe him again. And she was afraid that she would foolishly believe him.

And then all of this would snatch all of her willpower with which she was still trying to manage herself and her sorrow.

After seeing his actions from the past month, his gentleness only seemed to be a mask that was hiding his true face.

When he brought a physician to check her even after knowing that she was lying, when he tried to force himself on her two times, she had understood that she could do nothing in front of him.

As long as he wanted, he could burst the bubble of happiness she lived in. Because in the end, he was the man she had loved once.

All of his actions greatly affected her fragile heart.

And if she walked hand in hand with him forgetting everything then she would not be able to forgive herself. Her nights were still filled with the dreams for her child\'s blood.

She had suffered so much. Her child died before even coming to this world then why should she still try to please him.

Both the things seemed to be out of option at this moment.

Yi Huiqing stood there fighting with her thoughts and Zhao Zhang Wei continued to look at her still with his stretched-out hand.

The moment was disturbed by a voice that only made Yi Huiqing sigh in relief and leaving Zhao Zhang Wei disappointed.

"Jiejie."