Di Daughter's Strategy - Chapter 63

Chapter 63

The carriage stopped in front of the vermilion gate. Luo Yier got off the carriage; she came in a hurry, wearing only a simple plain white dress, which made her look even more ethereal.

The people guarding the gate of the prince’s mansion recognized her, clasped their fists in salute, and turned to report.

Prince Jing’s mansion was very luxurious, yet extremely quiet, without a trace of noise. The servants came and went with their heads bowed.

Fang Jinling was resting today, but he got up early and went to the study. There were many aides and others waiting there. He was frowning, talking to them about something. The atmosphere in the study was solemn and cold.

Wei Feng received news from the guards. He looked toward the study with some difficulty but dared not delay even a moment. He bowed his head in salute and cautiously spoke, “Your Highness.”

Everyone in the study paused. Fang Jinling’s brows tightened slightly. The dark fabric made him look even colder. He did not raise his head and said, “What is it?”

His voice was still indifferent, but Wei Feng heard a trace of impatience. He shrank his neck and quickly said, “Reporting to Your Highness, the young miss from Marquis Qi’s mansion has arrived.”

Although the Marquis Qi’s mansion had many young ladies, only one was worthy of such solemnity from Prince Jing’s subordinates. Those close attendants more or less knew their lord’s feelings toward this Marquis Qi’s daughter.

Fang Jinling was slightly stunned. His tightly furrowed brows relaxed. He was somewhat puzzled about why she had come but lost interest in dealing with others.

He waved his hand to dismiss everyone and coldly said, “Let her in.”

Fang Jinling pinched the tip of his brows and sighed with some fatigue. He tilted his head to look out the window. The sunlight was slanting; it was not yet noon.

A faint doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and ordered in a deep voice, “Prepare some pastries she likes.”

No matter her intention, she should not have had lunch yet at this time.

Hearing someone outside respond and withdraw, Fang Jinling’s fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Then he stood up from behind the desk. Just as he paced to the study door, he heard some sounds outside.

“Miss, please.” Wei Feng was about to open the door for Luo Yi’er when the study door opened from inside, revealing Fang Jinling’s figure.

Wei Feng paused and bowed, stepping back.

Fang Jinling looked at the woman before him. She had no exquisite makeup, wearing a simple, clean, and elegant dress. The deeper his doubt grew in his heart.

She was always polite and would never come out looking like this. He frowned and said in a cold voice, but with a hint of worry, “What’s wrong?”

Her abnormal behavior made it impossible for him not to worry.

From the moment Luo Yi’er saw Fang Jinling, the bitterness in her heart faded. Sensing the worry in his words, she shook her eyes and head.

The servants had all retreated far away. The man in front seemed about to say something else, but Luo Yier suddenly stepped forward and hugged him.

Fang Jinling’s pupils contracted slightly, as if shocked for a moment. The woman in his arms was fragrant and soft like jade. His hands hanging at his sides were at a loss for the first time.

He lowered his eyes to look at the woman in his arms. She tilted her face up, looking at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, no longer distant and reserved as before, but obedient and gentle to an almost unreasonable degree.

The young lady, seeing he had no movement for a long time, grew a little dissatisfied and coquettishly called him.

Fang Jinling’s heart melted into a soft lump. He raised his hand to hug her tighter. A faint, subtle smile appeared between his brows. Smiling with a hint of confusion, he said, “Yi’er?”

Luo Yi’er looked up at him. The man’s usually indifferent and steady expression seemed a little bewildered because of her series of actions, but it was well hidden.

The two were very close, their breaths seemingly intertwined. Luo Yi’er’s heart was relieved of confusion. Her eyes carried a faint bright glow. She leaned close to the man’s ear and softly, sweetly whispered,

“Your Highness, Yi’er also likes you.”

Fang Jinling’s breath slightly stalled. That night at the annual banquet, he had expressed his feelings to her, but only to stop her from overthinking and worrying.

