Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 64

“Right, why did you come to the Ji Residence in the middle of the night?” Ji Yan’an guessed Song Yi had entered through the side gate, so she didn’t ask about that, only why Song Yi had braved the rain.

“To fetch something,” Song Yi’s face darkened.

She herself didn’t know why she had rushed out, her heart constantly worried that Ji Yan’an was frightened.

But thankfully, I came.

Song Yi looked at Ji Yan’an’s expression. It seemed she hadn’t recalled what Song Yi had said last night, so Song Yi slightly relaxed and helped Ji Yan’an by serving her dishes and porridge.

Just after they finished breakfast, and both had changed clothes, Song Yi needed to go attend to her duties. But as she reached the door, she saw Su Zhang and… Liang Jingcheng.

“Why are you here?” Song Yi instinctively shielded Ji Yan’an, who had come to see her off, her eyes filled with coldness.

Su Zhang rubbed his ears and said, “See? I told you Milord was at the Ji Residence, but you wouldn’t believe me…”

It turned out that Liang Jingcheng had come to the Song Residence early in the morning to seek advice but had come up empty. He then dragged Su Zhang by the ear to the Ji Residence.

“Are you looking for Song Yi?” Ji Yan’an was completely unaware of what had transpired.

…….

“The Beloved Person is Right Beside Me”

Upon seeing Ji Yan’an, Liang Jingcheng immediately smiled, moving very, very close to her: “No, I came to find you.”

Ji Yan’an shivered all over, suddenly recalling that the original owner had once been this man’s muse, his “moonlight.”

Now that she had severed the thread of marriage between Song Yi and him, would this scumbag…

Just as she was thinking this, Ji Yan’an inadvertently caught sight of Scumbag Liang’s gaze, which made her hair stand on end. She discreetly tugged at Song Yi’s sleeve, but Song Yi showed no reaction.

“The Prince jests. How can a humble girl like me be worthy of the Prince seeking me out personally? The Prince should please return,” Ji Yan’an’s tone was as detached as a monk’s, her desire for him to leave clear.

Liang Jingcheng persisted, stepping forward to try and grasp Ji Yan’an’s hand, only for Ji Yan’an to sharply retreat, leaving him empty-handed. Ji Yan’an was full of vigilance: “There is a distinction between men and women. The Prince should be mindful.”

Liang Jingcheng spread his hands: “This Prince has important matters to discuss with the Prime Minister. Surely, Little Yan’an wouldn’t refuse me entry?” Ji Yan’an racked her brain but couldn’t find a reason to refuse, so she could only watch him swagger in.

After a few steps, Liang Jingcheng didn’t forget to look back: “Little Yan’an, hurry and lead the way.” Ji Yan’an glared at him angrily and reluctantly walked ahead to guide him.

Song Yi stood outside the gate, looking in, her delicate hands tightly clenched into fists.

“Your Excellency?” Su Zhang didn’t know whether Song Yi was leaving or staying, so he had no choice but to ask cautiously.

Song Yi waved her hand, then walked back into the Ji Residence: “I’m not leaving.”

Su Zhang was confused for a moment, watched Song Yi gradually walk away, and could only follow her, desperately trying to ignore the strange looks from the servants and maids, lamenting inwardly.

“It’s over there.” Ji Yan’an tilted her head and jutted her chin, instructing Jin Xi to escort the Prince, as she couldn’t be bothered to do it herself. Her beloved little bed was probably still warm, and with that, she turned and walked towards the inner quarters.

“Your Highness! You can’t go that way!”

Hearing Jin Xi’s shout behind her, Ji Yan’an quickly turned back.

“What are you trying to do!” Seeing Liang Jingcheng attempting to follow her to the inner quarters, Ji Yan’an immediately stopped and stood in the path leading to the inner residence to block him.

Liang Jingcheng stopped with a look of helplessness. Realizing that Ji Yan’an wouldn’t let him enter the inner quarters without clarifying things today, he took out a small wooden box from his sleeve. The box was adorned with various jewels, looking extremely exquisite. Question marks popped up in Ji Yan’an’s mind: What is he doing?

“Why doesn’t the County Princess open it and take a look?” Liang Jingcheng’s eyes were full of smiles, his expectant expression making Ji Yan’an feel somewhat uneasy.

Just as she was about to open the box, she saw Song Yi arrive and immediately stopped: “You haven’t left yet?”

Song Yi nodded, stood beside Ji Yan’an, her eyes fixed on the box, and raised an eyebrow.

Ji Yan’an prepared herself mentally countless times before opening the wooden box. Inside, a very ornate hairpin lay, illuminating the entire box with its sparkle. Ji Yan’an, however, didn’t particularly like it, mainly because she disliked the person who gave the gift.

“How about it! This Prince bought it at a high price from another country. The moment I got it, I felt it was perfect for you,” Liang Jingcheng thought Ji Yan’an was about to cry from emotion, so he quickly added a few more words to highlight his thoughtfulness.

