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Compared to the sorrow in Le Yao Yao's heart, the two people inside the room were clearly startled by her sudden appearance as she pushed the door open. They both turned to look at Le Yao Yao, who had unexpectedly appeared at the doorway.
Outside, Little One was panting heavily, her little face flushed from running. Her hair was a bit disheveled, and it looked slightly askew. It was evident that she had rushed over in a frenzy.
As they observed her face transition from initial worry and panic to shock, Leng Junyu's cold eyes flickered for a moment before he quickly pushed Nian Sulan away from his embrace. He realized that Le Yao Yao must have misunderstood the situation.
Earlier that day, on his way back, he had encountered a wild horse running amok in the streets, injuring several people along the way. Nian Sulan was one of those affected by the horse's rampage. Although the horse hadn't touched her directly, she had twisted her ankle while fleeing in panic.
She had nearly met her demise under the hooves of that horse, but fortunately, he had arrived just in time to save her. In the end, the wild horse was subdued, but Nian Sulan had sustained an injury to her foot and was clearly shaken, gripping his hand tightly without letting go.
Seeing this, he felt helpless and had no choice but to take her to the clinic. Just as they arrived, the doctor finished treating her and left. He intended to leave as well when she suddenly collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Before he could even reach out to push her away gently, the carved wooden door was abruptly flung open from the outside with a loud bang. He was taken aback and felt displeased at this unexpected intrusion.
Unexpectedly, when Leng Junyu clearly saw the small figure standing at the door, his handsome face froze for a moment. Without a second thought, he pushed Nian Sulan away from him.
He didn't want 'him' to misunderstand.
Just then, Xing, who had just finished using the restroom and rushed over, saw Le Yao Yao standing at the door without entering. He immediately completed the sentence he had left unfinished earlier.
"Hey, I really didn't expect you, Xiaoyaozi, with your short legs, to run so fast! I didn't have time to tell you earlier—the one who got hurt isn't the prince; it's Miss Nian!"
Xing's arrival snapped Le Yao Yao out of her daze.
Silver Fang bit her lip tightly and then forced a smile as she said, "Oh, oh, I see! Since the prince is fine, I'll head back to the manor now..."
After saying that, Le Yao Yao turned and left immediately.
She truly didn't want to stay here for even a moment longer.
Her nose felt sore, and her heart was heavy.
Moreover, her eyes were misty, as if something was about to fall out.
At that moment, she realized she felt like a clown. Just moments ago, she had been worried sick, only to find him holding another beauty!
The more she thought about it, the more bitter her heart felt.
What had started as a confident stride quickly turned into a frantic run.
In contrast to Le Yao Yao's departure, Leng Junyu in the room suddenly sat up straight from his chair, wanting to chase after her.
Seeing Le Yao Yao leave with such sadness and desolation made him realize that 'he' must have misunderstood something.
Although seeing him care about being with other women made him happy, as it meant he was increasingly important to him, there was a contradiction. When he saw him sad, it troubled his heart, and he just wanted to hold him tightly and cherish him.
Thinking of this, Leng Junyu wanted to chase after him, but suddenly felt a tightness around his waist. It was Nian Sulan, who was unwilling to give up, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
"Cousin Yu, please don't go. Su Lan's foot hurts so much. Are you really going to leave me here all alone?"
As Nian Sulan spoke, her tone was filled with a strong sense of pity, accompanied by the sound of her sobbing.
Being embraced by such a beautiful and delicate woman would have melted anyone else's heart long ago.
However, that did not include Leng Junyu.
With Nian Sulan holding him so tightly, Leng Junyu felt increasingly annoyed and found her clinginess more and more unbearable.
Without thinking twice, he immediately spoke coldly.
"Let go."
"I won't let go. If I do, Cousin Yu will leave."
Nian Sulan stiffened at Leng Junyu's icy words but still refused to release him. Instead, she tightened her grip and began to cry even harder.
"Cousin Yu, do you really find me that repulsive? Have you forgotten all the things we did when we were kids? You never treated me like this back then. We used to sneak off to the market together and fly kites. Have you forgotten all that? I liked Cousin Yu back then and thought that when we grew up, I would marry you. Who knew Cousin Yu would suddenly become a disciple of the Tianshan Daoist and move to Tianshan? But I've been waiting! I learned to dance just to perform for you. Is it still not enough for Cousin Yu?"
By the end of her speech, Nian Sulan was crying even harder.
