dtnovels Chapter 95 The Rumor is Wrong
Chapter 95 The Rumor is Wrong
The sunlight, like a pair of gentle hands, softly caressed Yun Juan's tightly closed eyes.
The warm, bright light streamed through the window and shone mercilessly on her face.
Yun Juan frowned slightly in her sleep, as if she could sense the unusual heat.
Gradually, she awoke from her daze, but the moment she opened her eyes, a strong sense of disorientation washed over her.
"Where...where am I?" Yun Juan murmured to herself, blinking hard to clear her vision.
The room was unfamiliar, with pale blue bed curtains swaying gently, as if telling some secret.
She sat up somewhat blankly, rubbing her temples, her thoughts still immersed in the memories of the previous moment.
"Wait a minute, I remember I was in a teahouse listening to a storyteller talk about a domineering CEO falling in love with me. How did I end up in bed in the blink of an eye?" Yun Juan was filled with doubt and unease. She looked around and found a bouquet of beautiful flowers on the table next to the bed, emitting a charming fragrance.
The clear chirping of birds drifted in from outside the window, and a gentle breeze rustled through the curtains, bringing a touch of coolness.
But these beautiful sights did not alleviate her anxiety; instead, they made her feel that something was wrong.
"Qinghe! Qinghe!" Yun Juan shouted at the top of her lungs, her urgent voice seeming to break through the roof and echo throughout the entire courtyard.
At this moment, Qinghe was squatting in a corner of the yard outside the house, with a large wooden basin in front of her, filled with clothes and soapberry water.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of fair hands that were slightly rough from years of labor, and carefully washed each piece of clothing.
Upon hearing her young mistress's familiar yet somewhat anxious voice, Qinghe immediately stopped what she was doing and hastily wiped her wet hands on the coarse cloth clothes that had already faded from washing.
Then, without bothering to tidy her slightly messy hair, she hurriedly got up and ran into the house with quick steps.
As soon as Qinghe stepped into the room, she saw Yun Juan lying on the bed, looking expectantly at the door. She quickly walked over to the bedside and asked with concern, "Miss, you're finally awake? How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"
Yesterday's events were as hazy and unclear as smoke. Yun Juan rubbed her still somewhat dizzy head and murmured to herself, full of doubt, "Yesterday... how exactly did I get back?"
She tried hard to recall everything that had happened before, and only remembered that she had heard the news about that person in a teahouse. Later, for some reason, she suddenly became agitated and rushed into the street without thinking. After that, it was as if the events were shrouded in a thick fog, and she could not remember them no matter what she did!
Just then, the maid Qinghe rushed forward and said anxiously, "Yesterday? Yesterday, the Prince himself carried you back! Miss, do you know how terrified Qinghe was yesterday!"
At this point, Qinghe couldn't help but gently wipe away the tears welling up in her eyes with a handkerchief.
Her voice trembled slightly as she continued, "When we learned that you had gone out into the street all by yourself, everyone was very worried."
I searched everywhere, fearing that something might have happened to you.
Fortunately, the prince finally found you. Seeing that you were unconscious, he picked you up without saying a word and rushed back to the mansion.
Throughout the journey, the prince's tense and worried expression made everyone feel his care and concern for you.
Upon returning home, they immediately summoned a doctor to treat you and stayed by your bedside until they were sure you were out of danger before leaving.
Miss, please don't scare us like that again!
Just then, Qingmiao, who was steadily carrying a bowl of steaming, fragrant chicken soup, walked in slowly. After hearing what Yun Juan said, she nodded in deep agreement.
Her delicate face was filled with worry and lingering fear as she murmured, "Yes, our young lady really scared all of us yesterday!"
Yun Juan, sitting on the bed, frowned slightly, her gaze falling on Qing He, who was standing to the side, because she had keenly noticed the way Qing He addressed the man earlier—"Your Highness."
The name kept swirling in her mind, causing her to feel a sense of doubt and speculation.
Could it be... could it be that the person I dreamed about last night was really Murong Qian?
I dreamt last night that he was chasing me. Could this not be a dream?
Thinking of this, Yun Quan's heart beat faster involuntarily, and a faint blush quietly rose on her cheeks.
"Uh... I won't do it again! I lost my composure!" Yun Quan's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, like ripe apples. She lowered her head, her eyes flickering, and dared not meet anyone's gaze. She looked extremely embarrassed and ashamed.
"Miss, the Prince suffered so much! His eyes were red when he left! He stayed with you until the middle of the night!" Qinghe, seemingly oblivious to Yun Juan's embarrassment, continued talking to herself.
She frowned slightly and sighed softly, as if she was still immersed in yesterday's memories.
Last night, the night was as dark as ink, and the entire Prime Minister's residence was shrouded in silence.
Our courtyard was brightly lit, and the Prince stayed by your bedside the whole time, never leaving your side.
His handsome face was filled with worry and heartache, his deep eyes fixed on you, as if afraid to miss any subtle change.
As Qinghe spoke, she gestured with her hands to describe the scene, becoming more and more excited as she spoke.
Time passed by, and the prince quietly stayed by your side until the first light of dawn appeared in the east. Only then did he drag his exhausted body away.
As I was leaving, I clearly saw that his eyes, which were usually full of confidence and authority, had become red and swollen, and there seemed to be traces of tears that had not yet dried.
"Oh dear, Miss, just tell me, how much this prince cares for you!" Qinghe shook her head as she said this, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
In fact, not only Qinghe, but even Qingmiao had never seen Murong Qian look like this before.
Previously, when they heard that their young lady had been betrothed to the powerful and renowned regent, they were truly worried for her.
After all, the rumors surrounding this regent were far from benevolent, and his ruthless reputation was terrifying. They had been deeply worried about this matter, losing sleep over it, fearing that their young mistresses would suffer endless grievances and torment after marrying into the family.
However, what happened before their eyes was completely unexpected.
The seemingly cold and ruthless regent was surprisingly gentle, considerate, and caring towards his young lady.
This made Qinghe and Qingmiao secretly sigh, it seems that the rumors about the regent were just rumors after all.
Now that they have witnessed firsthand the prince's deep affection for the young lady, their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, can finally be put down a little.