“… She didn’t have an umbrella.”
The sound of dripping rain fell by my ears. There was no sound in front of the imperial prison, only the sound of rain.
Shen Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his finger bones in his palms, almost crushing them.
The night wind rustled, blowing open a corner of Shen Yan's cloak.
The fingers that were clenched into a fist slowly loosened, and the pair of inky eyes drooped lowered.
In the end, he was just thinking that Song Lingzhi didn't bring an umbrella.
The carriage was airtight, with its thick black curtains half-closed.
The rain curtain was cold and the interior walls of the carriage were inlaid with agate gems. On the table stood a gilded copper incense burner with exotic animal patterns, and the air was filled with soothing incense.
A silver fire pot was placed on the lacquered wood plum blossom table, and golden charcoal was burning.
Shen Yan was wearing a cloak, and the coldness penetrated deep into his skin and bones, as if he had fallen into an icy cave for thousands of years. He tightly grasped a green jade ring in his palm.
Holding on to the last bit of sanity.
The hair-drying hair has become more and more frequent, and the old prince's party is eyeing it covetously. Shen Yan has been staying indoors for many days. If it weren't for tonight...
Shen Yan's tightly closed eyes opened, and there was a gloomy and cold look in his eyes, like a damp drizzle, and bursts of cold air emanated from his whole body.
The jade ring left a clear red mark on the palm of the hand.
Shen Yan's pair of black eyes were deep and dark, and his drooping eyelashes were as cold as the snow in the mountains.
A heart-wrenching pain suddenly surged in his heart. Shen Yan covered his heart with one hand, and a rare trace of weakness appeared on his stern face.
The candlelight danced on the eyebrows and eyes, the light and shadow swayed, and there seemed to be a heavy fog covering the eyes.
Shen Yan frowned and clenched his fingers to make a crackling sound.
The green mist is still there in front of me.
He bowed his head.
Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the carriage.
Shen Yan endured the discomfort in his body and rolled up a corner of the car curtain, revealing Yue Xu's hurried and nervous figure.
His sight fell on the oil-paper umbrella tightly held in Yue Xu's hand. Shen Yan's eyes darkened and he said in a deep voice: "... What's going on?"
In the pouring rain, Yue Xu bent over, lowered his head and folded his hands.
"Your Majesty, this umbrella... Miss Song confiscated this umbrella."
There was a long silence.
The sound of rain was swaying, Yue Xu stood in the rain, the night was dark, he could not see the expression on Shen Yan's face.
It was clearly midsummer, but Yue Xu felt as if he was in the freezing cold. The gazes falling on his face were like icy blades, chilling him to the bone.
shudder.
After a long time, that gaze was finally withdrawn, the curtain was loosened, and Shen Yan's cold voice came from the carriage.
"Return to the palace."
…
With the rain curtain blocking his way behind him, Song Lingzhi, dressed in a grey robe, hurried on his way with his head lowered.
Wu Sihou was standing at the eaves. He saw Song Lingzhi coming in the rain from afar and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
He hurriedly handed over an oil-paper umbrella and personally shielded Song Lingzhi from the rain.
The smooth talk in front of the officers and soldiers was long gone, Wu Si was extremely anxious: "Madam, what are you doing..."
When Wu Si caught a glimpse of Song Lingzhi's plain little face from the corner of his eye, he froze in place.
"Young Madam, your face..."
The red spots on the right cheek had already been wiped clean by Shen Yan. Song Lingzhi raised his hand and gently stroked his cheek with his fingertips.
Wu Si was anxious, and stood on tiptoe to look back, "But did Commander Yue recognize you?"
He secretly complained in his heart that he shouldn't have risked bringing Song Lingzhi into the imperial prison for the sake of silver.
Wu Si muttered softly, "Commander Yue is a favorite of His Majesty. If he mentions what happened tonight to His Majesty, my life will be in danger."