Yet she didn’t care that her face was smeared with tears; her expression was filled with sorrow and urgency as she continued.
"If Cousin Yu doesn't like me, just tell me what you do like. I'm willing to change for you. All I ask is for Cousin Yu to look at me once and like me just a little bit—even if it's just a little..."
In the end, Nian Sulan had reached a point of humble pleading.
For her, this was quite rare.
After all, regardless of her background, Nian Sulan inherently possessed a sense of superiority. Therefore, she always presented herself with an air of aloofness, like a young lady of high status.
However, in the face of love, she was utterly humble.
Because she had fallen for a man who did not love her…
Even though she knew very well that this man did not return her feelings, she willingly threw herself into the flames like a moth drawn to light!
Unfortunately, no matter how lowly she presented herself, Leng Junyu remained unmoved.
After all, Leng Junyu was known for his cold and unfeeling nature. Except for the slight warmth he showed in front of Le Yao Yao, he maintained an icy demeanor with everyone else, including Nian Sulan.
Even when Nian Sulan poured out her heart and cried bitterly, Leng Junyu's expression remained unchanged; his cold eyes showed no sign of disturbance.
Finally, Leng Junyu coldly stated, “We are not meant to be.”
With that, he forcefully removed her hands that were wrapped around his waist.
Without even glancing back at the heartbroken Nian Sulan, he strode out of the room.
Meanwhile, Xing had been locked in a corner since arriving here, watching as her master was confessed to by a delicate beauty without any reaction from him. As he left, she couldn't help but silently mourn for Nian Sulan.
Why was it that others fell in love while she was destined to have her heart shattered by her unfeeling master?
Thinking this, Xing naturally followed Leng Junyu out of the room.
Leng Junyu, who had been walking ahead, realized that the delicate Little One was no longer in sight. His brow furrowed slightly, as if recalling something, and he asked, "What day is it today?"
"Huh? What day?" Star was caught off guard by Leng Junyu's sudden question, his face filled with confusion.
Seeing this, Leng Junyu understood that Star had no idea what day it was either, so he didn't press further, though his steps did not falter.
However, after a moment of bewilderment, Star began to mumble to himself. "Today isn't a special day, but I just heard Little Muzi talking to Chef Li. It seems Xiaoyaozi's birthday is today. Since I know now, should I get him a gift?"
Originally, Star was just talking to himself, but Leng Junyu overheard him. His handsome face froze for a moment, and a flicker of realization crossed his cold eyes.
So today is 'his' birthday...
Meanwhile, Le Yao Yao, after witnessing the earlier scene, felt as if her legs were no longer her own and dashed toward the Wangfu like the wind.
Once she reached Elegant Breeze Pavilion, she immediately locked her room door behind her.
The tears that had been swirling in her eyes finally fell uncontrollably once she returned to her own space.
She slowly slid down against the closed wooden door, wrapping her arms tightly around her legs. Her little face buried deep in her knees as she began to cry openly without restraint.
Oh my! She really is a fool.
She believed him when he said he liked her.
He was gentle with her, and she fell for him.
When she thought he was hurt, she panicked.
But in the end, what she saw was such a scene.
It turned out that everything was just him deceiving her.
Or perhaps he simply found her amusing, playing with her like a toy!?
He clearly had beautiful women around him; why did he have to provoke her? He spoke so sweetly, but in the end, what happened!?
He was holding another woman!
The more she thought about it, the sadder Le Yao Yao became, tears streaming down endlessly.
Damn it, she vowed never to believe his nonsense again; a man's words are not to be trusted!
Filled with anger and sorrow, Le Yao Yao didn’t know how long she cried before finally sobbing as she stood up from the ground.
Looking around at the sky, she realized it had already grown dark.
The room had not been lit; it was pitch black.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao slowly explored and lit the oil lamp, then gathered herself together and washed her face.
Perhaps it was because she had cried so hard earlier that now her stomach was growling incessantly.
However, looking at the sky, it was already past dinner time.
The rules of the Wangfu stated that no food would be served after dinner time.
It seemed that her first birthday in this world was destined to be spent with an empty stomach.
Thinking about it, Le Yao Yao felt a wave of desolation.
Just then, a knock on the door startled Le Yao Yao. She wondered who it could be when she heard Xing's voice coming through the wooden door.
"Xiaoyaozi, the prince is at the Pavilion and wants to see you."
It was likely that there would be more to come later.
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