PFC Chapter 94 What is Lin Qianqian doing in the study?!
Chapter 94 What is Lin Qianqian doing in the study?!
Su Wan'er hunched over her desk, her pen moving mechanically across the paper, her delicate handwriting gradually becoming messy. As she continued copying, her eyes grew increasingly filled with despair, her brows furrowed tightly, and her inner turmoil surged like a tidal wave. Finally, she threw the pen down hard, ink splattering onto the paper like a ruined painting.
Thinking of Lin Qianqian, Su Wan'er became even angrier and couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Lin Qianqian, what a hypocrite! What kind of good person are you pretending to be? You just want to win favor with the Empress Dowager, making me copy this endlessly. Do you really think you're some kind of virtuous and gentle model? Bah!" Her voice was not loud, but it was full of resentment and disdain, as if she wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction in her heart.
"Ugh~ I'm not copying anymore! It's so sour!" she suddenly shouted, throwing the brush aside, pouting, and soothing her delicate hands before standing up to leave.
Seeing this, Huan'er frowned and asked with concern, "Your Highness, where are you going?"
Su Wan'er muttered disdainfully, "I'm going to find the Prince!"
Huan'er stopped her and gently comforted her, "Your Highness, but you haven't finished copying the palace rules yet... Your Highness, what are you doing~" Before she could finish speaking, Su Wan'er handed her the thick book of palace rules.
"I, the princess, order you to finish copying this before I return!" With that, she swaggered away.
"Ahhh...Your Highness..." Huan'er looked bewildered, staring at the thick stack of papers, feeling like it was about to crumble, yet utterly helpless...
On the other side, Murong Yi sat upright in his study. A thick book of palace rules lay before him, his wolf-hair brush dipped in ink, meticulously copying each character. His brow was slightly furrowed, his gaze focused and solemn, daring not to slacken in the slightest. Each character he wrote seemed to be an inscription of reverence for the Empress Dowager and a reflection on his own mistakes. The only sound in the study was the soft scratching of the brush on the paper, a quiet atmosphere imbued with an air of rigorous composure.
At this moment, Lin Qianqian walked gracefully towards the study. She had something on her mind and wanted to ask Murong Yi for help. When she entered the study, she saw Murong Yi completely focused on copying the palace rules. He didn't even look up, and his brows were furrowed. He seemed to be deeply troubled by the strict regulations of the palace rules and had become so engrossed in them that he forgot to eat and sleep.
Seeing this, Lin Qianqian's steps faltered instantly, a pang of reluctance rising in her heart. She bit her lower lip lightly, a hint of hesitation and struggle flashing in her eyes, silently pondering: to disturb them now would not be the right thing to do. With that thought, she quietly turned around, her robes fluttering lightly, and slowly departed, leaving only a receding figure, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the room and Murong Yi's focus.
As Lin Qianqian emerged from the study, she was spotted by Su Wan'er. A flash of resentment and suspicion crossed Su Wan'er's eyes. Her eyebrows arched, and her face, already contorted with anger from copying palace rules, twisted even more. A sneer curled her lips, her gaze seeming to burn holes in Lin Qianqian's back, as if she were certain that Lin Qianqian was up to something shady in the study.
Su Wan'er moved gracefully, slowly approaching the study. She saw Murong Yi's deeply furrowed brows, intently copying text, and a subtle, wicked smile crept onto her lips. Then, she moved closer with an elegant gait, her expression instantly changing to one of gentleness and virtue, her voice soft and melodious, like a nightingale's song, calling out, "Your Highness~"
Hearing the soft call, Murong Yi looked up and saw Su Wan'er. His previously furrowed brows relaxed slightly. He put down his pen, his eyes showing tenderness and concern, and gently replied, "Wan'er~ Why are you here? Are you tired from copying?"
Su Wan'er moved gracefully to Murong Yi's side, turned slightly to the side, gently took his arm, and rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes glistened with tears, like brimming autumn water, carrying a hint of grievance, a touch of coquettishness, and a dash of dependence. She said in a sweet voice, "Your Highness, the palace rules are so complicated. My wrists are aching from copying them. I was worried about you working so hard here alone, so I wanted to keep you company." After speaking, she pouted her red lips slightly and gently shook Murong Yi's arm, looking every bit the part of him who was trying to win his favor.
Murong Yi raised his eyes, his gaze like a deep, gentle lake, overflowing with doting affection and tenderness. He gently raised his hand, his slender fingers softly brushing away a stray strand of hair from Su Wan'er's forehead. Then he leaned down slightly, bringing his lips close to her ear, his voice as gentle as the warmest spring breeze, and said softly, "Wan'er, you've worked hard~" After saying that, he embraced Su Wan'er.
Su Wan'er blinked her big, watery eyes, bit her lower lip lightly, and continued to probe casually, "Your Highness, has anyone been here just now?" As she spoke, her gaze was fixed on Murong Yi, trying to catch a clue from his expression.
Murong Yi slowly shook his head, his face full of confusion, his brows tightly furrowed. His eyes were sincere and pure as he gazed at Su Wan'er and said softly, "I was only focused on copying the palace rules and didn't notice who had come. Why do you ask this, Wan'er? Is there something that has aroused your suspicion?"
Su Wan'er's heart tightened suddenly, and a hint of guilt crept into her eyes. She hurriedly shook her head, but still managed to force a smile on her face, and said quickly, "No, nothing... Wan'er was just worried about Your Highness! I was afraid that some irrelevant people would disturb Your Highness and affect your copying of the palace rules." As she spoke, her hands unconsciously tightened slightly on the hem of her clothes, and her eyes darted away, not daring to meet Murong Yi's gaze for too long.
Murong Yi's lips curved into a gentle smile, a smile as warm as the spring sun. Then he stretched out his strong arms and pulled Su Wan'er tightly into his embrace, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body. Su Wan'er's cheek was pressed against his chest, and she could clearly hear his steady and powerful heartbeat, a sound like a silent comfort and promise.
Nestled in Murong Yi's arms, Su Wan'er pondered to herself: [Why did Lin Qianqian come to the study out of nowhere? Did she want to slander him to the Prince, or did she have some other motive? Could it be that she wanted to take advantage of me while I was copying the palace rules to gain favor with the Prince and seek personal gain? With such cunning, will the Prince be bewitched by her? Hmph~ Impossible, absolutely impossible!] She unconsciously tightened her embrace around Murong Yi.