Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 316 - 315: Oh, Pestering Qinglian Again

A young girl wearing a golden peach blossom gauze dress, hands on her hips, glared at the boy in front of her with displeasure.

The other party was dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold-threaded clouds and had an unfriendly look in his eyes.

Neither would give in.

When paths cross, the boldest wins.

Huanhuan kept a stern face and didn’t even blink as she spoke, "Well, here you are pestering Qinglian again. Haven’t I told you already? Qinglian doesn’t like your type. You’re dreaming if you think you stand a chance."

Zhao Yi, with his eyebrows sharp like swords and an imposing appearance, had a hint of aggression in his expression, which fleetingly turned gloomy before vanishing.

He steadied himself and said clearly, "I respect you as Qinglian’s friend. Holding onto grudges from years ago and constantly clashing with words doesn’t seem fitting for a noble lady."

Huanhuan seemed like she heard an incredible joke, let out a small snort, and then burst into laughter, "Haha, I’ve never claimed to be a noble lady. We, the children of the martial world, repay debts and grievances in kind."

This is a hurdle I cannot cross.

Her hands on her hips shifted to rubbing her fists, ready for a battle.

Just perfect for testing my martial arts skills; all masters come through sparring!

Huanhuan’s desire to duel was even stronger, her eyes sparkling.

The boy in black was about to speak when Qinglian hastily interrupted, getting a word in before he could, "Huanhuan, don’t fight at the Imperial College. It wouldn’t be good if it attracted the teachers’ attention."

Her slender figure leaned toward her friend, affectionately entwining her arm.

The arrogant, tense atmosphere dissipated.

Huanhuan nodded suddenly, "True, I’m no longer a student here. It’s already good enough that I got in. If a fight catches the teachers’ attention, it’ll end badly. You thought it through."

"Yes." After responding, Qinglian’s gaze landed on Zhao Yi, "Prince Zhao, Qinglian is busy with her studies and has little free time. If there’s nothing important, there’s no need to seek me out."

Zhao Yi was standing there because a bookstore had opened in the Capital City, and he wanted to invite Qinglian to visit. But who would’ve thought, just as he started to speak, the girl in the golden peach blossom gauze dress descended, disrupting everything.

A trace of malice flickered across his angular face, "Fine, I have things to do and will leave first. Continue your conversation."

Then, he straightened his body and walked away with firm strides, carrying a sense of unwillingness.

The black-clad figure walked farther along the direct stone path until he turned a corner and disappeared.

Huanhuan widened her eyes to watch, only relaxing her face when she was sure he hadn’t turned back. "That Zhao Yi isn’t a good person. He’s up to no good. Be careful in the future."

Qinglian followed her lead, "Alright."

To be fair, Zhao Yi was quite good to Qinglian and would occasionally check in with warm words, but Qinglian didn’t feel anything for him.

If the Eldest Princess’s daughter, Xia Yurong, encountered him once, she would embarrass Qinglian every time, making it unbearable.

Over time, she grew fearful of seeing Zhao Yi, who often brought her trouble.

It was noon, and the August sunlight filtered through the ginkgo leaves, casting dappled shadows on the faces of the two charming people.

A ginkgo tree stood solemnly by the path, its golden leaves occasionally drifting down. Come late autumn, the ginkgo leaves would be at their yellowest!

Qinglian affectionately pulled Huanhuan’s hand as they walked toward the Qingqiu Courtyard not far behind, "Huanhuan, why are you so free to visit me today? Is there something fun?"