The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 46.2

The idle dandies in the capital, who enjoyed passing judgment on beauties, had given Song Yaozi a nickname: “The Capital’s White Snow.”

Meaning that she was like the clear, pristine snow on a branch, only to be admired from afar and not to be profaned.

But now, Song Yaozi’s hair was already slightly dishevelled.

Her thin, flushed lips were involuntarily slightly parted, and her soft tongue was faintly visible within.

That untainted white snow finally landed in her palm.

Being melted little by little by the warmth, leaving behind only pure liquid.

The moonlight in the sky was veiled by the clouds. You Ting whispered: “…Miss Song.”

“Peaches are the sweetest at this time of the year. Did the Grand Tutor’s Mansion send someone to purchase some

She and Miss grew up together, and Miss always took her along in everything she did.

Before this, Miss would never keep anything from her.

Princess Shunan had a bad reputation, and Ying’er was genuinely worried that her Miss would be bullied.

And at this moment, Miss Song was indeed being “bullied” a bit severely.

Her clothes had been refastened. She sat leaning against the bed, desperately trying to calm her overly rapid heartbeat.

Her eyes were still misty, and her lips were excessively red, as if painted with rouge.

The scent in the air hadn’t completely dissipated. You Ting straightened the bed.

Everything was back to normal, but subtly, something had ultimately changed.

When she felt she had recovered some strength, Song Yaozi finally stood up.

She had only taken a few steps forward when her legs suddenly felt weak, and she stumbled.

You Ting reached out and steadied her.

It seems I am always so clumsy in front of the Princess.

Song Yaozi tried to politely pull away, but failed to break free.

She turned her head in surprise, meeting You Ting’s gaze.

You Ting’s expression hadn’t changed: “I’ll see you back to your carriage.”

“I…” Song Yaozi’s voice was soft, “I have Ying’er.”

You Ting’s eyes slightly curved into a smile, and she asked softly: “Is Miss Song sure that your maid won’t notice anything?”

Song Yaozi fell silent for a moment.

Ying’er had grown up with her and was a sharp-witted girl.

She had always kept nothing from Ying’er; they knew each other too well.

So Song Yaozi couldn’t be sure whether Ying’er would see through the repeated lies.

Her silence was a tacit agreement to You Ting’s actions.

Just as the two were about to walk out the door, Song Yaozi suddenly heard You Ting say: “Wait a moment.”

She paused, confused.

“Your hair is a mess,” You Ting whispered.

You Ting turned to face her, raised her hand, and carefully re-inserted the loose jade hairpin into Song Yaozi’s bun.

Her fingers brushed through the stray strands, tidying her hair properly.

As she did this, the distance between them closed again.

It made her involuntarily recall the recent intimacy.

Song Yaozi looked up and could see You Ting’s serious expression.

Her posture was solemn, like a pilgrim kneeling in worship, devoutly bowing to their faith.

She couldn’t help but be lost in thought.

Compared to the heart-pounding caresses, Song Yaozi strangely felt that this ordinary action, at this moment, radiated a hint of warmth.

“There,” You Ting withdrew her hand.

She curved her lips at Song Yaozi. Her beautiful face, enhanced by satisfaction, held an even more indescribable allure.

“Let’s go.”

Song Yaozi gave a dazed “Oh,” and let You Ting half-support her as they walked out the door.

When the door opened, Qing Su and Ying’er instantly dropped the woven grass in their hands, dusted off their skirts, and scurried over.

“Miss! You’re finally out!” Ying’er exclaimed with surprise.

If they had stayed any longer, she was afraid she really wouldn’t have been able to resist knocking on the door.

Ying’er carefully examined Song Yaozi, and only when she saw that she seemed unharmed did she relax.

Song Yaozi’s complexion even seemed a bit more rosy.

Her gaze fell on the arms of Song Yaozi and You Ting, which were touching, a posture that showed a natural closeness.

Moreover, her Miss’s face showed no sign of resistance.

Ying’er wondered in confusion, could Miss and Princess Shunan really be soulmates who got along instantly?

She wanted to step forward: “Miss, let me assist you.”

Qing Su shot her a glare: “Didn’t you see our Princess hasn’t let go? What’s your hurry?”

You Ting smiled slightly: “I still have some things to say to Miss Song. You two just follow behind.”

She and Song Yaozi walked ahead, with Qing Su and Ying’er following a few steps behind.

Qing Su whispered triumphantly: “See? I told you our Princess and your Miss are good friends!”

Ying’er was full of doubts.

When did Miss and Princess Shunan get so close?

Was it the last time she went to the palace, when Princess Shunan took her Miss to rest at the Duanyang Palace?

However, after a few meetings, Ying’er felt that the legendary Princess Shunan was not that scary.

She didn’t have any airs of a Princess.

If her Miss didn’t care, what was a maid like her worrying about?

