The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 55.2

The emotions on her face were impossible to hide, and You Ting guessed seven or eight parts of it with one look.

She pulled Song Yaozi into her embrace and said softly, “Even without the Entangled Love poison, I will still be by your side.”

“Our relationship certainly began because of the Entangled Love, but it is far from being just because of this medicinal poison.”

The gentle words easily soothed Song Yaozi’s distraught heart.

Feeling the other’s warmth slowly envelop her, she closed her eyes.

Her Highness was right.

Their relationship was never just about the Entangled Love.

Even without the poison, every inch of her bones, blood, and muscles had firmly memorized the other’s scent.

You Ting continued to whisper many things.

During the day, she would handle Song Yaozi’s official duties along with her own.

After finishing, she would rush back to look after Song Yaozi’s condition.

You Ting had also properly arranged all the subsequent matters related to Grand Tutor Song’s burial.

Perhaps because of her grandfather’s passing, Song Yaozi suddenly became much more vulnerable.

Her eyes, looking towards You Ting, were filled with a misty haze, and her eyes were moist and red: “Your Highness is so good to me, I don’t know how I can ever repay it.”

You Ting extended a finger, gently wiping away the tears at the corner of her eye.

“Then live a long life,” her gaze intertwined with Song Yaozi’s, and she said with a serious expression, “And spend every year with me.”

Song Yaozi nestled against You Ting; her floating heart suddenly found its resting place.

She hooked her fingers around You Ting’s, an action like a child making a promise.

“Okay.”

Song Yaozi sincerely agreed, and said softly, “I am willing to spend every year with Your Highness.”

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…

Song Yaozi was recovering from her serious illness and recuperated at home for a few more days.

You Ting’s daily belongings had basically moved into the Grand Tutor’s mansion, little by little occupying Song Yaozi’s room.

Just like her very existence, little by little, an indelible mark was imprinted on Song Yaozi’s heart.

She had thought that after her grandfather left, she would no longer have a home.

But the person before her gradually infiltrated her life, making her accustomed to having a shoulder to lean on by her side.

Perhaps, could she and Her Highness also have a home?

While tidying things, You Ting suddenly let out a soft “Eh.”

Song Yaozi looked over, following the sound: “What’s wrong?”

You Ting was playing with a crimson hair tie wrapped around her finger, her lips slightly curled: “You actually still keep this.”

Song Yaozi’s face flushed.

“That belongs to Your Highness,” she lowered her head, her voice soft and delicate, “I didn’t dare throw it away.”

You Ting tilted her head to look at her, her gorgeous features illuminated by the rosy light, making her incomparably beautiful.

She asked with a half-smile, “Didn’t dare to throw it away, or didn’t want to throw it away?”

Song Yaozi bit her lip and remained silent.

You Ting knew she was thin-skinned and stopped teasing her, saying instead, “Thinking about it, I think I also have something you left behind.”

Song Yaozi curiously asked, “What is it?”

You Ting replied, “It’s a sachet embroidered with an orchid pattern.”

Song Yaozi remembered; that was her favorite sachet.

When she lost it back then, she even had Ying’er search for it everywhere for a long time.

“So it was with Your Highness,” she gently chided, “Why didn’t Your Highness return it to me?”

You Ting shook the hair tie in her hand, “Yaoyao never returned mine either.”

Song Yaozi felt in the wrong, “If Your Highness likes it, consider it a gift for Your Highness.”

You Ting walked up to her, smiling, “Compared to the sachet—”

She elongated the end of her sentence, letting it rise softly: “I prefer Yaoyao.”

Song Yaozi didn’t dare to meet her gaze and hurriedly lowered her head.

Yet a thread of sweetness welled up in her heart, and she whispered, “Compared to the hair tie, I also… prefer Your Highness.”

Song Yaozi was still in mourning, so You Ting did nothing but embrace her, placing a comforting kiss on her forehead.

Song Yaozi wrapped her arms around You Ting’s waist, enjoying the fleeting moment of peace.

Both of them knew well that the days ahead would likely not be so calm.

Two days later, Song Yaozi returned to the court.

Many of the high officials in the current court had watched her grow up, or had received favors from Grand Tutor Song.

So, upon seeing her, no one blamed her for neglecting her duties; instead, they eagerly asked if Song Yaozi’s health had fully recovered.

