Chapter 728
He thought he was dreaming
Chapter 728 He thought he was dreaming
As night fell, in the main hall of the Marquis of Fu'an's mansion, Princess Fenglin angrily fanned herself with a silk fan.
"Oh dear, you're so irritable in this heat. Be careful you don't get mouth sores; you'll only hurt yourself more," Marquis Mu Dongqing said patiently, holding a cup of cool tea beside him.
If the Marquis hadn't spoken, things would have been fine, but once he did, Princess Fenglin, who hadn't yet vented her anger, launched a tirade against him: "Shut up! As Jing'er's father, aren't you worried at all about his affairs?"
His nephew is getting married, but he's still all alone.
You might say that if he were ugly and clumsy, he wouldn't be able to find a good wife, and I would accept it. But our wonderful son has so many noble ladies who want to marry him, yet he doesn't like any of them.
"That ninth princess of Yanxi Kingdom, I think she's quite nice, but he's not willing to marry her either. It's really driving me crazy."
"Don't you know that Jing'er has someone she loves and will marry no one else?" the Marquis patiently advised.
It would have been better if this matter hadn't been brought up, because the Marquis's mention of it only fueled Princess Fenglin's anger: "What good is it if I know this? If he likes her, he should go after her! If she doesn't agree, he should just stay by her side and let her see his sincerity. She'll eventually agree!"
Look at him, he just waits without agreeing to anything, and he's not even there for her. What's the use of him being so affectionate and devoted to her?
It's not like our Jing'er is the most outstanding in this world. With Hong Xiao Niangzi traveling around, how could she not meet someone like that?
Mu Dongqing, let me tell you, don't think I'm being overly anxious. You don't realize how serious the problem is. Jing'er is the kind of person who hasn't fallen in love in a thousand years. Once she does, the two of them will definitely live a harmonious and happy life together.
But if the two of them don't end up together, Jing'er is finished; he'll truly live a lonely life forever.
Hearing his wife's words, the Marquis frowned: "It can't be that serious, can it? Even if that Miss Hong doesn't marry him, he'll only be sad for a few years at most. After that, he might come to his senses and accept the marriage we've arranged for him."
Even if you don't like someone yet, once you get married and go through the wedding ceremony, as life goes on, won't feelings gradually develop?
Since ancient times, marriages have been arranged by parents and matchmakers. From the initial betrothal to the wedding ceremony, the couple rarely see each other, yet they still spend their entire lives together.
"You, as a father, still don't understand your own son."
"Isn't Jing'er different from other men? If he were the same, he wouldn't still be unmarried." Princess Fenglin said with strong disapproval.
The Marquis sighed and said, "That young lady Hong is very stubborn. Even when the Emperor offered her a position as a lady-in-waiting, she refused. Otherwise, the Emperor could have simply issued an edict to arrange the marriage. Alas!"
……
Outside the Marquis of Fu'an's residence, Murong Jing and Fan Wu walked side by side.
"Why are you doing this to yourself? If that girl keeps refusing, are you just going to keep wasting your time like this?" Fan Wu said.
With one hand gently waving a paper fan and the other hanging behind his back, Mu Rongjing strolled through the bustling city with an air of untouched purity. Upon hearing Fan Wu's words, he replied without pausing his steps, "I don't call this 'wasting time,' I call it 'waiting.'"
"Then when are you going to go? Are you going to wait until she marries someone else before you give up?" Fan Wu asked again.
"Mm," Murong Jing replied.
“But it’s alright. With your looks and qualifications, in another ten or eight years, you can still pick any noble lady in the capital,” Fan Wu said honestly.
Upon hearing this, Murong Jing stopped and looked at the man who was outwardly his subordinate but in reality his brother: "In this life, I, Murong Jing, will only marry her. If she marries someone else, I will not marry another woman. There is nothing wrong with growing old alone."
"As for carrying on the family line, I still have my two elder brothers; the Mu family line will never be extinguished."
After saying that, he continued walking forward.
Fan Wu shook his head and followed, saying, "If you're so determined to marry her, it's not right for you to just wait around. You should stay by her side."
"You think I don't want to? But what if doing that backfires and makes her hate me? If we can't be husband and wife, I don't want to be unable to even talk to her when we meet in the future. And what's with you trying to persuade me?"
You also care about her, your younger sister, a lot, right? I told you to leave and go find her, but you didn't go. Now look what's happened; she has another older brother by her side.
"Don't tell me you're trying to repay my kindness and then deny taking the blame." Murong Jing said without a care in the world.