Not daring to hope for a response, he didn’t even give her the chance to speak. In his heart, there was regret, but now, his little girl was softly saying in his arms that she liked him.

She also liked him.

An uncontrollable thrill and joy rose in Fang Jinling’s heart, all because of her one sentence: “I like you.”

He hugged the person in his arms tighter. Amid the rising emotions in his heart, he was somewhat at a loss and could only lower his eyes to look steadily at her.

His voice was low but could not hide the joy: “Yi’er, what did you say?”

Luo Yi’er looked at the man before her, first slightly stunned, then a smile that could not be hidden appeared in her eyes.

The large hand wrapped around her waist seemed to tremble slightly, a trace of warmth spreading from her waist to her heart.

She suddenly curved her lips into a light smile, her eyes shimmering with a few ripples.

Fang Jinling’s eyes darkened slightly. He had always known she was beautiful, with fair skin and bright teeth.

Those beautiful eyes seemed to contain blue smoke and vast waters, with the vast stars all within them.

It was widely said in the capital that the legitimate daughter of the Marquis Qi’s mansion was stunningly beautiful. Now that his image was reflected in those eyes, he realized he was just an ordinary man.

Unable to resist such beauty, he was willing to willingly sink into it again and again.

Luo Yi’er did not know what he was thinking, but she could feel the heat in his eyes. A blush spread across her face.

Her fingertips tangled around his collar. She tilted her head and called him discontentedly, “Your Highness, lower your head.”

Perhaps the atmosphere was too good, even her casual words overflowed with ambiguity. The man complied and lowered his head closer to her.

At the moment he lowered his head, she lightly stood on tiptoe, her hands weakly embracing his neck, planting a kiss on his thin lips, and then immediately pulling away in his stunned expression.

Rushing from the mansion to the prince’s residence to confess her feelings, this act had already exhausted all her courage.

A blush finally stained the corner of her eyes, and she could no longer be reckless. She wanted to withdraw from his embrace but was tightly held by him.

A panic appeared between her brows as she frowned and called him, “Your Highness?”

The man’s expression darkened. He pulled her around with one turn and was already inside the study. The door slammed shut behind them. She was pressed against the door.

In this familiar place, she seemed to recall that day in the study when the man’s awkward movements had grazed her lip, stirring a flutter in her heart.

But today, the man was no longer awkward. His thin lips pressed against the corner of her mouth, and in a low, hoarse voice, he said, “Yi’er, say it again.”

The intimate and ambiguous atmosphere in the room continued to rise in temperature. Luo Yi’er’s eyelashes trembled.

Unwilling to comply, she opened her eyes wide, looking confused and innocent: “Say what?”

How could the man not know what she was thinking?
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his lips, but he willingly let her play around, softly and hoarsely calling, “Say it again, say you like me.”

At the end, he added, “Jiaojiao…” as if the word was twisted out from between his lips, full of endless tenderness and affection.

Luo Yi’er’s lightly bitten pink lips parted, leaving a faint red mark. She was startled by this name, carrying an inexplicable emotion.

The man before her showed no change in expression, completely unaware of how ambiguous this name sounded.

But she did not know that long ago, he had wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand, giving her the most dignified and unique pampering in the world.

The man’s expression was serious and dark. Luo Yi’er, as if bewitched, tightened her grip on his collar and slowly whispered, “…Your Highness, I like you.”

In the warm and cozy room, a sudden light seemed to appear in the man’s eyes, making Luo Yi’er’s heart burn slightly with a faint thrill.

The strength around her waist increased. The man lowered his body, lips and teeth touching, and a low laugh seemed to come through:

“…Jiaojiao… so good…”

Suddenly blushing deeply, the smile in the man’s eyes deepened. Fortunately, he was also cautious and made no other moves. Luo Yi’er’s fingertips turned pink.

In a daze, she weakly thought:

A lamb in a tiger’s den, actually it was the second time.