To his surprise, Ji Yan’an pushed the box away with little interest, and the hairpin returned to Liang Jingcheng’s hands: “The Prince should keep it. Yan’an does not like this hairpin.”

Liang Jingcheng’s eyes immediately widened at her words. This hairpin was several times more precious than the few boxes he had sent to Song Yi, yet she rejected him without even looking at it.

Song Yi smiled faintly, clutching the small wooden box in her sleeve, and let out a sigh of relief.

“Why did the Prince suddenly think of giving me a hairpin?” Ji Yan’an was completely bewildered and couldn’t help but ask.

Liang Jingcheng scoffed: “You should ask Lord Song about this.”

“Ask me?” Song Yi looked at him blankly, throwing the confusion back at him.

“Yesterday, I sent you two boxes of jewelry. Don’t tell me you forgot!” Liang Jingcheng stared wide-eyed at Song Yi, having never seen such a shameless person!

Song Yi chuckled: “That is true, but what does that have to do with the Prince giving Yan’an a hairpin?”

“Those were jewelry I was going to give to my future Princess Consort! And you said you wanted to give them to Little Yan’an as dowry! Isn’t that clearly trying to match us up?” Liang Jingcheng felt truly stifled and decided to speak his mind.

Ji Yan’an was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Song Yi: “You, you really thought that?”

“I… not really…” Song Yi’s carefully prepared excuse was instantly forgotten when she saw the redness in Ji Yan’an’s eyes. Song Yi instinctively avoided her gaze, stammering and unable to speak clearly.

Ji Yan’an waited for a long time but didn’t wait for her to finish, so she shook off Song Yi’s arm and walked forward herself, saying in a huff: “This County Princess still has parents at home. I won’t trouble Your Excellency to worry about my marriage.”

Ji Yan’an sniffled, her voice softening slightly: “This humble girl is unwell today. The Prince and Your Excellency, please leave.”

Liang Jingcheng was unconvinced and tried to follow her in, but was blocked by Su Zhang: “Your Highness, this is the inner residence of the Ji family. Madam Ji and the Old Madam are inside. It would be best to proceed with caution.”

Liang Jingcheng gave Su Zhang a fierce look, flicked his sleeve, and left.

Song Yi pursed her lips, stood there for a long time, but never went inside.

By the time she returned to her own residence, it was already noon. She instructed that she was ill and would not receive any ministers who requested an audience.

Song Yi placed the wooden box from her sleeve on the table, subconsciously stroking it with her fingers, blaming herself in vexation: “Sigh, I didn’t manage to give it to her again.”

Meanwhile, Yan’an hadn’t eaten anything all day. Even when Le Yan came in with food, Ji Yan’an angrily chased her out. Night fell, and in the massive sleeping quarters, only Ji Yan’an sat on the floor with her arms wrapped around herself, her mind in chaos.

Yesterday evening, she went to bring sweet soup to Song Yi, only to walk in on her discussing her marriage with that scumbag…

Why did she feel so angry about this? Was it because Song Yi interfered in her life? Or because the matchmaker Song Yi set up for her was Liang Jingcheng? Or was it…

A thought that Ji Yan’an was unwilling to admit kept swirling in her mind.

She cared about Song Yi.

Why was she so good to Song Yi? Was it because she was the pitiful female protagonist? Or because she was beautiful? Ji Yan’an pondered, but could never find a plausible reason. However, she had indeed felt jealous for Song Yi many times. Could that be explained by friendship?

Ji Yan’an’s head ached from thinking. She covered her head and sat for a long time until she suddenly heard the sound of the wooden door opening. She thought it was Le Yan and was about to get angry, but then she saw the hem of the Old Madam’s skirt.

“Yan’an, didn’t Grandmother tell you that no matter what, you are the high and mighty Eldest Miss of the Ji Residence? Nothing can defeat you. What is the meaning of sitting on the floor like this?” The Old Madam’s words left Ji Yan’an speechless, so she simply stood up and threw herself into the Old Madam’s arms.

“Good granddaughter, what is wrong?” The Old Madam seemed to vaguely know what was going on, but still waited for Ji Yan’an to tell her willingly.

Ji Yan’an buried her head in the Old Madam’s embrace. Hearing the Old Madam’s gentle voice, tears involuntarily streamed from her eyes. She was like a child now, not understanding what she truly wanted.

“Grandmother… I think I’ve fallen for someone, but she’s completely focused on arranging a marriage for me,” Ji Yan’an still didn’t say who it was, but the Old Madam had long figured it out. She smiled and stroked Ji Yan’an’s head. Her soft hair made the Old Madam’s heart soften too.

“Yan’an, do you finally understand who you like?” The Old Madam’s soft laughter sounded in Ji Yan’an’s ear. “Listen to Grandmother, go find your beloved. Don’t worry about what she has done. If you go and it is fruitless, Grandmother will personally settle the score for you.”

“Grandmother knows who Yan’an’s beloved is?” Ji Yan’an lifted her head from the Old Madam’s embrace, looking at the Old Madam with tear-filled eyes.