Gu Ying chuckled, "Two younger sisters with different fathers?"
Jiang Yin's face was as still as water, staring fixedly at Gu Ying's fair and beautiful little face, only feeling that smile was extremely glaring, "Gu Ying, what on earth...what exactly do you want to do?!"
Gu Ying also looked at his fierce, angry eyebrows, and bent over slightly with a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth.
With such a close face-to-face.
Jiang Yin could even see the soft fluff on her cheeks that belonged to a young girl, her porcelain-white skin so fine that it was almost poreless, smooth and slippery...making his lower abdomen a burst of heat.
He raised his eyelids, and the familiar feminine scent lingered around his nostrils, and her nose, turned white and red from the cold, was right in front of him.
Countless tangled, intertwined threads in his mind tightened instantly, painfully blanking his temples, and after a moment, those fragmented memories came flooding back.
His heart felt as if it was being gnawed at by thousands of insects...and hurt unbearably.
Gu Ying stared at his pained expression and lowered her voice almost to his ear, "Brother-in-law, are you satisfied with your official position today?"
In the pitch-black night, all he could hear was the howling wind.
Jiang Yin's pupils contracted slightly, a twinge of pain in his heart, "Gu Ying...did you have a hand in this?"
Gu Ying stood up with a shallow smile, "Yin Lan, let's go."
Yin Lan had a brisk smile at the corner of her mouth, "Yes, miss."
Such an understated attitude made Jiang Yin's eyes bulge in anger, the rims turning red.
He stretched out his big hand, wanting to grab Gu Ying.
How could Gu Ying let him have his way? A sharp dagger slid out of her sleeve and flashed white. Blood trickled down Jiang Yin's arm.
"What makes you think I'd let you get near me again?" Gu Ying's eyes were icy cold, her voice extremely cold, carrying a chilling, bloodthirsty sharpness, "Next time, if you dare touch a single hair of mine again, I will take your dog life."
Jiang Ling'er was already dumbfounded.
Coming to her senses, she covered Jiang Yin's bleeding wound with one hand, and angrily yelled, "Second sister, you are so cruel!"
Gu Ying looked down on them from above, her tone breezy and light, "Just wait, there's more cruelty to come."
With that said, she left without waiting for Jiang Yin and Jiang Ling'er's reactions.
"Brother..."
Jiang Ling'er didn't know why Gu Ying went against her and her brother over and over again.
She was extremely frightened, and after the fear came hatred, hatred that Gu Ying was better than her in every way, hatred that Gu Ying could provoke emotional fluctuations in her brother.
She shakily turned her face and saw that her brother's eyes were surging with undercurrents, all shadows of Gu Ying's back, her heart almost shattered.
"Bro..."
Jiang Yin's gaze was gloomy...the pain in his arm sobered him up.
"Alright, Gu Ying." His lips curled up faintly, his pitch-black pupils profound and sinister, "I insist on fighting you to the death."
...
Gu Ying felt extremely refreshed. Braving the wind and snow, she laughed and chatted with Yin Lan all the way back to Dusk Snow Lodge.
"Yin Lan, guess if big sister will get the message I gave her tomorrow?"
"If she still doesn't, this servant will go knock on her head with Rouge again."
"I deliberately injured Jiang Ling'er like this. With Jiang Yin's affection for Jiang Ling'er, he will certainly become estranged from big sister. No matter how silly big sister is, she can't be so dumb that she can't even see through such a petty trick."
"Should this servant go out with Dou Kou now to let Laurel Pavilion people see the truth?"
"No need. Let Rouge handle this, don't let her always silly appearance fool you, she is very capable at getting things done."
"Hahaha, miss is right."
Pushing open the door, a wave of warmth hit them.
Gu Ying was just laughing and telling Yin Lan to fetch a pot of plum blossom brew to drink a little, when she looked up and saw a upright, cold figure sitting in the room.
Her smile froze, and she stood still for quite a while before realizing she wasn't seeing things. "Prince, what are you doing here?"
How much did he hear of what they were saying just now?
What would he think of her?
It was so late, this was still her boudoir.
He was from a prestigious family after all, the Zhao Family was once one of the great families of Jianbei, how could he not follow any rules?
They weren't even married yet, but he was already treating her room as his own home. If they really got married...he wouldn't go back on the gentleman's agreement they made earlier, would he?
Yin Lan smiled and understandingly closed the door to give them privacy.
Zhao Changdu turned and looked up at her cheerful appearance. He beckoned to her, "Gu Ying, come here."
Feeling his burning gaze look her up and down, Gu Ying felt uneasy.
His way of talking to her like she was a child made her feel a little uncomfortable. Looking at the man's coldly elegant, deep and profound eyebrows, she couldn't guess what he was thinking either.
She sighed softly and compromised, walking over to stand in front of him.
Just as she awkwardly prepared to sit down on the stool next to him, the man firmly grabbed her wrist.
Gu Ying's long lashes fluttered, her small hand stiffened, "Your Highness, what are you doing..."
Zhao Changdu expressionlessly said, "Nothing, come, let me see the wound on your hand."
As he spoke, he reached out his long arm and hooked the young lady's slender waist into his embrace.
Feeling the stiffness of the person in his arms, he smiled and said, "Why are you so nervous? I just saw you come back with a cold body from outside and wanted to warm you up."
His warm big hand turned over her fair, white wrist. There was a thin cut there, accidentally made when she dealt with Jiang Yin earlier.
Zhao Changdu's gaze deepened slightly, his tone a little cold, "Although this wound is not serious, it's best not to leave a scar."
The pad of his finger fell on the wound, tingling.
How could Gu Ying not feel nervous?
She was inherently afraid of a man's touch. Now sitting in his arms with her face chalk white, even through the thick clothes, she could feel the scorching heat of his body. And she just happened to be sitting in an extremely awkward spot...
Her ears instantly turned crimson, and she frowned lightly, "I'm not cold. Why are you in my room so late at night, Your Highness?"
"I came to see."
He couldn't say what he came to see. He just thought of Gu Ying on his way back from the court when he saw the empty Changfeng Lodge.
Although her courtyard wasn't big, it had a vague warmth.
He remembered the scent of incense on the curtains in her room was light plum blossom, and he remembered every layout in the room, simple colors, tidy and clean.
It made him crave that indistinct warm fragrance.
It was just that when he came, he saw she had gone out. He also happened to see a good show in front of the study.
Gu Ying still had that unicorn dagger he gave her in her sleeve. Hearing this, she also guessed he probably saw everything, and was momentarily tongue-tied. "I...I'm fine."
It was Jiang Yin who wasn't fine.
Seeing her tense all over, Zhao Changdu knew the young lady still didn't accept him, so he let her go a little.
Gu Ying seized this chance and escaped from his embrace like a cat to sit on the stool.
Zhao Changdu glanced at her lightly, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, "Give me your hand."