After sorting out her thoughts, Ying’er smiled with relief: “Sister Qing Su is right.”

Qing Su raised her chin proudly and said: “My Princess has never been this close to any young lady. Your Miss’s good fortune is yet to come.”

Ying’er murmured: “My Miss… also hasn’t been this close to anyone before.”

Song Yaozi was well-behaved and knowledgeable in dealing with others, a benchmark for young ladies in the capital.

She seemed to get along well with everyone, yet she didn’t seem to have a truly close friend.

Even with the few young ladies she had known since childhood, the closest they got was probably drawing and playing chess together.

To hold hands like this, no one besides Princess Shunan had ever done so.

Qing Su nodded, becoming even more convinced: “That’s what you call soulmates!”

Ying’er nodded, half-understanding.

You Ting walked with Song Yaozi all the way to the carriage before letting go.

The sudden disappearance of the warm touch caused Song Yaozi to feel a sense of loss for a moment.

You Ting intended to leave only after seeing her seated in the carriage.

Suddenly, a soft female voice came from behind the curtain: “Your Highness.”

Song Yaozi bit her lip, “…How shall we meet next time?”

For her, being able to say such a thing was already extremely difficult.

You Ting raised an eyebrow.

She said: “Miss Song need not worry. I will always come to find you.”

The curtain blocked the view, and the figures inside and outside the carriage became blurred.

Song Yaoxi’s lips slightly parted, but after a moment, she still said nothing.

She watched the figure slowly walk away and lowered her long eyelashes.

She didn’t know herself what kind of answer she wanted to hear.

Her fingers clenched and released, repeating the action several times. Finally, Song Yaozi spoke, calling out to Ying’er outside: “Let’s go, back to the manor.”

After watching Song Yaozi’s carriage leave Yaoshan first, You Ting said to Qing Su: “We’ll return to the palace too.”

Just before the palace gates were locked, You Ting returned to the Duanyang Palace.

In just one day, she had done quite a lot.

Even she felt a bit tired.

You Ting waved her hand and instructed Qing Su to prepare water for a bath.

There were only a few people in the Duanyang Palace. Watching Qing Su run off to boil water, You Ting thought to herself that she would have to find a way to give Qing Su a raise later.

She took off her outer robe, planning to change into lighter underclothes before bathing.

Her fingertips suddenly paused.

You Ting picked up the object she had felt. It was a light-blue sachet, embroidered with exquisite orchids, faintly emitting a familiar scent.

This was not hers.

The owner was obvious.

You Ting recalled that she must have accidentally packed it along when tidying the bed.

Her fingers rubbed the soft fabric. She looked at the embroidery for a long time, and finally placed the sachet into a small, locked box.

She would return it to Song Yaozi the next time she saw her.

That night, You Ting slept soundly.

When she woke up the next day, she felt exceptionally refreshed.

If it hadn’t been for the news that He Zhige had entered the palace, her good mood might have lasted.

He Zhige’s visit to the palace this time was by imperial edict from Emperor Ningjing.

Not only He Zhige, but the Emperor had also summoned He Changsi and He Ting.

Qing Su chattered away with the news she had gathered: “All the Princes are gathered in the Imperial Study. I heard the Third Prince and the Seventh Prince almost got into a fight again.”

It was too normal for He Zhige and He Ting to fight.

Enemies were bound to be enraged when they saw each other. The two had been mortal enemies since childhood.

If You Ting hadn’t intervened, He Zhige might have been killed by He Ting when he was young.

He Zhige was a vengeful person. If he kept a mental ledger of grudges, He Ting would definitely be at the top of the list.

You Ting was not interested in their affairs.

She hoped they would fight to the death and both lose, so neither would have the energy to bother her again.

Qing Su whispered mysteriously: “Your Highness. You think, with the Emperor summoning the Princes, such a big commotion, is it something important?”

You Ting propped her chin and replied: “Probably, it’s about the imperial examination.”

In addition to the chief examiner, Emperor Ningjing also established two positions for deputy supervisors.

These positions for deputy examiners were always chosen from among the imperial family’s descendants.

In the previous few examinations, the Princes were still young, so the positions were held by the Emperor’s cousins or uncles from the imperial clan.

This time was no exception, but the Princes’ influence was growing.

Emperor Ningjing was likely planning to choose one of He Zhige’s group to serve as a deputy examiner.

This position was essentially a golden opportunity.

The Princes, seeking to develop their own influence, would naturally try every means to secure it.

Qing Su “Wowed,” and couldn’t help but ask curiously: “Then, Your Highness, who do you think the Emperor will choose?”

You Ting recalled the original plot.

If she remembered correctly, at that time, He Zhige had already arranged his engagement with Song Yaozi.

With the Song family’s help, Emperor Ningjing ultimately chose him.

This time, He Zhige had nothing, so it was hard to say.

