flstandardbreds Chapter 159
Chapter 159
She paused slightly, then looked up at the man and asked, "What's with that red string on your leg?"
The man paused, as if recalling some fond memories, and gave a nostalgic smile.
"This is what you gave me, you knitted it for me yourself, and you put it on me yourself, have you forgotten?"
Nalan Jingwen remained silent. The other party seemed somewhat delirious, and asking him like this would likely yield no results. He then looked at Nangong Shiyu.
"Your Highness, may I send him home?"
Nangong Shiyu was somewhat embarrassed, so she sent someone to inquire where the man lived.
But after asking around, no one knew.
"How about this, I'll arrange accommodations for this young master?"
Upon hearing that Nalan Jingwen was going to send him away, the man immediately hugged Nalan Jingwen tightly and refused to let go.
"Don't send me away... Ah Wen... don't abandon me..."
Nalan Jingwen noticed Jinse's disappointed expression out of the corner of his eye and distanced himself from the man.
He asked, "Where do you live?"
The man shook his head. "I have no home. Wherever A-Wen is, that's where my home is."
Nalan Jingwen had a headache. It seemed that this man had latched onto her. But the way he called her Awen gave her an extremely familiar feeling, as if in her memory, there was also a man who followed beside her and called her Awen.
The red rope on his leg was almost identical to the one on the red fox's leg a few days ago. What was his relationship with that fox?
If this red rope were the ordinary kind you see on the street, it wouldn't be so bad, but this one is so thick, as thick as a finger, braided into a three-strand braid, with uneven red threads hanging down like a curtain.
It was clearly designed on purpose, which is why she cares so much about it.
She thought for a moment and said to Nangong Shiyu, "Could we prepare an extra room for him at the inn?"
"Naturally."
"Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."
Nangong Shiyu agreed without hesitation, glanced at Xue Qingheng without showing any emotion, and continued, "The Prince Xian is an honored guest of our country, so naturally we must treat him well."
Nalan Jingwen didn't reply, but reached out his hand to Jinse. Before Jinse's hand could reach him, another hand, as white as jade, took it first.
The man seemed very insecure, gripping Nalan Jingwen's hand tightly, as if afraid she would abandon him.
"Awen, don't abandon me..."
Seeing this, Jinse simply smiled and said to Nalan Jingwen, "Your Highness need not worry about me. This young master seems to need more care."
Nalan Jingwen frowned and looked at the man, only then noticing the blood-stained footprints under his feet. It seemed that his feet had been cut by a sharp object, but he was completely unaware of it, and even seemed to feel no pain, as he was completely focused on Nalan Jingwen.
Nalan Jingwen ultimately did not pull him away and led the group into the post station.
He was soaked to the bone, the fabric clinging to his body and outlining his alluring curves, with glimpses of what lay beneath.
If you want to ask him questions, at least make sure he's properly tidied up before you do.
After settling Nalan Jingwen and his party into the inn, Nangong Shiyu left, telling them to rest well, as they had been traveling a long way. Xue Qingheng didn't say a word, as if nothing had happened.
Nalan Jingwen didn't care. She glanced at the people around her. There were only two men in the entourage, Jingchi and Jinse. She wasn't very comfortable leaving them with the servants here.
Jinse noticed Nalan Jingwen's hesitation and said, "Your Highness, let me tidy up for this young master."
Nalan Jingwen pondered for a moment and then nodded.
“Mirror Pool, come along.”
But soon, the sound of shattering porcelain and a man's panicked resistance came from inside the house.
"Get away! Don't touch me!! Who are you?!"
She pushed the door open and went in. When she saw the man's bare thighs, she shooed away the people who wanted to follow her in.
"Stay outside!"
Upon hearing her voice, the man looked over precisely and then stumbled and ran towards her.
Nalan Jing noticed that he was walking barefoot on the porcelain, leaving scratches, but he seemed oblivious to it, and his expression was flustered and confused.
She frowned and took two steps forward to catch him.
The man seemed to have found his anchor; the panic on his face faded, replaced by a look of grievance and sadness.
He hugged Nalan Jingwen, choking back tears, and said, "Awen...they touched me..."
Nalan Jing looked over, and Jinse stood there somewhat bewildered, holding a handkerchief in her hand. When she saw Nalan Jing looking over, she opened her mouth to explain.
"Your Majesty..."
"I understand. You should go back to your room now."
Jinse's pupils trembled, and her grip on the handkerchief tightened. In the end, she said nothing and left.
Jingchi looked over and said calmly, "He won't let us touch it."
Nalan Jingwen nodded, not noticing their expressions, "You should go out too."
Jingchi pursed his thin lips, hesitated for a moment, took a deep look at the person in Nalan Jingwen's arms, turned around and pushed open the door to leave.
Nalan Jingwen looked down at the man's blood-soaked feet, picked him up, and placed him on the bed.
The man held Nalan Jingwen tightly, as if he wanted to be with her forever.
Nalan Jingwen patted his arm, "Let go first."
The man shook his head, afraid that she would run away if he let go.
Nalan Jing said patiently, "Let go first, I won't leave."
He still refused to let go and didn't believe her.
"You once said that you would let me stay by your side forever, but you still lied to me."
"You abandoned me for them. You clearly said that you loved me the most..."
He spoke incoherently, and Nalan Jing was completely confused, but she still patiently said, "Let go first, and I promise I won't leave."
"If I leave, I will certainly not..."
A cool hand covered her lips, stopping her from saying anything more.
"I believe……"
"You know perfectly well that I miss you the most... and yet you still say such things. I'm the one who's hurting the most..."
He obediently let go, but clung tightly to Nalan Jingwen's hem.
Nalan Jingwen pulled up a chair, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the basin of water beside him, thought for a moment, then held his ankle, removed the porcelain shards that were embedded in his flesh, cleaned them, and applied medicine.
Throughout the entire process, the man did not utter a sound, his lifeless eyes fixed on Nalan Jingwen.
Nalan Jingwen touched the red string on her left ankle; some parts were worn and aged, as if she had worn it for a long time.
The man then reacted, a smile appearing on his face.
“I have kept the things Ah Wen gave me carefully.”
Nalan Jingwen looked up and asked, "What's your name?"
The man's expression vanished, turning deathly pale. "Why would A-Wen ask that? Or does A-Wen still refuse to forgive Chen-Yi? Chen-Yi knows she was wrong..."
So his name is Chenyi?