Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Qingzhu didn't dare to shout, fearing that the suddenly appearing thugs would hurt her young master.

Gu Yao was so startled by the sudden appearance of the person that he dropped the basket in his hand, and the osmanthus flowers he had just picked fell all over the ground.

Qingzhu forced herself to remain calm, pointed at the thugs, and said in a trembling voice, "Who are you thieves? Why don't you let go of my young master? Committing violence in broad daylight at the Prime Minister's residence!"

The "thug" was masked and had one hand pretending to grab Gu Yao's neck. He seemed quite interested in Qingzhu's words.

"Oh, so what if I commit murder today? What can you do about it?"

Qingzhu had never seen such an arrogant thief before. Her fingers trembled, and she was speechless for a long time.

Gu Yao raised an eyebrow upon hearing the familiar voice.

Oh, it’s an acquaintance.

The fragrance of osmanthus was so strong that it temporarily masked the unique spice scent of the Western Regions on the person.

As soon as the voice came out, Gu Yao knew who it was.

Seeing Wanyan Jue, the dignified third prince of Xiling, trying to scare his servant, Gu Yao was speechless.

Thinking of the suffering he had endured these past few days while trapped in the mansion, and the bitter medicine he drank every day that made his tongue numb, Gu Yao became angry.

Gu Yao slapped away the hand that was gripping his neck and picked up the basket from the ground.

Most of the osmanthus flowers that Gu Yao had painstakingly picked had fallen, making Gu Yao's heart ache.

Gu Yao found everything about Wan Yan Jue displeasing. He glared at him, lifted his robe, and kicked him.

Wanyan Jue widened his eyes, removed his face mask, dodged, and continued to tease him.

"Minister Gu is so heartless. We haven't seen each other for so long, and he doesn't even say he misses me. Instead, he kicks me right away. I miss Minister Gu terribly."

Wanyan Jue mispronounced the word "侍" (shì), making it sound like "顾郎" (gù láng).

This is how women in the Great Xuan Dynasty addressed their lovers.

It sounds like whispered sweet nothings between lovers.

Qingzhu blushed upon hearing this.

How could the Third Prince be so reckless?

How could he not know that his young master and this Third Prince had such a past?

Gu Yao didn't want to talk to him right now; she was angry.

The matter at the hunting grounds hasn't been settled yet, and now he's caused his own osmanthus to spill, and this guy is already playing the victim.

Besides, he knew Wanyan Jue's character perfectly well; he was always good at playing the victim, and he had been tricked by Wanyan Jue using this tactic countless times.

Gu Yao was in a bad mood and spoke with barbs, "The Third Prince of Xiling has quite the nerve. Is this not enough revenge at the hunting grounds? Now he's openly committing violence at my Prime Minister's residence?"

His opening remarks completely ruined what should have been a romantic and ambiguous reunion between old lovers, turning it into something resembling a meeting of enemies.

Upon hearing Gu Yao mention the hunting grounds, Wanyan Jue's expression changed.

He was in the wrong from the start.

Recalling Gu Yao's chillingly pale face at the hunting grounds, she felt a pang of pain and a wave of guilt.

I promised to protect him, but now I've hurt him first.

With a sigh, Wanyan Jue tentatively pleaded, "It's all my fault. Is Le'an still angry with me?"

Gu Yao lowered her head to pick through the flower stems, glanced at him, and gave him a look that said, "You'll figure it out yourself."

Sensing Gu Yao's indifferent attitude, Wanyan Jue pursed her lips.

He resorted to his tried-and-true tactic of feigning helplessness.

He knew Gu Yao was annoyed with him, so he just gently tugged at Gu Yao's sleeve without saying a word.

She stared intently at Gu Yao with her clear blue eyes, which seemed to see right into his heart. Her slightly wavy brown hair hung down on either side of her alluring and exquisite face, giving her an innocent look.

Her clear blue eyes were as pure as a handful of fresh snow from Namcha Barwa.

It always makes one want to protect this pure and beautiful thing.

Moreover, Wanyan Jue really knows how to use her appearance advantage, no wonder it works every time.

Gu Yao felt a little soft-hearted, but then remembered that he had been fooled by this trick many times, so his heart hardened again.

He couldn't pull up his sleeve, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.

Qingzhu stared blankly at the interaction between the two, and wisely chose to keep quiet.

Gu Yao was the first to give in. He sighed helplessly, pulled out his sleeve, and turned to walk back to the osmanthus tree.

Wanyan Jue was saddened, and his head drooped.

Is this tactic no longer effective against Le'an?

It used to work every time.

I don't think I've become ugly, so why am I so unattractive?

The beauty was heartbroken, and her dejected expression made one's heart tremble, wishing that one could present her with all the best things in the world.

Qingzhu couldn't help but want to plead for the Third Prince.

She glanced at her young master's cold expression, then swallowed back the words of pleading that were about to come out.

"If the Third Prince wants to make amends, he should at least do something practical. He knocked over the flowers I picked; how should this be settled?"

Wanyan Jue suddenly looked up, his eyes lighting up.

He knew that Gu Yao was giving him a way out.

This is a tacit understanding that belongs only to him and Gu Yao.

Wanyan Jue caught up with Gu Yao in two strides, snatched the basket from Gu Yao's hand, and smiled brightly.

He looks just like the landlord's second fool.

Gu Yao was disgusted.

"Le'an, you rest. Leave the rough work to me."

Gu Yao let go of her hand and happily stood aside, enjoying the peace and quiet.

If there are free laborers available, why not take advantage of them?

Wanyan Jue used his lightness skill, his feet stopped abruptly, his body became as light as if flying, he leaped into the air, instantly rose high, and landed lightly on the flower branch, standing steadily.

The flowering tree trembled, and petals fluttered down in a flurry.

Wanyan Jue moved with agility, her clothes fluttering, as light and graceful as a swallow, flitting among the branches and weaving through the rain of flowers.

After picking a basket of osmanthus flowers, he stood on a branch, raised his hand to wave the overflowing osmanthus blossoms in the basket, turned back and smiled brightly at Gu Yao, and the surrounding scenery instantly became mere background.

The sunlight behind her was just right, and her temples were adorned with pearls. Her eyes were like stars and the moon, slightly bewitching, yet still elegant and charming. She was naturally graceful.

The splendor of that era has vanished, nowhere to be found.

Qingzhu was stunned by the smile, and Gu Yao was also momentarily dazed, but he quickly came back to his senses and maintained his indifferent expression.

This was his last act of defiance.

Wanyan Jue felt a pang of regret, secretly marveling at Gu Yao's unwavering resolve.

She lightly stepped on the flower branches, bringing with her a delicate fragrance, and flew down to Gu Yao. She presented the basket to Gu Yao like a treasure, her face seeking praise.

If Wanyan Jue had a tail, it would definitely be spinning like a propeller by now.

Seeing Gu Yao's expressionless face, Wanyan Jue's expression clearly fell, and he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Gu Yao could almost see the invisible pair of ears on his head drooping down.

With a sigh in his heart, Gu Yao took the basket and asked Qingzhu to get Wanyan Jue a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

Happily accepting the handkerchief, Wanyan Jue carefully tucked the handkerchief, embroidered with green bamboo and stained with pine resin, into his bosom. He then hastily wiped his face with his sleeve and caught up with Gu Yao with a smile.

"Le'an, wait for me."