Song Yaozi managed to dismiss these enthusiastic elders with forced composure and began to immerse herself in her daily official duties.

Emperor Ning Jing did not attend the court session again.

The current court was practically governed by the two princes, He Changsi and He Ting, or rather, the two major families behind them.

Outside the capital, there was also He Zhige, who commanded an army and was a significant power.

To this day, Emperor Ning Jing still had not named an heir, and the situation seemed poised to change at any moment.

In the court, everyone was on edge, the situation forcing them to start taking sides.

Song Yaozi asked You Ting, “Who will Your Highness choose?”

You Ting was holding a book and reading. Hearing this, she replied without raising her head, “Naturally, Second Imperial Brother.”

He Zige was bloodthirsty, and He Ting was capricious.

Compared to them, He Changsi was gentle, truly the best choice.

“But, if the Second Prince truly ascends the throne,” Song Yaozi said, “The Empress’s clan might not relinquish power so easily.”

Her words were already quite tactful.

In reality, it was obvious that the Empress’s clan didn’t care about He Changsi at all.

Once he ascended, they would only treat him as a puppet emperor and completely strip him of power.

Interference in government by the Empress’s relatives was never a good thing.

You Ting raised her head, saw Song Yaozi’s worried look, and suddenly chuckled softly.

She beckoned to Song Yaozi.

After Song Yaozi walked up to her, she reached out and pulled her into her lap.

Song Yaozi sat on You Ting’s legs, instinctively hooking her hands around You Ting’s neck.

You Ting rested her head on Song Yaozi’s shoulder and circled her arms around Song Yaozi’s waist.

She lowered her gaze, her eyes fixed on the unfinished book.

“If it were the previous Second Imperial Brother, this would indeed be a major problem.”

You Ting’s voice was slow and casual, “But… the current He Changsi is not that easy to control.”

“Second Imperial Brother has reached the age of twenty and will soon take a consort. Yaoyao, why don’t you guess which family’s young lady it will be?”

Song Yaozi lowered her gaze in realization, and after a moment, gave a surprised and uncertain answer: “Could it be the He Family of Jingbei?”

You Ting rewarded her with a kiss on her forehead: “Yaoyao is indeed sharp and clever.”

The He Family of Jingbei was a clan that had always been at odds with the Empress’s maternal clan and served as a counterbalance to it.

If He Changsi married a daughter of the He Family, it would be tantamount to tearing up relations with his maternal clan.

But he was the current Empress’s only son, so his maternal clan had to support him to ascend.

Once he ascended, if they tried to depose He Changsi, the He Family would likely be the first to object.

With the two families locked in a rivalry, He Changsi would calmly sit back and watch the fight from the sidelines.

Thinking of the gently smiling young man, Song Yaozi let out a soft sigh.

“The Second Prince has even learned to use these schemes and tactics.”

You Ting said, “Second Imperial Brother has always been very smart; he just disdained to use them before.”

He Changsi no longer wanted to be a puppet; to become the true player, he had to change.

“That imperial throne changes too many people’s fates,” You Ting said softly with a sigh.

“Then, Your Highness,” Song Yaozi suddenly asked curiously, “Have you ever thought about that position?”

You Ting raised her long lashes, shifting her gaze from the book to Song Yaozi’s face.

With a smile on her red lips, her eyes were dark and deep, and she counter-asked, “What if I have, and what if I haven’t?”

Song Yaozi pursed her lips, and then said with determination, “If Your Highness has, I will use every means possible to help Your Highness plan for it…”

Before she could finish, she heard You Ting laugh.

She lowered her head, her forehead resting against Song Yaozi’s.

“I just praised Yaoyao for being smart, but why are you being foolish now?”

Song Yaozi blinked in confusion.

“However, Yaoyao is also very cute when she is being foolish.”

You Ting said, “The imperial throne is tempting, but it is not as tempting as Yaoyao.”

Sitting in that position would inevitably lead to many decisions where one could not act according to one’s own will.

You Ting had stayed in the palace long enough, and she did not wish to simply trade the Duan Yang Palace for the Golden Imperial Hall.

Furthermore—

You Ting chuckled, “If I were to become Emperor, how could I have one husband and one wife for life with Yaoyao?”

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