"Young Master, you're really something. I came to comfort you, and you stabbed me in the heart. Fine, I see you're not the type to commit suicide over love. I'm too lazy to keep you company. I'm going to find Ziming and the others for drinks." Fan Wu said through gritted teeth, then turned and left.
Murong Jing smiled slightly and shook his head gently, without saying a word to stop him, and continued walking forward without stopping.
In the darkness of night, no one would notice that on the eaves of a shop next door, a sparrow looked around, then spread its wings and flew forward, stopping and starting.
Inside an inn on the main street, Hong Xiaoduo, who had just arrived in the city that evening, quickly washed up, and then used her drone to scout the area, watched the elegant man on the screen in her hand, his robes fluttering like butterflies as he strolled down the long street with a fan in hand. Her heart pounded like a drum. The journey to the capital had been incredibly smooth; an ordinary carriage would probably take more than a month to arrive, but the one she had exchanged arrived in just eight days.
The car doesn't need refueling or charging. If Hong Xiaoduo hadn't needed to use the restroom along the way, the car wouldn't have needed to stop at all; it could travel day and night.
Actually, there was a bathroom in the space, but Hong Xiaoduo only used it to wash up and never relieved herself when she needed to. She felt awkward about it.
Hong Xiaoduo suspected that the car was definitely traveling at a speed much faster than the 120 km/h indicated on the label at night.
However, she didn't bother to figure these things out. The closer she got to the capital, the more restless she became. There was anticipation, nervousness, and joy.
After entering the city gate, she did not go to the Wei residence, nor did she go directly to the Marquis of Fu'an's residence. Instead, she found an inn and asked for a quiet superior room.
Unexpectedly, I saw him as soon as I launched the drone over the Marquis of Fu'an's residence.
She heard his conversation with Brother Fan clearly, without missing a single word.
Hong Xiaoduo asked herself, "Isn't the whole journey here just to find him?"
What are you dawdling for? She needs to see him right now!
The thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately left the room. With the drone, she knew where he was. As she walked, she thought about what she should say when she saw him...
The capital city was already bustling, and the streets were even more lively on summer nights. There were vendors selling chilled sweet soups and fruit, such as grapes and watermelons, from baskets.
Murong Jing originally didn't like shopping because he didn't have to buy what he needed, including food, clothing, and daily necessities.
But later, I met a girl named Xiaoduo. She liked to go shopping, and she would always take a look at everything, whether it was food, toys, or household items.
It seems that after shopping with her, Murong Jing also liked to stroll around the streets when he had free time, even if he didn't buy anything, just walking from one street to another.
At this moment, as always, a young woman walked by, her face hidden behind a fan, her gaze following his figure. But what he was thinking was that if she were here, she might taste the grapes. If they were delicious, the grape vendor would be very lucky; she would buy the whole basket, because if she bought too few, there wouldn't be enough to eat.
Huh? Women in the capital actually wear soft whips at their waists? And that jade pendant?
Murong Jing watched as the woman walked past him, his gaze falling on the jade pendant hanging from her waist. His pupils dilated violently, his scalp tingled, and he almost stopped breathing.
Clutching the paper fan tightly, she focused her gaze, slowly moving it upwards from the jade pendant—that figure, that silhouette…
Murong Jing felt that he might be dreaming. He had been thinking about her during the day, so even though he couldn't see the face of the person he could reach out and touch, he was already certain that it was her, but he didn't dare to speak.
Not wanting to wake up from this dream, he silently followed by her side.
She bought some trinkets and handed them to him, and he took them, carried them for her, and even paid for them.
"It's been so long since we last met. Prince Mu, you don't even want to talk to me anymore?" In the end, Hong Xiaoduo couldn't help but stop and look at him to ask.
Murong Jing stared at her intently and gently shook his head.
What does this mean? Hong Xiaoduo didn't know what to do next.
"If you're not going to say anything, then I'm leaving." After saying that, Hong Xiaoduo turned to leave.
It must be the wrong way we met. Let's go back to the inn and try a different way to see him.
"The moment you open your mouth, the dream is over." The person on the other end finally spoke.
Those seven simple words brought tears to Hong Xiaoduo's eyes. He had thought he was dreaming!
She reached out and grabbed his hand, bringing it to her mouth. She opened her mouth and slowly bit down, watching the surprised expression on his face.
The people around were stunned by what they saw. How could this young lady do such a thing in the street?
"Good heavens! Which young lady bit the young master of the Marquis of Fu'an's mansion?"
"The young master was bitten, yet he was still laughing, looking quite happy... (The End)"
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