Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 928: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official 1

Lingyao suppressed the smile that was rising in her eyes and rolled up the two paintings from Xuan Yanjing and took them away.

"Tomorrow's class will still be at this time today."

After Lingyao said this, she turned on her toes and prepared to leave. Xuan Yanjing was still a little slow to react. Looking at her back as she walked out, he subconsciously followed her for two steps, then quickly stopped, flicked his sleeves and hummed.

"Playing hard to get!"

Don't think that he doesn't know these things just because he hasn't had much contact with women since he was a child. He has also read many picture books and books.

Did she think that by deliberately retreating in order to advance, she could attract more of his attention?

It's impossible!

Xuan Yanjing stared at the figure walking away outside with his dark eyes for a few seconds, then walked out of Wenhua Hall.

Without even turning his head, he gave the order to Xiao Fuzi who was following him.

"Please remove all the extra chopsticks and stools!"

Xiao Fuzi bowed and nodded repeatedly in agreement, but he was a little confused. Didn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince specifically instruct that one more person be prepared for dinner today? He thought that the extra portion was for Concubine Wen.

Although Wen Shang Gong is the Imperial Noble Consort's person, she has helped His Royal Highness the Crown Prince today. Seeing that she is teaching His Royal Highness how to write, she is serious about it. It is normal for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to give her a dinner.

But since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had made all the preparations, why didn’t he call Concubine Wen when she left just now?

But Xiao Fuzi didn't dare to ask, and could only wonder in her heart. After all, it seemed that His Highness was not in a very good mood.

Lingyao returned to her residence, and Chuntao quickly brought her dinner. Just as Lingyao was about to eat, she was called away by the imperial concubine's servants.

He said he was inviting her to have dinner together.

When a royal concubine invites a female official to dinner, she naturally has to go.

Lingyao thought it would be a waste if she didn't eat it, so she started eating as soon as the food was served.

The Imperial Noble Concubine has gained weight recently, so she is on a diet. She only peeled a lychee. The round and juicy lychee flesh was like a ball of jade, crystal clear, and was put into the Imperial Noble Concubine's mouth.

He ate the lychee slowly, spit the shell into the hand of the palace maid serving beside him, and then looked up at Lingyao.

"Lady Shang Gong, I heard that the Crown Prince was injured at the horse ranch today? How serious is the injury?"

Lingyao swallowed the food in her mouth, her voice as if soaked in warm water, neither anxious nor impatient.

"Yes, it's nothing serious."

The Imperial Concubine nodded without saying anything, waiting for Lingyao to continue.

After waiting for a long time, Lingyao showed no intention of continuing to speak, and even seemed to be about to start eating again.

The imperial concubine leaned on a soft couch covered with white fox fur, twisting a freshly peeled lychee between her fingertips but not putting it into her mouth.

She only chuckled through her nose: "It seems that Lady Shang Gong is really hungry today. Why don't you tell me more about the Crown Prince's injury?"

Afraid Lingyao still didn't understand, she pointed it out directly, "I heard that the Third Prince, the First Prince, and the Fifth Prince were also at the horse farm today. In your opinion, does this matter have anything to do with these three princes?"

Shouldn't she know best whether it matters or not?

Lingyao thought so in her heart, but she said: "The prince doesn't think so."

Lingyao gave the answer that the imperial concubine wanted in just a few words.

She just wanted to know whether what happened today made Xuan Yanjing think of the princes.

The eldest prince and the fifth prince are not a big deal, but the third prince is the only prince born to the imperial concubine, and she has high hopes for him.

The Third Prince is a virtuous and talented gentleman both in front of the Emperor and in the hearts of his subjects. Even though the Emperor has long been disappointed with the Crown Prince and doesn't care about him anymore, the Imperial Noble Consort still doesn't want any bad words about the Third Prince to reach the Emperor's ears.

Before Lingyao left, the Imperial Concubine gave her one last word of advice.

"Keep a close eye on the Crown Prince and don't let him tell the Emperor about his injury. The Emperor is busy with his affairs, and I don't want him to worry about such trivial matters. I have a bottle of medicine here. Please give it to the Crown Prince so that he can recover well..."

Almost a condescending tone.

After Lingyao had eaten and drunk her fill, she left the Imperial Concubine's palace and headed towards the princes' residences.

Lingyao guessed that what happened today had nothing to do with the Third Prince, and it must have been done by the First Prince who had encouraged Xuan Yanjing to ride a horse in the first place.

The fifth prince is tall and simple-minded, and is the type that can easily be used as a tool.

But Lingyao still took care of each one according to their importance, after all, it was a matter of convenience.

The three princes did not live close to each other, and Lingyao had to avoid the eyes and ears of others. When she finished her work and returned to her residence, the moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and everything was quiet.

As soon as she pushed the door open, she bumped into Chuntao who was squatting at the door, which scared her.

Fortunately, Lingyao calmed down in time, kept her composure, and asked in a cold voice, "Why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

Chuntao was relieved to see Lingyao return safely.

"My Lord, I'm fine. It's just that she left without having dinner. I don't know if she needs to eat again, so I've been waiting here."

Lingyao waved her hand and asked her to take away the cold food, and also told her to prepare water for bathing.

Chuntao was efficient and quickly cleared the food and prepared the water.

Seeing that she was very efficient, Lingyao took out two silver ingots from the purse hanging on her pocket and gave them to her.

Chun Tao was shocked: "My Lady Shang Gong, this is too much."

Two ingots of silver weighed a total of ten taels, and the monthly salary of a palace maid of Chuntao's level was only one tael of silver. These ten taels were almost equivalent to her annual salary.

Lingyao placed the silver directly on the table: "If you don't want it, just throw it away."

Chuntao pinched the corner of her clothes and looked at the silver and Lingyao again and again. Finally, she took the silver in her hand and thanked her gratefully.

Lingyao waved her hand, signaling her to go down. She wanted to take a shower and rest. It was already time for her to go to bed.

After Lingyao took a bath, Chuntao turned off the last lamp. The chirping of insects outside the eaves became clearer with the emergence of darkness, and the sound of insects chirped and hummed slowly flowed in through the window.

……

The next day.

A hint of hazy white just filtered through the window paper. The copper bells on the eaves were still soaked in morning dew, hanging down weakly, and even the wind only made a faint tinkling sound.

Xuan Yanjing suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body was wet, he was having a nightmare again.

His dreams are often very chaotic and complicated, and sometimes he himself doesn't even know what the things in the dreams are about.

But every time I wake up, my chest feels tight and I need to breathe heavily.

The back of my nightgown was soaked with sweat, sticking to my body and freezing cold. The fear from the dream had not yet dissipated, and my heart was pounding against my chest, and even my fingertips were numb.

The sound of the wind outside the window blew the fallen leaves across the window frame, making a rustling sound. To him, it sounded like the footsteps chasing him in his dream, knocking on his heart again and again.

He couldn't help but shrink into the quilt and bury his face in the pillow, but he still couldn't stop shaking, and even his breathing was trembling.

Xuan Yanjing stayed in bed for the entire morning without even having breakfast.

Although Xiao Fuzi, who was guarding outside the door, was anxious, he had already gotten used to Xuan Yanjing's condition.

Until Lingyao arrived at Xuan Yanjing's residence on time, she only saw Xiao Fuzi who came to explain.

"Sir, our Crown Prince is feeling unwell today. We may need to cancel today's lectures. Thank you for your trouble in coming here in vain."