The Flirtatious Beauty Decides to Steal the Princess - Chapter 30

Wen Ying had barely pushed open the door when she caught sight of a figure in a green dress darting into the Ninglu Palace along the outer palace path. Before she could even react in surprise, the scent of blood hit her nostrils.

“What happened?” Wen Ying hurriedly lifted the hem of her skirt and rushed toward the corner. Only when she got closer did she realize that the person being pursued was none other than Fu Qingyin, it was actually her!

“Beautiful sister, what happened, what happened?” Wen Ying’s rosy lips trembled uncontrollably. She couldn’t believe that Fu Qingyin, who had been perfectly fine just yesterday, was now being hunted down within the palace walls.

Fu Qingyin struggled to raise a finger to her lips, signaling for silence. Outside, the eunuchs and guards had just arrived. One of the guards pointed at Ninglu Palace and asked the head eunuch, “Should we search Ninglu Palace?”

The eunuch initially nodded but then, remembering that Ninglu Palace was Wen Ying’s residence, abruptly shook his head as if recalling something urgent. “No, no. Princess Wen Ying lives here. The Emperor dotes on her so much she’s the only one he allowed to leave the palace recently. Do you really dare to search Ninglu Palace? Let’s go, check Hanguang Hall ahead instead.”

Soon, their footsteps faded into the distance. Only when she could no longer hear them did Wen Ying lower the hand covering her mouth. She watched as the figures outside gradually disappeared at the far end of the palace path before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

“Beautiful sister,” Wen Ying carefully crouched down and gently wiped away the thin sheen of sweat on Fu Qingyin’s forehead from the frantic escape. Then, in a trembling voice, she said, “A-Ying will give you persimmon cakes, please just stay alive, okay?”

Wen Ying’s voice shook as well, her breath so shallow she barely dared to exhale. With the utmost gentleness, she extended her hand, offering Fu Qingyin a persimmon cake. Fu Qingyin took it, her bloodstained fingers leaving smears of red on the sweet treat.

Tears streaming down her face, Wen Ying reached out to wipe away the blood but hesitated, her delicate hand frozen mid-air, too afraid to touch.

“Little Wen Ying.” Fu Qingyin’s voice was barely a whisper. Wen Ying could only manage a choked response before nearly bursting into sobs again.

“Don’t cry, it doesn’t hurt.” Fu Qingyin winced as she spoke. Wen

Wen Ying was terrified that Fu Qingyin might close her eyes forever. In her memory, it seemed her mother had died the same way

Fu Qingyin made no deliberate effort to conceal anything. She wanted to see Wen Ying’s expression, it was as if a twisted seed had sprouted in her heart, and she had already begun to feel abnormal since this afternoon.

Fu Qingyin wanted to see Wen Ying blush because of her, to see tears fall because of her actions. The more she thought about it, the more she felt herself beyond redemption. Poor little Wen Ying had no idea what kind of den of wolves she had stumbled into.

When Fu Qingyin noticed the crimson flush of Wen Ying’s ears, dripping red as blood, she finally lifted a hand to drape a thin outer robe over herself.

Though the outline of her figure could still faintly be seen, it was enough for Wen Ying to hesitantly open her eyes. She slowly inched closer to Fu Qingyin, her heart uneasy yet summoning the courage to take out the ointment to tend to Fu Qingyin’s wounds. But whether it was because Fu Qingyin found Wen Ying’s movements too slow, she suddenly reached out and grasped Wen Ying’s wrist.

The grip was firm, and Wen Ying’s tears fell instinctively. The moment they slipped down, Fu Qingyin caught sight of them. She slowly sat up, the thin robe slipping off her shoulders and onto the floor.

Wen Ying was pulled onto the bed, and Fu Qingyin sat behind her, encircling her in her arms.

This sensation actually flustered Wen Ying, and it wasn’t until she had cried herself dry that Fu Qingyin finally let her be.

“Little Wen Ying, won’t you apply medicine for your sister?” Fu Qingyin coaxed the young Wen Ying into tending to her wounds. Even though it was Wen Ying who had been “devoured completely,” she now had to serve this fox by applying medicine. Yet, Wen Ying fell for it every time, lifting her hand in a daze to gently tend to Fu Qingyin’s injuries.

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