You Ting said: “No rush. The imperial examination is imminent. The choice will definitely be made today. Let’s wait and see.”

Qing Su couldn’t suppress her curiosity and ran off to gather news from her well-acquainted maid friends in the palace.

Around the time for the evening meal, she hopped back to the Duanyang Palace.

“Your Highness, Your Highness,” Qing Su said excitedly, “It’s decided!”

You Ting looked up, asking with interest: “Who?”

Qing Su replied: “It’s the Second Prince, His Highness.”

He Changsi.

A bit unexpected.

You Ting pondered. This Second Prince had a gentle temperament and had always been non-confrontational.

He had reached his current position entirely due to the Empress behind him pushing and painstakingly supporting him.

She hadn’t expected He Zhige and He Ting to fight it out, allowing him to reap the benefits.

Qing Su added with a strange expression: “…Apparently, it’s because the Third Prince and the Seventh Prince behaved improperly in the Emperor’s presence.”

You Ting looked over with great interest, “Elaborate.”

How could He Zhige, with his nature, let go of such a great opportunity?

He had finally reached this position, yet he made such an inexcusable mistake as behaving improperly in the Emperor’s presence.

It was truly baffling.

Could He Ting have poisoned him?

When summoned to the palace, He Zhige was already prepared and confident.

Even though he knew he wasn’t the only one called, He Zhige didn’t care at all.

This position as deputy examiner was something he was determined to get.

Before reaching the Imperial Study, He Zhige ran into He Ting on the way.

He Ting always disliked having people follow him to serve him, so he was squatting on the ground, bored, all by himself.

He held a wild weed he had picked up somewhere, teasing the ants on the road.

He was right in He Zhige’s path, blocking the middle of the road.

He Zhige looked impatient, his gaze at He Ting floating with deep murderous intent: “Get out of the way.”

He Ting looked up slowly, as if he had just noticed He Zhige.

A big grin spread across his face, “It’s Third Imperial Brother!”

He Zhige narrowed his eyes.

The older he got, the better He Ting was at pretending.

He Ting would never have called him Imperial Brother before.

He used various methods to torture him, spitting out vicious words with that childish face.

At that time, He Ting would always call him a ‘bastard’.

If he could easily make a move, He Zhige truly wanted to tear this two-faced young man to shreds right now.

He Zhige’s tone was cold: “He Ting, Father ordered us to the Imperial Study. Don’t waste time.”

He Ting ‘oh-ed’, clapped his hands, and stood up.

He walked side-by-side with He Zhige, swaggering: “Third Imperial Brother, you came to the palace, aren’t you going to visit Princess Shunan?”

At the mention of that name, He Zhige’s eyes darkened.

He said coldly: “Don’t call her so intimately. Imperial Sister hates you the most.”

He Ting burst out laughing, highly amused: “Princess Shunan hates me? Not true. A few days ago, Princess Shunan just said that she really missed Ting’er.”

He Zhige’s forehead twitched.

He Ting glanced at his face, and then said slowly: “I’m not making this up. Many palace servants heard it at the time.”

“Princess Shunan also said she came specifically to see Ting’er.”

Even though he knew He Ting was talking nonsense, He Zhige still couldn’t help clenching his fists.

He gritted his teeth: “Shut up!”

He Ting didn’t listen. In his mouth, he and You Ting were practically an epitome of deep sister-brother affection.

He Ting only restrained himself when they reached the Imperial Study.

He Changsi had arrived earlier than the two of them, and offered them a gentle smile.

But faced with potential rivals, neither of them took He Changsi’s friendliness to heart.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Emperor Ningjing explained the reason for summoning them.

It was indeed about the position of the imperial examination official.

Emperor Ningjing tested them, intentionally asking a few questions for them to answer carefully.

He Zhige performed excellently in the beginning, even noticing the satisfaction in Emperor Ningjing’s eyes.

Just as he was full of self-satisfaction, He Ting’s voice suddenly rang in his ear.

The young man’s voice was sweet, but like a cold viper: “I know you like Princess Shunan.”

He Zhige abruptly turned his head to look at him.

He Ting smiled at him, soundlessly mouthing a few words: “Shameless bastard.”

With his secret suddenly exposed, He Zhige felt a fire directly surge into his heart.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze at He Ting was venomous.

He Ting wasn’t afraid at all, and he danced wildly on He Zhige’s trigger points.

He chuckled, then whispered: “Princess Shunan hates you the most.”

“The filthy thing who has feelings for his own sister.”

He Zhige suddenly remembered the day You Ting told him that their path was over.

The extreme pain surged again, and his reason was completely annihilated.

He uncontrollably raised his hand and wrestled with He Ting.

In the end, the task fell to He Changsi, who had done nothing.

You Ting was still listening to Qing Su talk about He Zhige suddenly fighting with He Ting when she suddenly received an imperial decree from the eunuch—

She was also summoned to the Imperial Study.