CH 13

He rarely restrained himself in front of Ming Zhu. Gently lifting her chin, his dark pupils gazed at the flush staining the young girl's cheeks. The force on his fingers gradually deepened and forcing her to slightly open her lips, he kissed her.

Chapter 13

(5.2)

When the maids brought the freshly boiled ginger soup into the room, they all kept their heads down, their eyes not daring to look around.

Zhao Zhi ordered them all to get out.

The door of the room was closed tightly, and the snowy wind outside was shut out.

"Drink the ginger soup, it'll drive away the cold."

Ming Zhu's face furrowed into a small bun, negotiating with him in a soft voice, "Can I not drink it? I'm not even sick."

She hated ginger, and even more so when it was used to make a soup, it tasted so spicy it was unbearable.

As she finished her words, she raised her eyes to look at him and saw that the man's face looked as usual, cold as white snow. He was sitting before the table, unmoving. He cast a bland glance towards her, emitting an invisible and intangible oppressive feeling.

"You've just been exposed to the wind, don't maltreat your body."

Ming Zhu didn't feel that her body was so weak that she couldn't be exposed to the wind, and besides she didn't even stand that long in the snow before he grabbed and brought her back inside.

Unwilling to drink, she kept her head down and did not speak, using silence to express her resistance.

Zhao Zhi did not seem to be annoyed, after a few seconds of silence, he picked up the ginger soup in front of him and held the spoon, "Come here, I'll feed you."

Seeing him holding the bowl, Ming Zhu's heart tightened. Somehow, the scene of her death during her past life overlapped. In her previous life, he might as well had personally fed her the medicine to force her to die. Maybe then she would have experienced a more straightforward death.

Unable to argue with him, she lowered her face and said in a sullen voice, "I'll drink it myself."

Zhao Zhi raised his eyebrows, his expression cold, but he didn't say anything else and just handed her the bowl in his hand.

Ming Zhu furrowed her brows as she finished the bowl of ginger soup, and then looked at Zhao Zhi, but did not know what to say.

She grabbed the hem of her skirt, her body tense as she sat on edge, uneasy.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhi did not stay longer. He wasn't an idle person and even if he found the time to come to Wangyue Pavilion, he also had go to the study to deal with official business.

After Zhao Zhi left, Ming Zhu let out a long sigh of relief.

Biying walked in with light steps and asked, " Miss, did you reconcile with His Highness?"

Ming Zhu's words were evasive, "We never argued."

In any case, Biying stopped worrying, as long as His Highness was still willing to come over, it meant that the miss wasn't out of favor.

Apart from being happy, Biying also felt a bit sad. She looked at her with a sympathetic gaze and could not help but sigh in her heart, the news that the crown prince was going to marry a side consort was spreading all over and she didn't know how and where miss Ming Zhu would end up in the future.

Ming Zhu just drank ginger soup and there was still a lingering spicy taste in her mouth, she had to drink two glasses of water to finally get rid of the taste.

Biying suddenly said, "Miss, this slave will help you change your dress."

Ming Zhu didn't quite understand, her round black eyes looked at her without blinking, "The outfit I have on now is already pretty."

Biying smiled, "The prince is staying over tonight, have you forgotten that liuxian dress from last time ?"

She pondered for a moment and then said, "I'm not changing, it's cold."

Inside the room, there was always charcoal burning, it was very warm and actually not cold at all. This was only a pretext that Ming Zhu used because she didn't want to change her clothes.

Biying's intentions weren't bad, she just wanted to help, as much as possible, miss Ming Zhu to keep His Highness here for a few more days.

Ming Zhu knew that Zhao Zhi was staying here tonight. She let out a low sigh as a faint sadness lingered on her face.

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She took advantage of the maidservant's absence to take out all the jewelry that Zhao Zhi had gifted her before and made an inventory of it. There were silver hairpins and golden ornaments, as well as many rare trinkets. She looked at the pile of treasures and thought of finding an opportunity to pawn them for money.

But going out was harder than climbing the sky for her.

From the time she was carried into Wangyue Pavilion, she never set foot outside the doors of this place. To say it was house arrest would not be an exaggeration. Sometimes she couldn't figure out why Zhao Ahi was keeping watch on her more severely than he would a prisoner.

To carry out her plan, she had to find an opportunity to get out, rather than remain locked up here and sitting around, waiting to die.

Biying was outside the room, knocking on the door, "Miss."

Ming Zhu flinched as if she was a thief and immediately hid the precious jewelry she collected in the closet. She adjusted her breathing before saying, "What is it?"

Biying said, "His Highness had someone bring Ah Rou back."

Ming Zhu was overjoyed and hurriedly opened the door of the room. Seeing the skinny little girl behind Biying, her eyes instantly turned sour.

Ah Ruo's eyes were red and she choked on her words, "Miss."

Ming Zhu wiped the tears off her face, "Don't cry, in the future, I will definitely not let anyone bully you."

Ah Rou did not feel wronged at all, it was the miss who gave her this life, she didn't regret anything.