kvmb Chapter 507: Cherish this brief reunion
Chapter 507: Cherish this brief reunion
At dawn, Si Yao was awakened by the chirping of birds outside. There was still a wisp of smoke floating in the incense burner in front of the window. She slowly got up and looked around this simple and elegant room. Last night, she talked with Yan Zong until three o'clock in the morning and was so tired that she hurried to bed. Today, after taking a closer look, she found that the furnishings in this room were similar to those in her room in the medicine shop. She couldn't help but smile.
"Morning, Miss Siyao."
As soon as Si Yao walked out of the room, she saw Xin Nu appear in front of her.
"Good morning, is the prince awake?" Si Yao greeted Xin Nu and then turned to look at the closed door opposite and asked.
"Your Highness is in the kitchen right now." Xin Nu bowed and replied.
Si Yao went downstairs to the kitchen without saying a word. While she was happy, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He had traveled all day yesterday and stayed up late before going to bed, but he still insisted on making breakfast for her this morning.
Although it was already bright in the sky, it was still chilly in spring and the thick morning fog had not yet dissipated. The entire villa seemed to be in a fairyland.
As soon as Si Yao went downstairs, she was confronted by Yan Zong who was carrying breakfast. He was dressed in a dark purple casual suit but still looked majestic and noble. The two smiled at each other, tenderness in their eyes.
"Your cooking skills are getting better and better." In the hall, Si Yao praised sincerely while tasting the pumpkin porridge cooked by Yan Zong himself.
"It's just pumpkin porridge. It doesn't test your cooking skills. You just need to simmer it over low heat for half an hour." Yan Zong was delighted to receive the compliment. Although he said he didn't agree, the smile on his face was obvious.
"Then you got up before dawn, didn't you?" Si Yao didn't know how to cook, but when she heard that it would take half an hour to cook the porridge, she looked at him with concern again.
"I always wake up early." Yan Zong continued to add porridge to her and smiled gently.
"You don't have to work so hard for me all the time." Si Yao lowered her eyes and looked at the pumpkin porridge in front of her in silence for a moment before speaking again.
“Ayao, it’s a joy to do anything for the one you love, how can it be hard?” Yan Zong smiled helplessly, then held her hand and sighed, and continued: “I was very talented when I was young, and my mother was favored, so my father loved me especially. When I was a teenager, I was praised as a favored child of heaven in Shangjing City. Naturally, my character became arrogant and looked down on others, but not long after, my mother fell out of favor and passed away. It was like a blow from heaven. I was seriously injured and fell from a high place. I saw many hypocritical faces in this world, so I developed a suspicious and cold heart again, until you appeared, Ayao, it was you who melted my heart that had been frozen for many years again, and because of you, I have the courage to try love and trust again.”
Listening to Yan Zong's heartfelt words, Si Yao couldn't help but stand up and hug him, smiling and saying: "I don't know what love is either. I just know that since I have you in my heart, I miss you more. When you are around, I am happy to do anything. When you are not around, I miss you and hope that you are healthy and free from disasters."
"Ayao, having you in my life is enough!" The love words she confided for the first time made Yan Zong's heart beat fast. He also raised his hands, put them around her slender waist and held her tightly in his arms.
"Ayao, after completing Xiyue's great cause, I will no longer be a prince. I will just stay by your side and cook soup for you every day, okay?" After a moment's silence, Yan Zong whispered in her ear with a smile.
"Will an ambitious prince be content to live an ordinary life?" Si Yao also smiled and murmured, she just thought he was joking.
"What's wrong with an ordinary life?" Yan Zong turned his expression and frowned, saying: I once dreamed that if my mother had not followed my father back to the palace, but chose to be a doctor and save the dying and the wounded among the people, she would have lived an ordinary and happy life with a man who loved her. In this way, she would definitely grow old together."
Yan Zong couldn't help choking up at the end. Si Yao hurriedly patted his back and replied softly, "Okay, if you really want to live like this in the future, I will accompany you. If you don't want to be a prince and want to retire, I can also support you."
"Silly A'yao, how can a woman support a man with hands and feet? Even if I don't become the prince of Xiyue Kingdom, I must be able to support myself, otherwise I will become a waste." Yan Zong, who was sad because of his mother, couldn't help but smile dotingly when he heard Si Yao say this. Then he let her go and turned his head to look outside. The thick fog gradually dissipated, and the morning sun had penetrated the branches and shone in. He sighed in his heart that time passed too quickly, and had to say again: "After you finish eating, I will take you back to the medicine shop."
"I'm not going anywhere today. I'll just stay with you." She shook her head, held his fingers tightly, and smiled sweetly.
Yan Zong was overjoyed and hugged her tightly in his arms again.
"Your Highness and Miss Si Yao have become so inseparable when they meet again this time." In the courtyard, Yu Cheng secretly glanced at the two people who had finally separated in the room and were now hugging each other again, and could not help but mutter.
"After today, His Highness will go north again. From now on, he and Miss Si Yao will be separated by thousands of miles. It will not be easy to see them again." Xin Nu also sighed. She understood that both His Highness and Miss Si Yao cherished this brief reunion.
Yu Cheng was about to speak again when he saw His Highness and Miss Si Yao walking out together, so he hurried forward to greet them.
"It's already noon, your sister hasn't come back yet?"
Under the long corridor in the backyard of Sanxiu Pharmacy, Sanxiu looked at Si Yao's room and asked Xiu Ming who was following beside her with concern.
"Master, nothing will happen to my junior sister as she is with the prince. Don't worry." Xiu Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Last night, when he learned that his junior sister was staying in the prince's villa, the master was furious. Today, he got up early and kept wandering outside his junior sister's room.
"How can I not worry? Your sister is still a girl, and now she is staying at the home of Yan Zong without any status. What if that boy seduces your sister into doing something..."
"Master, if you don't believe in the prince, then you don't believe in your disciple either? Master, please stop imagining this." Before Sanxiu could finish his words, Xiuming turned around and interrupted him.
"Grandmaster, uncle, our master has returned with the letter." Xiu Ming had just finished speaking when Xiaolu suddenly ran up to them with a letter.
Upon hearing this, Sanxiu couldn't wait to snatch the letter and open it. His face immediately turned gloomy and he threw the letter to Xiu Ming and left in a hurry.
"Uncle, what did Master write to make Grandmaster so angry?" Xiaolu asked anxiously.
"The prince will go north again tomorrow, and your master will not come back today." Xiu Ming sighed thoughtfully after reading the letter.
He sighed, not because he was worried that his junior sister and the prince would do something out of line, but because he didn't know when the prince would see his junior sister again after going north. How could he not be sad when two people who loved each other were always apart and suffered from the pain of missing each other?
Xiaolu was surprised to hear that His Highness was going north, but then he guessed that once King Han died, His Highness would be needed to guard the important areas in the north, so he didn't think about it anymore.