Chapter 722 The Royal Husband’s Allure 18
In the study room.
The housekeeper watched the girl pruning the bamboo leaves curiously.
"Why is Your Highness so interested in flowers and plants? Why don't I ask you to pick out a few more expensive and beautiful pots?"
"No need."
After pruning Qingwu, he took a step back and looked at the green bamboo. When he saw that it looked pleased, he put down the scissors in his hand.
Then he walked to the desk, picked up the brush and wrote a letter with a wave of his hand.
Handing the letter and the potted plant to the secret guard, she said: "Send this to the Qi family to Qi Yan, and say it is my gift of apology."
I don’t know if the beauty is angry, but she still feels that she needs to be coaxed.
The secret guard holding a pot of bamboo was stunned for a moment, and then took the order.
Looking at the green bamboo in his arms, he sighed secretly.
As expected of His Highness, even the apology items are so...different.
Qi Yan, who received the apology gift from the Seventh Princess, was also stunned.
Looking at the green bamboo placed on the table, he frowned slightly, wondering what that person meant.
The boy on the side scratched his head and said, "The person who sent it said it was the seventh princess' apology to His Highness, but this gift... is too shabby."
And stingy.
Who would give a potted plant as a gift? At least it has to be gold and silver jewelry. No matter how bad it is, rouge and gouache are much better than this.
Qi Yan pursed his thin crimson lips and looked at the unopened letter next to him.
After lowering his eyelids and remaining silent for a few seconds, he took the envelope and slowly opened it.
Looking at it casually, he was startled.
[I'm really sorry for missing my appointment with you today. I saw that pot of bamboo by chance and thought it was very suitable for you, so I sent it to you. Don't be angry, Mr. Lang, I promise that next time, I will never miss an appointment again. ——Chu Qingwu’s handwriting] The girl’s handwriting is strong and sharp, with a sense of freedom and ease, which is very beautiful.
This is the same handwriting as the letter asking him out that day...the same signature.
But the coquettish feeling between the lines, like a kitten acting coquettishly and begging for forgiveness, is quite inconsistent with her handwriting and her status as a royal princess.
The boy standing next to him glanced at him accidentally, and then his jaw almost dropped.
"Sir, what does the broken promise mentioned in this letter... mean?"
God, it couldn't be what he thought.
Her Highness the Seventh Princess said that she would break her promise today, so who is the woman I saw in Baihua Continent today if she wasn’t Her Majesty the Seventh Princess?
Someone is so bold as to pretend to be the princess. This is a crime of great disrespect!
Qi Yan stared at the letter for a long time, then folded it carefully and sealed it into an envelope.
She glanced at him with cold eyes and ordered: "Don't make any noise about this matter."
The boy responded hurriedly.
He was on the verge of tears. Why did he feel like he knew too much? Would he be silenced?
Seeing his young master getting up to hug the pot of green bamboo, he took a step forward and said, "Sir, let me do it."
Qi Yan turned slightly to avoid his outstretched hand and said softly: "No, please step back."
The brown soil on the edge of the flowerpot stained his snow-white sleeves as he moved. The edges of the cuffs were embroidered with the shape of bamboo leaves, and a touch of brown appeared on them, destroying its clean beauty.
But the man with the clear breeze and bright moon holding a green bamboo potted plant has a different kind of beautiful style. The emerald green bamboo leaves brushed against his white chin, and the green of the bamboo reflected in his beautiful pupils, making him look even more sparkling and cold.
"Yes...yes!" The boy's voice was so startled that he was shaking a little when he answered.
Qi Yan placed the flower pot on the well-lit windowsill, lowered his thick long eyelashes and looked at it, and then his lips slowly raised a slight arc...
(End of chapter)