Chapter 545: The Demon Lord Commandery Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 638: Wangchen at a Loss

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Just then, a faint, stifled sound suddenly came from inside the room, as if it were being muffled by something. Wangchen immediately realized — this was Qianqian's crying.

He stood quietly in place, listening to those intermittent sobs, and the sorrow in his heart grew ever stronger.

How he wished he could go in and comfort Qianqian, but he had absolutely no idea what action he should take.

So he could only stand silently outside the door, quietly guarding her, as if doing so could give her a trace of peace.

Qianqian had not known Ouyang Chengren for very long, and she herself had indeed harbored the intention of using him.

But Ouyang Chengren treated her with genuine, wholehearted kindness — a kindness that deeply moved Qianqian. In the depths of her heart, she had long since come to regard Ouyang Chengren as her closest friend.

Regarding the matter of using him, Qianqian had originally planned to wait until everything was over, then find a suitable opportunity to explain everything clearly to Ouyang Chengren.

She never, ever expected that Ouyang Chengren would leave her so suddenly.

Thinking of this, Qianqian's vision gradually blurred; tears slid down the corners of her eyes like a breached flood, unceasing.

She could no longer suppress the knife-twisting pain in her heart, and finally collapsed onto the bed, weeping softly like a child.

This cry lasted a long, long time, until her eyes were swollen red and her throat hoarse, and only then, in utter exhaustion and grief, did she drift into a muddled sleep.

When she slowly woke, the sun had long since set in the west, and night had quietly fallen. The light in the room gradually dimmed, only the faint moonlight seeping through the window casting a thin silver glow over everything.

After a good while, she finally realized she had actually slept that long — it was the servants coming to call her for dinner, their light knocking and calls, that roused her from her deep sleep.

She sat up from the bed in a daze, her body still somewhat limp, as if bound by an invisible force. She walked slowly to the dressing table and stared at herself in the mirror.

The reflection showed a slightly pale complexion, eyes faintly red; aside from that, nothing else seemed amiss. After all, she hadn't cried for very long, so it shouldn't be easily noticed by others.

She took a deep breath, striving to calm the turmoil in her heart, then tidied her hair and clothes before the mirror, trying to make herself look more spirited.

After putting herself in order, she walked slowly out of the room, heading toward the dining hall. The moment she opened the door, however, she discovered Wangchen standing silently at the doorway, motionless, staring at her.

Four eyes met; time seemed to freeze in that instant. Wangchen's gaze fell on her slightly red, swollen eyes; his lips moved faintly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still did not speak.

Qianqian merely glanced at him hurriedly, then fled as if avoiding something, striding away quickly. Her steps were rushed, as if slowing even a little would let Wangchen's gaze scorch her.

Arriving at the dining hall, everyone was already seated around the table, waiting to eat. An Wangfei noticed Qianqian's slightly red eyes at once and asked with concern: "Qianqian, what's wrong with your eyes? Are you unwell?"

Qianqian's heart tightened; she hurriedly explained: "Maybe these two days of rushing on the road were too exhausting, I didn't sleep well. Right, I was really too sleepy this afternoon — I'll go visit Huang Bobe tomorrow morning instead."

No sooner had her words fallen than, exactly as she anticipated, everyone's attention was successfully diverted to her schedule for tomorrow, and the matter of her eyes was naturally overlooked.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window onto Qianqian's bed; she woke leisurely, stretched, then quickly got up to wash and dress. Once properly attired, she mounted a fine horse and galloped toward the Imperial Palace like a gale.

Before long, Qianqian reached the Palace Gate. However, the Imperial Palace is forbidden ground, so naturally she could not ride inside. Thus she nimbly leapt from the horse and handed the reins to the guards at the gate.

Holding the Imperial Gold Plaque, Qianqian strode into the palace with head high. This plaque was bestowed by the Emperor, symbolizing her special status and privileges; therefore she walked with particular confidence, as if the Imperial Palace were her own home.

After entering the palace, Qianqian went straight to the Yudi. She knew the Emperor usually goes to the Yudi to handle memorials after court; sure enough, when she arrived at the Yudi entrance, she happened to run into Eunuch Sun, who was preparing to brew a pot of tea for the Emperor.

The moment Eunuch Sun saw Qianqian, his eyes lit up. Beaming, he stepped forward quickly, bowed and saluted: "This old servant pays respects to the Commandery Princess!"

Seeing this, Qianqian hurriedly asked: "Is my Huang Bobe in?"

Eunuch Sun hastily replied: "He's in, he's in! His Majesty has been mentioning the Commandery Princess these past few days — he's finally got you to come! Commandery Princess, please follow this old servant."

With that, Eunuch Sun led Qianqian into the Yudi. No sooner had they entered than Eunuch Sun's sharp voice rang out: "Your Majesty, look who's come to see you!"

Hearing the voice, the Emperor slowly raised his head, his gaze landing on Qianqian behind Eunuch Sun.