mtlumby2d Chapter 73 Han Yun'er
Chapter 73 Han Yun'er
[I like it, I like it, she likes you so much]
Gu Linglong clapped her hands loudly, as if afraid that the Fourth Prince would not understand what she meant.
Looking at Gu Linglong, the Fourth Prince seemed to gain strength.
"Thank you, Linglong."
Gu Liyao: "?"
Why not thank him? He's the one who said the most, isn't he?
To avoid arousing suspicion, Gu Yu'an carried Gu Linglong to the front hall.
Chu Jingyan pushed the wheelchair: "Fourth Brother must have someone he likes to ask Linglong that question, right?"
The Fourth Prince smiled and did not deny it: "But... I'm afraid that me being like this would be unfair to her. She deserves better."
Chu Jingyan: "Why would you think that? If you truly like someone, you wouldn't feel comfortable entrusting them to someone else."
"You feel wronged, but the other person feels happy? Don't easily ruin both of your happiness based on your own judgment; you should at least ask the other person."
"Fourth Brother, you don't need to belittle yourself. You are the Fourth Prince of the current dynasty, wealthy and powerful, handsome, and exceptionally talented. There are very few who can compare to you."
The fourth prince was amused by Chu Jingyan. After a while, he pursed his lips and asked, "Then... could sixth brother do me a favor?"
Chu Jingyan: "Shall I arrange a meeting with Miss Han for you?"
The fourth prince's eyes widened: "How did you know?"
Oh no, I misspoke.
Chu Jingyan coughed twice: "How should I know? Just now your eyes were practically glued to Miss Han."
"Really? I thought I hid it well, but it turns out I was just fooling myself."
Chu Jingyan felt guilty for two seconds. You really hid it very well. If it weren't for Gu Linglong, he really wouldn't have found out.
"Don't worry, leave this to my younger brother."
……
"What did you say? The Fourth Prince is looking for me?"
The head maidservant ushered Han Yun'er aside and told her that the Fourth Prince invited her to the pavilion.
Han Yun'er's eyes widened. How could this be? Ever since she confessed her feelings to the Fourth Prince, he had been avoiding her.
Before he confessed his feelings, she could still climb the ladder to see him, but now, she can't even climb the ladder anymore.
Because Chu Zikuo can let his dogs out...
Han Yun'er was angry about this for several days.
If she hadn't actually known the other person, she would have suspected that someone had plotted against her.
As Han Yun'er walked, she thought to herself, "That guy must have already chosen a princess consort, so he's telling me not to have any unrealistic dreams."
Or perhaps we should ask her if she wants to become a concubine?
Bah! Han Yun'er would never be a concubine.
No matter what Chu Zikuo said, she decided to cover his face with her shoes and tell him that she, Han Yun'er, could live a carefree life without him.
Han Yun'er grew angrier the more she thought about it, but when she arrived at the pavilion and saw the face she had been longing for day and night, her anger inexplicably subsided.
"Greetings, Fourth Prince. May I ask what business Your Highness has with me?"
The fourth prince pursed his lips: "When there are no outsiders, don't you always call me Brother Zikuo?"
Han Yun'er pouted: "Etiquette must not be disregarded."
The fourth prince smiled and said, "Get up."
Han Yun'er stood up, and when she raised her eyes, she met the Fourth Prince's eyes, which were full of deep affection.
That look was one that Han Yun'er had never seen before, or rather, she had seen it before; that's how she herself looked at him.
he……
The atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous, and the temperature in the air seemed to be constantly rising.
"What business does Your Highness have with Yun'er?"
"I..." The fourth prince's ears turned red as soon as he opened his mouth.
"You what?"
The secret he had kept hidden for so many years couldn't be spoken suddenly. The words stuck in his throat, but the thought of her marrying a good man gave him boundless courage. The Fourth Prince stammered as he asked, "I...I want to ask, do you...do you still have feelings for me?"
Han Yun'er clenched her handkerchief tightly, and her ears turned red.
"So what? I will not be a concubine. Even a secondary consort is still a concubine."
The fourth prince was taken aback. Had she misunderstood something?
Once the conversation started, it wasn't so difficult to say: "I've long admired you; how could I possibly let you become my concubine?"
"Yes, yes, yes... Ah... What did you say?" Han Yun'er looked at him in disbelief.
"I..." The fourth prince's neck also began to burn red.
He handed over a box: "Would you like to wear it?"
Han Yun'er opened it and found a peony-shaped hairpin, a style that only the principal wife of the royal family could wear.
Han Yun'er's eyes instantly turned red, and she couldn't say a word.
The Fourth Prince handed over another box: "This...this is a wooden hairpin I made myself after you confessed your feelings, but I haven't had a chance to give it to you yet."
Han Yun'er looked at the hairpin, which had auspicious cloud patterns and a small "kuo" character on the back. The auspicious clouds and the character "kuo" represented the two of them.
Han Yun'er's tears streamed down her face, which she quickly wiped away. "Then why did you refuse me and not give me the hairpin?"
The fourth prince clasped his hands tightly in front of his knees: "My legs may never heal. I'm afraid you'll regret it someday, I'm afraid it was just a momentary impulse."
Han Yun'er kicked his wheelchair in anger. "Is that all? You made her suffer so much?"
"You didn't even ask me, how do you know what I'm thinking? I acted on impulse and climbed over your wall every day. You're so mean! You even set your dogs on me!"
The fourth prince was now filled with regret. Although he only wanted to scare her away and didn't intend to hurt her, he asked, "Then... are you still willing to be my wife?"
Han Yun'er half-squatted down, looking up at him: "I'm willing, and I won't regret it. Even if your leg never heals, I won't regret it. From now on, I'll be your leg."
The fourth prince was incredibly soft-hearted; he wanted to wipe away her tears but felt it would be offensive and impolite.
Han Yun'er grabbed the Fourth Prince's withdrawn hand: "We're getting engaged soon, what's wrong with holding hands or touching each other's faces?"
"It's against etiquette; the imperial edict hasn't been issued yet."
Despite saying that, he did not withdraw his hand.
Han Yun'er's bold and passionate personality deeply attracted him; she was like the sun—beautiful and warm.
He longed for the sun to shine like this every day, yet he also feared that when the sun was gone, his world would be plunged back into darkness, loneliness, and solitude.
If that's the case, he'd rather never have had it.
But now, he doesn't want to let go!
On a summer day, the wind blowing through the pavilion carried a sweltering heat, but he found it cool and comfortable.
Han Yun'er, recalling his appalling behavior of unleashing the dogs, looked up at him and said, "If you dare to lie to me, I'll report you to the emperor."
The fourth prince smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't lie to you."
"Then get those dogs away so I can climb over the wall to see you."
How can she be so cute!
"The marriage has been arranged; you can now visit me legitimately."
Han Yun'er looked up in surprise: "Really?"
"Yes, really, but don't come too often. It's bad for your reputation; people will say you're desperate to get married."
Han Yun'er turned her head away: "I was already eager to get married. If you hadn't rejected me, I would have married into this family long ago."
The fourth prince's face turned even redder.
Han Yun'er rested her head on the Fourth Prince's lap, her heart pounding. She was still in a daze.
The person who set her dog on a rampage yesterday is now hers.
She pinched her cheek: "Ouch, that hurts!"
Fourth Prince: "What are you doing?"
"I'll test if it hurts, to see if I'm really dreaming."
The fourth prince smiled. He wanted to touch Han Yun'er's head but felt it would be impolite.
When you love someone to the core, before you're officially recognized, even touching a single hair on their head feels like an offense.