Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

The master is not sensible, but Fengquan cannot be ignorant.

So, after Jiang Lige finished speaking, he saw Feng Quan stand up and bow, "Princess, Prince, you two should rest for a while. I will go out and get some fresh air."

Jiang Lige was extremely puzzled, "Fengquan, what's wrong with you? Why are you breathing heavily for no reason?"

"I'm carsick!" Feng Quan gritted his teeth, left a few words and fled.

The cold wind from the closed car door made Jiang Lige shiver, and the moment he looked away, he met Ning Yunxiao's gaze.

He just stared at her without saying a word, which made Jiang Lige feel guilty for no reason.

Jiang Lige shrank his head and smiled awkwardly, "Prince?"

Ning Yunxiao expressionlessly pushed the blanket off his body and covered Jiang Lige with it. He folded his hands and leaned against the car wall, looking at Jiang Lige leisurely.

"Sometimes I think the princess is very brave, and sometimes, I think she is very timid."

The warm blanket blocked the cool breeze that seeped in through the gaps, and also carried a bit of Ning Yunxiao's body temperature, making Jiang Lige's face flush.

This nonsensical sentence made Jiang Lige unsure of what Ning Yunxiao meant, so he tilted his head with a confused look on his face.

"Your Highness, what you said is like a tongue twister. Li Ge is stupid."

"Just a casual remark." Ning Yunxiao looked away after hearing this and changed his posture to pretend to rest. "This is a serious matter. I'm afraid we'll have to endure it after returning to the capital. Princess, please take a rest."

After saying that, Ning Yunxiao closed his eyes and began to rest.

Jiang Lige didn't want to disturb him, so he just closed his eyes and rested.

Perhaps it was because the day was really tiring. After a while, Jiang Lige's regular breathing sound came to my ears.

She really came in her sleep.

Ning Yunxiao slowly opened his eyes and looked into Jiang Lige's eyes. From this angle, he could just see her soft jawline.

Jiang Lige is truly a mysterious existence to Ning Yunxiao.

Ning Yunxiao had felt more than once that Jiang Lige was courageous.

No matter how great the difficulties or how strong the enemies, she never backed down.

He admired her for her wit, courage, calmness, self-control, boldness and carefulness.

Sometimes, Ning Yunxiao felt that she was very timid.

Especially when facing him, she was always cautious and tried to please him.

He asked Gu Fan, and Gu Fan said that it was love; but he always felt that love should not be like this.

Love is not about compromising in order to please, but about holding hands together until old age.

So, Jiang Lige, what are you hiding and avoiding?

……

The carriage galloped all the way into the capital, and after turning onto Zhengnan Street, Ning Yunxiao and Jiang Lige separated.

Ning Yunxiao and a few of his confidants took Bai Fenglin into the yamen, while Jiang Lige was protected by a large group of people and entered the palace.

After entering the palace, Jiang Lige went straight to Qingge Cottage. Song Yue, who learned the news, was waiting at the door early. As soon as she saw Jiang Lige, she burst into tears.

"It was all my reckless behavior that implicated the princess. Amitabha, may the Buddha bless us, luckily the princess is fine! Otherwise..."

"Pah, pah, pah, why are you saying such unlucky things?"

Jiang Lige snorted three times, stopping Song Yue from talking. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Go prepare some fragrant bath for me first. After I'm done, I have to go pay my respects to my great-aunt."

Song Yue nodded repeatedly, "I will go right away."

After Songyue left, Jiang Lige gave Fengquan another order.

"Thank you for taking the trouble to come. Please comfort my great-aunt first. If I go there like this, I don't know how worried she will be. It's not a big deal, so don't worry her."

"Yes."

"Oh, right." Feng Quan responded and was about to leave, but Jiang Lige stopped him. "I'd like to borrow the nanny from my great-aunt's house. I'll go to Jiang Chuchu and tell her I've returned safely. I'll ask her to come to Funing Palace to have a feast to appease her."

Feng Quan understood, "Before the news from outside the palace reaches us, we must run as fast as possible."

Jiang Lige smiled and said, "You are so smart!"

After giving instructions for the matters at hand, Jiang Lige was helped by the maids to wash and dress.

Although Jiang Lige was not seriously injured, he suffered a lot this time. There were many blue and purple wounds on his snow-white skin, which made Song Yue burst into tears.

Therefore, when the group packed up and went to Funing Palace to see Jiang Chuchu, if Jiang Lige had not stopped her, Song Yue would have pounced on Jiang Chuchu and torn off a piece of flesh.

Jiang Chuchu was as calm as ever. When she saw Jiang Lige coming in, she walked towards him from a distance. Her eyes were red, and tears naturally rolled down her cheeks the moment she held Jiang Lige's hand.

"Sister is finally back safe and sound. How dare those traitors from the Bai family treat her like this! Is she hurt? I was so worried sick Chuchu!"

The maid Lvliu beside her also said, "Thank God, Princess Zhaohua finally returned unharmed. You don't know that after the Second Princess found out you were kidnapped, she couldn't eat or sleep. She was already weak, but she was just trying hard to hold on."

"Lvliu! Why are you saying these things? Don't make your sister worry!" After Lvliu said that, Jiang Chuchu had to pretend to scold Lvliu, and then her calves trembled slightly, and she almost fainted.

"Princess, Princess!" Seeing this, Lvliu hurriedly cried for her parents and went forward to support Jiang Chuchu.

Look, the master and servant are singing the same tune, and they wish they could write the words "beautiful and kind-hearted, always thinking of you" on their faces.

I’m afraid that even the leading actresses on the stage can’t perform as well as theirs.

Jiang Chuchu leaned back slightly, and before Lvliu could support herself, she felt a hand grabbing her forearm.

It was a hand that was apparently as soft as boneless, but the moment it grasped her forearm, it turned into hard iron, firmly locking her arm with such force that it seemed as if it wanted to crush her.

Jiang Chuchu felt that half of her body was numb from being pinched. Looking into Jiang Lige's calm eyes, she didn't dare to shout out loud.

"Thank you, sister. Chuchu is fine now."

"That's good." Jiang Lige slowly withdrew her hand after hearing this. "If you fainted in Funing Palace today, it would be my fault."

"Sister, what are you talking about? I've been weak for a while now, how could someone gossip about me like this?"

"Well, Chuchu is worried."

"Sister has always been very kind to Chuchu. After such a great disaster, Chuchu naturally prays for her."

Jiang Lige chuckled, "Chu Chu, do you really think I treat you well?"

"Sister, how good you are to Chu Chu is obvious to everyone."

"Well, so..." Jiang Lige nodded, his eyes sweeping over Jiang Chuchu's pitiful face. The smile in his eyes, which had just been a little bit smiling, faded, and a biting coldness burst out. "Is this how you repay my kindness?"

"Snapped--"

Before Jiang Chuchu could react, she was slapped to the ground.