Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 452 Ye Xiuhan’s Gaze

Bai Chen gazed tenderly at Liu Xi, only to see her eyelashes tremble lightly, her hand also shaking nervously. He curved his lips and asked, "Does what you said tonight still hold?"

Liu Xi looked up, "What words?"

Bai Chen spoke word by word, "You said, I live when you live, I die when you die!"

Liu Xi’s heart raced under Bai Chen’s ambiguous and fiery gaze. She released his hand, lowered her eyes and said, "Back then, it was an emergency. If the Princely Heir died saving a maidservant, the maidservant can’t just keep living."

Bai Chen gave a meaningful "Oh" and stared straight at Liu Xi.

Liu Xi suddenly recalled the moment Bai Chen tightly sheltered her in his arms. A blush appeared on her cheeks. She pretended to be calm and picked up the scissors, "Princely Heir, lie down properly."

Bai Chen remembered how Liu Xi disliked him a while back, yet now she showed a hint of feminine shyness, contrasting greatly. He grinned as he laid on the soft couch, secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Maybe Liu Xi would accept him given a little more time.

Liu Xi cut Bai Chen’s shirt open from the back, revealing the muscular lines unique to a man on his wounded back. Her face flushed instantly.

Bai Chen glanced back at her, "Liu Xi, you’ve seen every inch of this Princely Heir’s body. Shouldn’t you take responsibility for me, perhaps by giving yourself to me?"

"Princely Heir, you’re talking nonsense again." Liu Xi quickly covered Bai Chen’s mouth.

Bai Chen took the opportunity to hold her hand, planting a kiss on her palm. The warm sensation caused Liu Xi’s heartbeat to go erratic. She quickly withdrew her hand, moistened the gauze, and applied it to Bai Chen’s wound.

Bai Chen winced in pain and looked at Liu Xi, "Careful, if it scars, it’s on you!"

Liu Xi ignored him, continuing to clean his wound.

Bai Chen was lying on the soft couch with great joy; he’d never felt this happy.

Being with someone you like turned out to be such a pleasant and comforting experience.

Previously, despite his flashy attempts to flirt with girls, none had ever made him as happy as Liu Xi ignoring him.

After Liu Xi finished applying the medicine, Bai Chen stood up and changed into new clothes.

Liu Xi looked at him, "Princely Heir, head to the guest room and rest. A maidservant needs to rest too."

Bai Chen looked at Liu Xi, "Let me check your wound."

Liu Xi covered her collar and backed away, "Princely Heir, please be respectful."

Bai Chen said with concern, "You got hurt because of this Princely Heir; I’m not going to touch you."

Liu Xi tightly gripped her collar, Bai Chen simply sat on the soft couch, "This Princely Heir is worried about you, I’ll stay with you tonight."

Liu Xi frowned, "No way."

Bai Chen reluctantly got up and, in pain, leaned on Liu Xi’s body, holding her tightly in his arms, causing Liu Xi to freeze in fear.

Bai Chen embraced Liu Xi’s soft and slender frame, taking in the fragrance of her hair, whispering by her ear, "The wound hurts so much, just let me hold you for a moment, I’ll leave right away."

Liu Xi was flushed red from being in his embrace, hearing his intense heartbeat, yet she didn’t push him away.

But could she really be with Bai Chen?

A maidservant and a Princely Heir—when he gets married in the future, he’ll likely inherit his father’s nobility. Could they truly be together given this disparity?

What if Bai Chen merely wanted her to be a concubine? That’s why he doesn’t worry about their future at all.

Liu Xi pushed Bai Chen away and calmly said, "Princely Heir, please go and rest."

Bai Chen knew Liu Xi had once suffered emotionally and perhaps healing would take some time. He smiled slightly and said, "Alright, you should rest well too."

Liu Xi nodded and escorted him outside.

...

Late at night, within the royal palace, Beiyue Empress Si Yao watched over her father’s coffin.

"Father, from now on, there will be no one to love me anymore, Father..." She knelt and cried until her voice was hoarse.

Si Yao wiped away her tears and returned to her original sleeping quarters.

