Chapter 45: Violet Crown
"It's not me, it's not me!" Xia Xue hastily waved her hands.
As soon as she caught a glimpse of Yuan Longqi's gaze, Xia Yu's expression turned sorrowful and she began to sob, tugging at the hem of her mother's clothes in distress. "Never mind, Mother, I think Fourth Sister might not have done it on purpose, she herself almost fell into the water and nearly lost her life just now. Never mind, no matter what, I am still her sister, even if she is heartless towards me, she is still my younger sister."
Finally, in the summer, some clues were heard, and the blood rushed up, causing the whole body to tremble. Good-hearted people treated her like a donkey's liver and lungs. When they saw her fall into the water, their first reaction was to stretch out their hands to pull her up. Unexpectedly, they didn't manage to pull her up but were instead pulled down by her. And at this moment, she actually accused them of wanting to harm her!
"Summer rain!" Xia Yang suddenly shouted loudly.
Silence. The long corridor suddenly became quiet and still.
Xia Yu stared at him in a daze, remembering that her big brother had never yelled at her like this before.
Xia Feng's eyelids drooped, hiding the emotions in his eyes. If it were before, he would have believed every word Er Jie said without a doubt, but now, he could clearly see every small and artificial expression on Er Jie's face. Xue Er never lied, so who was the one lying... He couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"It's cool here, let's send the two ladies back first." Yuan Longqi's warm voice rose in time, gently breaking the solid air.
One word wakes up the dreamer, Xia Yang no longer pays attention to others, and takes Xia Tian away.
Jing Fan stood frozen in place, her eyes closed, and two tears slipped down quietly. He just passed by her side with another woman in his arms, without stopping, without explanation, not even a glance at her.
The four madams supported Xia Yu on either side as they walked out of the waterside pavilion, and immediately servants came to hold up umbrellas for them. After walking a few steps, Xia Yu suddenly stopped again, slowly turned her head, and gazed at Yuan Longqi with a hesitant expression, her face flushing red as she softly said: "Your Highness, Rain is taking her leave." Her wet dress clung tightly to her body, revealing her slender and delicate curves.
Yuan Longqi's eyes were half-lowered in courtesy, his chin nodding with a smile: "Take care, miss."
Her heart felt a little sweet, and she couldn't help but take another glance at him before leaving contentedly.
"Phoenix Orchid!" Xia Yang kicked open the door and rushed past the screen with Xia Tian in his arms, heading straight for the bed.
Feng Lian and two little maidservants hastily followed, seeing that the two were completely soaked, they couldn't help but feel surprised and puzzled.
"Help Tian'er change his clothes, ask the kitchen to send over some ginger soup, and then go invite Qin Dafu over." Xiaoyang instructed in a non-stop tone.
"Yes, yes." Feng Liu sent the two maids away and fetched a change of clothes for Xia Tian. Looking at Xia Yang's robe which was still dripping with water, she said somewhat hesitantly: "Young Master, your clothes are also wet."
Xia Tian heard the sound, opened her eyes, and turned to look at him. Her small face, which had finally become rosy in recent days, was now pale as snow again. Xia Yang felt a pang of heartache, forced a smile, and softly comforted: "Big brother is fine, don't worry, huh?"
Jingyun, who had just stepped inside the door, happened to hear his gentle words and it was as if a dagger had been thrust into her heart. She bit her lip tightly and didn't calm down for a long time. "I brought new clothes for you, husband, let me help you change."
Xia Yang turned around, but what she saw was the maid holding a dress behind her.
"Achoo!" A loud sneeze suddenly woke him up in the summer, and he hastily ordered Fengli to change into dry clothes for her while he quickly retreated from the room.
Jing Fan was stunned and followed him into the west wing in a hurry.
Qianqian's slender hands untied the sash, and her jade-like arms were wrapped in a wide robe. Xiaoyang stood with his eyes closed, his face pale and wan, allowing the scenery to change as he changed into new clothes. Her heart had been growing cooler bit by bit since that day when she interrupted him at the temple, causing him to become increasingly cold towards her.
She tidied up her clothes and pulled him down to help him comb his hair. Her husband was very fond of his feathers, and no one understood this better than she did. Usually, if there was even a slight wrinkle on his body, he would change immediately, but now, for the sake of summer, he had been careless with his clothes several times without complaining. In her heart, it was clear that she could no longer find any excuse for his behavior.
He suddenly opened his eyes and felt a hand on his forehead. He looked around nervously and asked, "Where's the Ziying Crown?"
"Ah?" Jing Fei also became tense, "Never seen before!"
He suddenly stood up and searched everywhere under the table and behind the chair, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter, his heart growing more and more anxious.
Jingfei and her personal maid were infected by him, and in the midst of a flurry, he had just bent down to look under the bed and hadn't straightened up yet when he hastily exited the door.
"Crash!" A sound of breaking porcelain came from the main house.
Xia Yang's heart skipped a beat, and her foot suddenly turned back to the main house after she had already stepped out of the courtyard. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Xia Tian leaning against the bed with his hair disheveled, panting heavily, while Feng Lai was bending down to pick up the broken porcelain bowls, and the little maid who had just gone to fetch the ginger soup was cowering in fear, her face still streaked with tears.
"What happened?"
Feng Lian raised her head and took a quick glance at Xia Tian, wanting to say something but stopping herself: "N...nothing."
