The Supporting Female Character Enters the Game, the Crazy Crown Prince Slowly Falls Deeply in Love - Chapter 61

At the gates of the Huixian Tower, two lanterns gently swayed in the slight breeze, casting a soft, dim halo that seemed to add a hazy tenderness to the night.

Jiang Yao stood beside the carriage, her body swaying slightly, as if she might fall at any moment.

Her cheeks were flushed with a light redness, and the handkerchief she held in her hand dangled loosely by her side. Her entire presence suggested a slight intoxication, carrying an indescribable delicate softness.

“Can you still walk?” Xie Yunian reached out to support her arm.

Jiang Yao lifted her head and looked at him with unfocused eyes, a drunken smile playing on her lips. “Xie Lang… You are truly kind.”

Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she was genuinely quite drunk, and yet it carried a faint, subtle flirtation.

Xie Yunian frowned slightly, looking down at her. “You are intoxicated. I shall send you back to the Jiang Manor.”

Even if she did recall the various past interactions they had shared, she should not be in this state of drunkenness in front of an outside man.

Xie Yunian sighed. Even if the person was him, she should not be like this.

Jiang Yao shook her head, her voice carrying a hint of petulance. “I’m not drunk… I’m just a little dizzy. Huh? Xie Lang, why do you have two heads?”

She blinked her eyes, her gaze hazy, as if she truly couldn’t see the person in front of her clearly.

Xie Yunian sighed helplessly and helped her board the carriage.

Jiang Yao felt as though she were walking on cotton, every step she took was wobbly.

Xie Yunian had to half-embrace her to prevent her from falling.

Her soft body leaned against his chest, and a faint scent of wine wafted from her hair. Although he had smelled this wine countless times, mixed with the unique sweet fragrance of her body now, it caused his movements to pause slightly, and a subtle, unusual feeling arose in his heart.

After getting into the carriage, Jiang Yao leaned against the carriage wall, her eyes half-closed. Her head kept nodding downward, as if she would collapse at any moment.

Xie Yunian sat opposite her, his gaze fixed on her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

The carriage slowly moved towards the Jiang Manor, the wheels creating a faint sound as they rolled over the stone-paved road.

Jiang Yao’s body gently swayed with the jolting of the carriage. Suddenly, her head tilted, and her entire body slumped towards one side.

Xie Yunian reacted quickly, reaching out to steady her shoulder.

Jiang Yao naturally leaned onto his shoulder, her breathing even, seemingly asleep.

Her hair brushed against his neck, causing a faint tingle.

Xie Yunian lowered his head and glanced at her, his brow furrowed, yet he did not push her away. He simply watched the streetscape swiftly passing outside the window, lost in thought.

The carriage was silent, with only the intertwining sounds of their breathing.

Jiang Yao’s eyes were closed, but her mind was perfectly clear.

She deliberately kept her breathing light and slowed, relaxing her body, pretending to be completely dead drunk.

However, the fingers tucked in her sleeve were still tightly clutching the handkerchief, and her heart was filled with apprehension.

She felt as though she had been dragged into an irreversible and unknown crisis.

Perhaps the only good news was that Xie Yunian seemed easier to get along with than the Regent, Xiao Jing.

But that was just for now.

If he ever found out…

Absolutely not!

After an unknown length of time, the carriage slowly stopped.

Xie Yunian gently patted Jiang Yao’s shoulder. “We have arrived.”

Jiang Yao groggily opened her eyes, which were much clearer now. “Where have we arrived?”

Xie Yunian did not answer her; he merely helped her descend from the carriage.

A light breeze swept past, fluttering her sleeves and bringing a hint of coolness.

Jiang Yao stood on the steps, looking up at Xie Yunian, and using her intoxication as an excuse, she spoke: “If one day you discover that a certain person has been continuously deceiving you, what would you do?”

“I would simply execute her,” Xie Yunian casually replied, his eyebrow slightly raised. His tone was so indifferent, as if he were discussing a perfectly ordinary matter.

Jiang Yao’s heart plummeted. She lowered her eyes, striving to hide her inner panic.

Xie Yunian’s method of execution would probably just be a cut to the throat… which is better than being tortured to death by the Regent King.

Seeing Jiang Yao’s downturned eyes, and perhaps feeling the answer was too bloody, Xie Yunian uncharacteristically offered a word of comfort: “Don’t worry, I won’t let them succeed.”

…

Thank you; I have been comforted.

Jiang Yao managed a wry smile. “That would truly be excellent.”

A strand of hair was lifted by the night wind, lightly brushing across her cheek.

Xie Yunian stood before her, his gaze resting on her face, and he suddenly noticed the strand of hair that the wind had tousled.

Almost subconsciously, he raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing past her cheek, tucking that strand of hair behind her ear.

The moment his fingertip touched her earlobe, Xie Yunian suddenly realized what he had done, and a barely noticeable flicker of panic flashed in his eyes.

His hand paused slightly, then he quickly withdrew it, as if he had been burned by something.

Jiang Yao was also stunned; Xie Yunian’s sudden action caused her heart to tremble.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became subtle.

“Xie, Xie Lang, have you remembered something?” Jiang Yao remembered the persona she was playing and dutifully asked.

Hearing this, Xie Yunian immediately averted his gaze. “No. It is late; you should go inside and rest.”

His voice remained calm, but there was a hint of barely detectable urgency.

Jiang Yao was eager to do so. After bidding Xie Yunian farewell, she turned and entered the manor gate.

Just as she reached the courtyard entrance, she saw Chunlan, holding a lantern and waiting at the doorway.

Chunlan heard the movement, looked up, and saw Jiang Yao. A look of joyful surprise appeared on her face. “Miss, you are finally back!”

“Just now, you were separated in the crowd. This servant was terrified!” Chunlan quickly walked to Jiang Yao’s side and supported her arm. “If it hadn’t been for Young Master Xie’s people finding me and saying that you were with him, this servant truly would have gone to report the matter to the officials.”

At that time, the crowd was dense, and in the blink of an eye, Miss had vanished.

Fortunately, she encountered Young Master Xie.

Jiang Yao waved her hand, her face carrying a hint of weariness, and her voice was a little slurred. “It’s alright, I’m back now.”

Saying this, she couldn’t help but yawn, feeling her eyelids so heavy that she could barely keep them open.

Seeing her fatigued appearance, Chunlan lowered her voice. “Xiachen is boiling water inside. Miss, you should wash up and go to rest quickly.”

Jiang Yao nodded, her body softly leaning on Chunlan as she allowed the maid to help her sit down on the edge of the bed.

Xiachen used a wet cloth to wipe Jiang Yao’s face.

Leaning against the headboard, Jiang Yao felt her mind was a complete blur, feeling as if she had forgotten something, yet she could not recall what it was at the moment.

She raised her hand to rub her temples, trying to clear her head.

However, drowsiness surged in like a tide, making it impossible for her to concentrate.

“Never mind…” Jiang Yao muttered under her breath. Her body tilted, and she collapsed directly onto the bed.

Seeing this, Chunlan quickly took off her shoes and stockings, and then gently pulled the quilt over her.

“Young Master?” Yuanzheng called softly.

They had arrived at the gates of the Xie Manor, but Xie Yunian still sat inside the carriage, looking down at his own hand.

His fingers were slightly curled, showing no abnormality.

Xie Yunian frowned; that inexplicable surge of irritation welled up again.

He did not understand why he had suddenly reached out just now.

It was as if he had lost his rationality in that moment.

It must be the two cups of Immortal Drunk wine, making me slightly intoxicated.