She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 28 Can’t argue over, Can’t fight over

"If you don’t try, how will you know I can’t fit in?"

Yan Wanqing’s heart fluttered uncontrollably as she heard the young man’s obsessive words. She could neither confirm nor deny them.

"Speak." The Crown Prince, not receiving a response, became unhappy.

She reached out, took his hand off her cheek, and in the darkness, she propped herself up to look down at him.

"Why must it be me?"

"Why can’t it be you?" The Crown Prince tilted his head up, nibbled her red lips, and then couldn’t resist pulling her into his embrace with a sigh, "That year when you were ten, you followed General Zhen Guo to the battlefield. It was I who poured your wine during the feast."

Yan Wanqing couldn’t remember, as when she was ten, her eyes saw only soldiers and horses, and vast deserts, not which noble from the Imperial Palace had poured her wine at the feast.

Besides, at ten, her father wouldn’t have allowed her to drink alcohol.

"I can’t remember."

"...How can your memory fail you at such a young age? You can’t even remember something from when you were ten?!" An exasperated voice resounded in her ear.

Yan Wanqing, held in his arms, felt his wandering hand under the covers and blushed profusely: "Who would remember things from their childhood?"

...

Meanwhile.

In the banquet hall.

Qin Wu’s face was pale, her hands nervously intertwining.

"Didn’t you say you just placed it here? Where is it?"

The maid was trembling all over, almost wishing to kneel: "...I really did put it here, but I only went out for a little while, and when I came back it was gone."

Qin Wu bit her lower lip, her lip turning white from the pressure.

The wine had been spiked with something from Xiao Hongshen, and even one cup was enough to overcome anyone.

It was meant for the Crown Prince, Xiao Pingfeng.

And now, it had disappeared without a trace.

"What are we going to do now, Princess?" The maid shivered with fear, having prepared the item herself. If anyone discovered such a thing at the banquet, she wouldn’t live to tell the tale, even with ten lives.

Qin Wu said darkly, "Shut up."

At the moment, nobody knew who had taken the jar of wine, and no one at the banquet seemed to be behaving abnormally.

Even if the matter came to light, she could firmly deny it.

"Nothing happened today, understood!" Qin Wu scolded.

The maid nodded, fear still apparent in her eyes.

Qin Wu pressed her shoulders, "Go back now and pack up. Tomorrow morning, I will take my leave with the Empress. Nobody will trace this back to us."

The maid nodded and left.

Qin Wu wrapped her arms around herself, unable to resist biting her nails.

It was a habit when she was nervous.

Her intention, even if she couldn’t become Xiao Pingfeng’s Crown Princess Consort, was to have a spring night with such an outstanding man, and with some luck, perhaps bear his child.

But things had not gone as she wished.

Regret flashed in Qin Wu’s eyes.

Such an outstanding man, yet he had no place for her in his eyes. This might trouble her for a long time after returning to Qin State.

Suddenly.

Qin Wu seemed to think of something and instinctively looked at a certain place, which was empty except for a maid standing there.

That was Yan Wanqing’s personal maid.

"Where’s your mistress?" Qin Wu couldn’t help but ask.

Cong Ge performed a polite salute, "Greetings to the Princess. To report to the Princess, the mistress had something to attend to and left earlier. She will return shortly."

"Gone out? With whom?" With the Crown Prince?

Qin Wu left the last few words unspoken, her heart leaping to her throat.

Cong Ge bowed her head respectfully, "To the Princess, she left with the Young Marquis from the Northern Border. They said the hall was stuffy, so they went out for some air."

"Ah... I see," Qin Wu felt her heart settle back to a distant place.

As long as Yan Wanqing wasn’t with the Crown Prince, she felt relieved.

Qin Wu didn’t know what she was afraid of, but at tonight’s banquet, the Crown Prince’s gaze had fallen on Yan Wanqing time and again, revealing his special regard for her in the eyes of anyone who was observant.

But why?

Why could Yan Wanqing so easily obtain everything that she could not?

As a child, it was her father’s praise, and as she grew up, it was the attention of that noble man.

The admiration that Qin Wu had once held for Yan Wanqing was now completely scattered by jealousy.

Cong Ge found it strange that the Princess of Qin State suddenly came to inquire about her young mistress’s whereabouts, and after seeing her leave with a gloomy aura, Cong Ge let out a sigh of relief.

In her mind, she wondered when her young mistress would return.

None of the people present in this grand hall were easy to deal with.

Meanwhile, the Young Marquis who Cong Ge thought was with Yan Wanqing was actually sitting on the rooftop, drinking to the cold moon.

By his side was a demonic man dressed in red, his skin glistening in the moonlight.

"Little Huai Yu, wasn’t the purpose of your journey to marry the eldest daughter of the Duke who secures the nation? Why then have you just let her go?"

Huai Yu, clutching the wine pot, softened his face slightly as he gazed at the full moon, murmuring.

"Perhaps, I should never have imposed my own hardships onto someone else."

"You’ve given up?" the man in red sat down beside him.

Huai Yu shook his head, a fierceness in his eyes, "I can’t let go, protecting the Northern Border is the sacred duty I was born with, but..." memories of that cool and stunning woman made him relent, "the North is too damp and cold, not suitable for her."

He wasn’t a good man and couldn’t drag her down with him.

Yet the man in red shook his head.

"Little Huai Yu, how do you know that you and Princess Anping aren’t birds of a feather?" he observed that before others, the Princess always appeared noble like a celestial being, yet something about her was indescribably dark and gray.

She must be a person with a story, at least not as simple as she appeared to be on the outside.

Huai Yu sighed and shook his head, "Let’s drop the matter and think of other ways. Now that I’m already here, I’d like to have a chance to see the bustling Capital City."

The man in red, however, disagreed.

"Where there’s excitement, there’s often trouble. With your special identity, the Capital City is not the place for you."

"I’ll only know if it suits me if I stay. Don’t worry, I won’t be soft-hearted again," Huai Yu said in a deep voice.

The man in red seemed utterly unconvinced, chuckling low, "I hope that’s the case."

He stretched, "Nevertheless, the ladies of the Capital City, each one more delicate and graceful than the other, are quite different from the girls on the Northern Border."

Huai Yu tilted his head back to drink, not engaging with the remark.

His mind was still filled with that cool image.

But Southern Mountain was destined to be restless.

Last night, someone had set fire to the mountain, and tonight, a novice monk fished a corpse out of a well.

It was none other than Wang Shujian, who had argued with Yan Hongzhao before.

He was dead!

After dying, he had been thrown into the well.

Upon receiving this news as dawn broke, the monks didn’t dare to disturb the rest of the nobles in the middle of the night, so they had to wait until morning to release the news.

On this end,

Yan Wanqing had been forcefully embraced and made to sleep through the night.

She didn’t know how she had fallen asleep, unable to outshout or outfight, hazily drifting off in a semi-conscious state.

When she awoke, she only felt someone dressing her.

Opening her eyes, she saw that handsome face, seriously studying the ties of the Luo skirt.

Yan Wanqing’s face immediately burned up.