Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child

Xiao Yan loosened his almost frozen fist, and his pale fingers held the handle of the umbrella, and his fingertips touched her hand.

His hands were cold, like a piece of hard ice.

But her hands were warm and scorching hot.

Seeing that he was soaked all over, Yu Weiwei couldn't help frowning.

You saw that it was raining, why didn't you find a place to hide?

There was a bit of reproach in his tone, but it was not offensive at all, but made people feel kind.

Xiao Fan didn't answer, and silently moved the oil-paper umbrella in her direction to shield her from the wind and rain as much as possible.

At this time, the driver also got down, and opened his umbrella to block Prince Lang's head.

Yu curling noticed the palace not far away.

There were quite a few janissaries standing near the palace gate, all of them wearing rain gear.

The guards were also looking at her.

Rather, they were looking at the man standing beside her.

What kind of complicated look is that?

It seems indifferent, but it is actually fearful, and there is deep fear hidden inside.

It was as if he was looking at a beast that could devour him at any time.

Yu curling originally wanted to ask, why didn't the imperial guards lend a set of rain gear to King Lang Jun's emergency?

After seeing the eyes of those people, she swallowed the words that came to her lips.

Yu Weiwei didn't say anything more, turned around silently, and got into the carriage with Xiao Lian.

The carriage started slowly, and soon disappeared into the hazy rain and fog.

In the car, Yu curling and Xiao Lian sat on both sides.

The drops of water slid down the man's handsome cheeks and landed on the jet-black robe.

Yu curling took out the silk handkerchief and handed it over.

Wipe it.

The man neither extended his hand nor answered.

Yu Weiwei thought of the identity of the other party. As His Royal Highness, he should be used to being served by others.

The other party didn't move, presumably waiting for her to wipe it for him.

It's quite difficult to serve. Yu Weiwei whispered while reaching out to help wipe the rain off his face.

However, before the silk pa met the man, he was avoided by him.

Yu curling's hand was so stiff in mid-air.

She took the initiative to wipe someone's face, but she was even despised.

Honestly, it's pretty embarrassing.

But who is she?

She is Yu curling!

As long as she is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed!

Yu Weiwei's little hand trembled, and the silk handkerchief unfolded.

Look, does my veil look good? This is my favorite veil.

She shook the silk handkerchief on purpose, and her little face was full of showing off.

Xiao Yan's eyes flicked over the silk handkerchief.

It was a snow-white handkerchief with a fat fish embroidered on it, shaking its head and tail, and the word curly embroidered in the corner next to it.

Just like how she feels.

The reason why he avoided just now was not because he disliked Yu curling, but because he did not want to soil her veil.

He didn't explain it to himself.

Because he knew that even if he explained it himself, no one would believe him.

He was used to it.

This person, Yu curling, has a bit of social bullshit.

She doesn't care whether the other party picks up or not, Xiaozui keeps babbling and never stops along the way.

When she got back to the Prince's Mansion, her voice was dry.

As soon as she entered the door, she picked up the tea cup and drank it with a gulp.

Xiao Yan went back to the room to change clothes, but the embroidered mother was still entertaining Yu curling.

It's really hard work Miss Yu this time.

Yu Weiyi put down the tea cup: His Royal Highness is in the rain, please let him cook some ginger soup to help him drive away the cold.

Mother Xiuyan's expression became more and more kind: Don't worry, Miss Yu, I have already prepared ginger tea. The rain outside won't stop for a while, why don't you stay for lunch?