Actually, if not for keeping vigil for her father, added to the fact that it was already late night, according to rules, she shouldn’t be staying in the palace.

Her attendant was Lian’er. Once Lian’er helped her finish washing, she looked at Si Yao and comforted, "Your Highness, please restrain your grief!"

Si Yao sat expressionless in front of the bronze mirror; she finally left Beiyue and returned to Nanjin.

Beiyue’s Emperor Xiao Chi is simply a crazed demon.

"You may retreat!" Si Yao said.

"Yes, Your Highness."

After Lian’er retreated, Si Yao undressed completely and stood naked before the bronze mirror.

Her body was bruised, with scars from burns, all traces of abuse by the Beiyue Emperor.

She initially hoped for a lifetime of love with her future husband, only to find things took an unexpected turn.

Xiao Chi, lustful, had three thousand beauties in the harem, rarely visiting her sleeping quarters.

Even if he came every two weeks, he would torture and beat her all night.

Si Yao never wanted to return to Beiyue; why should she sacrifice her happiness, why did she have to go to Beiyue for a diplomatic marriage!

She secretly gritted her teeth, it was all Zhan Lan and Mu Yan’s fault!

Otherwise, it would have been Zhan Lan who went for the diplomatic marriage!

With her return, she seeks a way to stay and never go back to Beiyue again.

...

The next day, Zhan Lan met Si Yao by Wangjiang Lake.

Si Yao looked at Zhan Lan with a calm expression, no signs of respect, "Imperial Aunt, how have you been?"

Zhan Lan looked over gently and smiled, saying, "The Grand Princess has traveled far, it seems her complexion is not as good as before. Could it be the Beiyue environment isn’t agreeable?"

Si Yao, compared to when she was in Nanjin, had lost a lot of weight, her eye sockets were sunken, her cheeks were thin, as though she aged several years.

Si Yao gritted her teeth, Zhan Lan’s complexion now was rosy, akin to a ripe peach.

Si Yao said sarcastically, "I went for a diplomatic marriage for peace between two countries. Now, as an Empress, I naturally have many responsibilities, not like Imperial Aunt, hehe, a General without military power, simply staying home and enjoying comfort."

Zhan Lan smiled lightly, "Indeed, this Princess now spends her days boating and admiring the scenery, savoring delicacies and fine wine, with your Imperial Uncle loving me, I am quite leisurely and thus emotionally happy."

Seeing Si Yao’s knitted brows, Zhan Lan suddenly changed the subject, "Oh, I forgot, I’ve heard the Beiyue Emperor favors women, with three thousand beauties in the harem. As an Empress, the Grand Princess must be busy competing with all these women for the affection of the husband."

Si Yao was infuriated by Zhan Lan’s words, trembling all over. She glanced at Zhan Lan meaningfully before leaving with a flick of her sleeve.

Zhan Lan looked into the distance and caught sight of Ye Xiuhan standing in a pavilion not far away, watching her.

Ye Xiuhan wore a dark blue robe, with a black cloak draped behind him. His black hair was tied in his crown, under sword-like eyebrows lay a pair of lovely phoenix eyes, lacking the usual sharp depth, instead gazing at her serenely, the corners of his lips slightly lifted.

Zhan Lan nodded towards him with a slight smile, acknowledging him!

Ye Xiuhan looked at Zhan Lan, adorned in red, like a flower speaking poetry, exuding fragrant jade.

Ye Xiuhan met her sparkling gaze; as she smiled, the river breeze blew her long black hair, adorned with a hairpin and tassels, gently swaying, like a Heavenly Immortal descending, graceful and elegant, with an aura like orchid.

Ye Xiuhan’s heart skipped a beat as he struggled to maintain composure.

This trip to Nanjin was of his own request. Besides searching for someone, no one knows the sentiments he harbors secretly.

Si Yao turned back and saw Ye Xiuhan’s gaze on Zhan Lan.

She squinted her eyes, wondering when did this inherently indifferent Beiyue Great General ever show such tender emotions towards any woman.

Even though she had approached Ye Xiuhan multiple times, he remained as cold as ice.

Si Yao withdrew her gaze, turning her back on the two, her eyes filled with darkness.