While speaking, she seized the opportunity to pounce toward the person sitting behind the table.
Before Pei Yanchuan could react, a green shadow had already thrown itself into his arms.
His body leaned back slightly, and he could only reach out his hands to catch her.
Jiang Wanning wrapped her arms around Pei Yanchuan’s neck and buried her head in his chest. “Your Highness, I’m scared.”
Pei Yanchuan’s arms encircled her as his eyes signaled Mo Bai to stop.
Mo Bai tilted its head with an expression that seemed to say, “Didn’t you tell me to be a bit more fierce?”
Seeing Pei Yanchuan’s cold expression, it retreated a few steps.
“Mo Qing.”
Hearing the summons from outside the study, Mo Qing hurriedly pushed open the door.
“Your…” The foot he had stepped in with retreated half a step, and he squinted his eyes. “This lowly one has offended you.”
“Hurry up and take your brother down!”
Pei Yanchuan’s tone was icy. “If you frighten anyone, I will hold you responsible.”
Mo Qing: “……” Wasn’t it you who told me to bring him in to intentionally scare Miss Jiang?
“Yes.” Mo Qing led Mo Bai out.
Then he turned around and closed the study door.
Jiang Wanning still clung tightly to Pei Yanchuan’s neck, refusing to let go.
“Miss Jiang?”
Pei Yanchuan applied a slight amount of force, seeing that he couldn’t remove the arms hanging around his neck.
Forget it.
He simply asked, “What did Miss Jiang say just now?”
Jiang Wanning kept her eyes closed, looking extremely frightened as she slightly raised her head. “I wanted to ask Your Highness.”
“Can you lend me the doctor from your manor? My second sister was stung by wasps.”
Just for such a small matter?
“You mentioned the Heir just now?”
Jiang Wanning seemed to have just remembered. “I meant to say, the Heir’s sweetheart. My second sister is indeed the Heir’s sweetheart.”
“I thought that saying it was my second sister wouldn’t be as effective as saying it was the Heir’s sweetheart.”
“That way, it would be harder for Your Highness to refuse.”
Pei Yanchuan’s head slowly tilted to one side. The warm breath Jiang Wanning exhaled while speaking brushed against his earlobe and neck.
The person in his arms was restless, squirming her body every now and then.
This caused a wicked fire to ignite in Pei Yanchuan’s lower abdomen, as if it were about to erupt from his nose.
Pei Yanchuan stood up abruptly, gulping down a mouthful of cold tea to suppress his heavy breathing.
Jiang Wanning pressed down the upward curve of her lips, her eyes blinking innocently as she tilted her head slightly. “Is Your Highness feeling unwell?”
“Do we need to call a doctor?”
As she spoke, she reached out with a worried expression and fumbled around Pei Yanchuan’s chest. “Is there discomfort somewhere?”
Pei Yanchuan tightly gripped the mischievous little hand and made a swallowing motion. “It’s nothing.”
“I will have the doctor go with you.”
Jiang Wanning pondered for a moment. “Why don’t you come with me, Your Highness?”
Pei Yanchuan’s handsome eyes looked at Jiang Wanning with confusion.
What trick was this little girl playing now?
“Your Highness’s health requires constant attention. If I borrow the doctor from your manor,”
“And something happens to Your Highness during that time, I would become a sinner of the Eastern Ling Kingdom.”
“It’s better if Your Highness comes with me.”
Jiang Wanning looked at Pei Yanchuan and continued, “Furthermore, I am just a young girl.”
“It’s so late. Aren’t you afraid something might happen to me?”
“What if a tiger runs out on the street and carries me away? Then Your Highness won’t have a wife anymore.”
“Pffft… cough, cough, cough…”
Pei Yanchuan had just taken a sip of water, and hearing Jiang Wanning’s bold words, he choked and coughed for a long time before recovering.
“Are you alright, Your Highness?” Jiang Wanning gently patted Pei Yanchuan’s back to help him catch his breath.
Pei Yanchuan sighed inwardly. “Fine, this Prince will make the trip with you.”
The two of them left the study.
Jiang Wanning held onto Pei Yanchuan’s arm tightly.
“Miss Jiang, this is not in accordance with propriety.”
Although Pei Yanchuan felt reluctant, he still moved a step away to maintain distance.
“But I’m scared. What if Mo Bai runs out again…”
“How did you know its name is Mo Bai?”
Jiang Wanning: Oh no, I forgot that in this life, I haven’t met Mo Bai yet.
“That… I… I heard our son mention it before.”
Pei Yanchuan’s eyebrow twitched.
Just as they left the manor, they ran into Pei Anqing, who was returning with a face full of anger.
“Ningning?”
The moment Pei Anqing saw Jiang Wanning, he was startled, and countless thoughts popped into his mind.
Seeing Jiang Wanning holding Pei Yanchuan’s arm so tightly, an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart for some reason.
“Fa… Father.”
“Mm.”
Pei Yanchuan gave a faint response.
“You and Ningning…”
Before Pei Anqing could finish his sentence, his heart tightened under Pei Yanchuan’s gaze. “This son has overstepped.”
“Where are you and the Princess Consort going?”
“The Heir has arrived at just the right time. Why don’t we go together?”
Jiang Wanning took on the air of a kind mother. “It’s like this…”
She told Pei Anqing everything that had happened to Jiang Wanru in great detail.
“I’m worried about my sister, and I thought the Heir should be worried about her too. Your Highness, why don’t we ask the Heir to come along?”
Pei Yanchuan felt that he understood this little girl beside him less and less.
He gave a faint response, “Let’s go.”
After saying that, he walked toward the carriage. Jiang Wanning followed closely, and the two of them passed by Pei Anqing.
Pei Anqing’s hands were tightly clenched, his knuckles cracking from the strain.
“Isn’t the Heir coming?” Jiang Wanning turned her head to ask kindly.
Pei Yanchuan said calmly, “You should go and take a look as well.”
“Though she is a concubine, she is still the second miss of the Marquis’s Manor.”
“Yes.” Pei Anqing gritted his teeth and followed.
Inside the carriage,
Jiang Wanning sat opposite Pei Yanchuan, staring at him without blinking.
It was as if she could see flowers blooming on his face.
“Cough, cough…” Pei Yanchuan cleared his throat with a fake cough, his hand in a loose fist.
Jiang Wanning tilted her head. “Can Your Highness promise me one thing?”
“Speak.”
“This beard of yours is too ugly. On our wedding day, will you shave it off?”
Pei Yanchuan turned his face away, pretending not to care.
“Although this Prince is not as old as your father, I am a man with an heir. Whether this beard is shaved or not makes no difference.”
“Then can Your Highness tell me about the late Princess Consort?”
Pei Yanchuan’s brow furrowed slightly.
“I just want to know what kind of person the late Princess Consort was. I see that the Heir doesn’t resemble you; perhaps he takes after the late Princess Consort more.”
“I’ve never heard anyone in the capital mention what she was like, so I’m a bit curious.”
Pei Yanchuan searched his memory for the appearance of Pei Anqing’s biological mother.
“She was just an ordinary woman.”
“Then how did Your Highness meet her?”
Pei Yanchuan had never thought about discussing this with anyone. Or rather, if it were someone else, he could simply say: “What does it have to do with you?” and dismiss them.
Therefore, he had never deliberately thought about how to lie if someone asked.
But being asked by Jiang Wanning like this, he unexpectedly didn’t know how to fabricate a story.
“If Your Highness doesn’t want to say it, then don’t. Why is your face turning red?” Jiang Wanning said. “Someone who didn’t know better would think Your Highness was still inexperienced…”
“Mmm, mmm, mmm…”