The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1829

Chapter 1829: 900 His Surprise (2 taels combined)_3

The dagger against his chest was originally meant for herself.

She never thought he would compromise.

He returned to the room smelling of alcohol, staggering as he walked, but the moment the door closed, he was sober.

He softly told her, "I’m not drunk, don’t be afraid."

She tightened her grip on the dagger hidden in her wide sleeve.

He picked up the Yu Ruyi on the table and lifted her bridal veil.

She clearly remembered the look in his eyes at that moment, full of adolescent purity and goodness, seemingly unrelated to the rumored debauchery.

He wore a bright red wedding robe, his face exquisite as jade, with a hint of shyness and joy from the new marriage, leaning down to smile at her.

However, what greeted him was a cold dagger nearly piercing his chest.

"Don’t touch me, or I’ll kill you!"

"It’s difficult to defy imperial orders, I never wanted to marry you."

"We can maintain the appearance of marriage only, no need for a real husband and wife relationship. You can take concubines, as many as you want. I won’t interfere."

"And don’t interfere with my affairs either."

"In the future, without my summon, do not step into the Princess Residence!"

She saw his pure and beautiful smile gradually freeze, like a perfectly crafted jade shattered by her own hands.

She felt the cold aura emanating from him.

She thought he would snatch away her dagger and then humiliate her to the utmost.

He did not.

He merely asked, "Qin Fengwan, are you serious?"

Upon receiving a positive response, he let out a cold chuckle, stood upright, threw away the Yu Ruyi in his hand, tore off the silk and safflower from his body, and left the wedding room adorned with double happiness characters without looking back.

Their marital relationship came to an end.

She thought, this might be just fine.

Torrential rain, her carriage broke down halfway, and she was drenched like a drowned rat.

His army happened to be passing through the street.

She turned her back to him, not allowing him to see her in such distress.

But he still saw her.

She thought he would certainly mock her to the utmost, to settle accounts from their wedding night.

Yet he still did not.

The young general dismounted, took off his raincoat, and handed it to her.

She did not take it.

She dared not touch anything from a man.

He tilted his head, frowned at her, walked over, and draped the raincoat on her shoulders.

It was the first time since she grew up that she was so close to a man, her face turned pale, and her breath was stifled.

"Go away! Don’t touch me!" she turned her head and said coldly, throwing away the raincoat he had draped over her.

He paused for a moment, his eyes flashed with a trace of bewilderment, then quickly bent down to pick up the mud-stained raincoat, mounted the horse, and left without a word.

The rain poured down, Long Yi and the others were absent, the guards were slow in repairing the carriage, she was almost frozen stiff.

Soon, a new carriage drove through the rain and stopped in front of her.

The coachman handed her an umbrella, "Madam, a young master just requested us to pick you up."

She always tried hard to avoid this man, yet she inevitably always encountered him, always in her few embarrassing moments.

She took Xiao Hen to the street to buy snacks, four-year-old Xiao Hen got into trouble, acted spoiled, and Long Yi took him away to avoid disaster.

She walked with Yujin along the crowded streets.

Because of the triennial Lantern Festival, people from all over gathered in the Capital City.

The courtyard gate was repaired, Gao Qiang bid farewell to her.

She nodded, thanked him, and wished him well.

The sky began to snow again, large snowflakes fell silently.

In this world, even sadness is quiet.

The courtyard was extremely silent.

She walked in the snowfield, her shoes making crunching sounds.

Thud!

Something heavy crashed against the courtyard gate.

She frowned slightly, all the servants were busy in the backyard, no one went to open the door.

She frowned at the closed courtyard gate, hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

She pulled open the vermillion courtyard gate, and suddenly there was the sound of wind in the snow, large clusters of snowflakes flew towards her, and she instinctively raised her hand to block them.

When she looked back at the door, she saw nothing.

Just as she was about to close the courtyard gate, she paused.

She stepped over the threshold and looked towards West Street.

Still, there was no one there.

At this moment, a low laugh came from behind her.

Her eyes flickered as she turned around.

In the whirling wind and snow, a tall and weary man stood with arms crossed, leaning lazily against the cold, icy wall behind him, his long legs stylishly planted in the snow.

He was covered in dried blood, his face pale, his breath weak.

He tilted his head towards her, a roguish smile broke on his handsome, pallid face: "Qin Fengwan, when you cry, you look truly unsightly."