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Chapter 115 The Female Supporting Character Who Regrets the Arranged Marriage (Part 12)

This was something Qingyu was unaware of.

"Well... you go ahead and do your thing." Qingyu really didn't know how to strike up a conversation, so she got up and prepared to leave, feeling that she had already achieved her goal.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ning suddenly stood in front of her, staring at her with a complicated expression. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Do you... do you remember saving someone when you were a child?"

His eyes were expectant, as if he hoped Qingyu would give an affirmative answer.

Qingyu looked over in surprise, then shook her head with a laugh, "I'm not the person you're looking for."

She had no intention of claiming Cang Huayu's kindness, and besides, she didn't need to use it to get close to Yan Ning.

"I think you are, or rather, you are more important than her." Yan Ning said slowly, staring intently at a woman for the first time.

His heart seemed to heat up again, pounding fiercely, clamoring to lock the person in front of him up and make him his own!

Qingyu frowned slightly, slowly took a step back, and remained silent.

Just as the two were at an impasse, hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

Qingyu turned to look and saw Zhou Hannan hurrying over.

She was slightly taken aback, then realized that Zhou Hannan had still sent someone to follow her.

Qingyu was somewhat displeased. When Zhou Hannan walked up to the two of them and saw the subtle atmosphere, his expression changed slightly, and his aura became somewhat cold.

Yan Ning, Your Highness the Crown Prince, what are you doing here?

He saw Qingyu, what should he do?

Zhou Hannan was in a state of panic, but he could only step forward and ask, "Qingyu? Are you alright? I heard there was a fight here, so I rushed over."

This can be considered an explanation.

After saying that, he looked at Yan Ning and said respectfully, "Your Highness, may I ask why you are with my wife?"

Yan Ning frowned. He disliked hearing the word "wife" and could sense Zhou Hannan's hostility. He immediately said coldly, "She's your wife? Who arranged the match? What a waste of fate."

These words were too outrageous. Even though Zhou Hannan knew that Yan Ning was not someone to be trifled with, he did not expect the latter to be so blunt!

Zhou Hannan had interacted with members of the royal family before. He considered himself to be of a similar status, though not as high as the royals. Faced with such harsh words, he immediately became angry. "Qingyu and I are a match made in heaven. No matter how enthusiastic Your Highness is, you cannot interfere in our marital affairs, can you?"

As he spoke, his expression softened, and he looked at Qingyu, "Qingyu, come back with me."

Qingyu already wanted to leave. She raised an eyebrow at Yan Ning, her meaning clear: You're blocking the way, move aside.

Yan Ning chuckled, but she couldn't do anything outrageous in front of Zhou Hannan, so she had to step aside and make room for him.

Qingyu snorted, then strode past Yan Ning and walked up behind Zhou Hannan. "Let's go back to the manor."

Zhou Hannan felt relieved and felt the fragrance emanating from Qingyu standing beside him. A secret joy stirred within him.

He straightened his back and said calmly, "Your Highness, I have important matters to attend to today, so I will take Qingyu with me and leave first."

Yan Ning's eyes darkened, a glint of something sinister flashing within them. He sneered, "Brother Zhou, she might very well be the benefactor I've been searching for."

Qingyu's brow twitched upon hearing this, she was extremely surprised.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone forcibly claim credit for someone else's work!

Zhou Hannan's face immediately turned cold. He didn't believe Yan Ning's words and felt that the latter was lustful. He immediately said bluntly, "Even so, Your Highness should not force my wife. Besides, whether there is a debt of gratitude or not is not something Your Highness can decide with a single sentence!"

He had no intention of currying favor with the emperor, and his tone was cold and hard. After speaking, he grabbed Qingyu's wrist and quickly left.

Yan Ning watched their departing figures, his fists clenched, the murderous intent surging within him almost uncontrollable.

He was a stubborn person by nature, his heart was dark and his eyes were slightly red. He secretly vowed to get his hands on Qingyu!

He is the crown prince! The future ruler of the country, no one can take him away from him!

Zhou Hannan dragged Qingyu back to the mansion, but halfway there Qingyu grew annoyed and broke free from Zhou Hannan's grasp, complaining, "You're hurting me!"

On her fair, jade-like wrist, there was a faint red mark.

Zhou Hannan was speechless. The beauty was delicate and soft; it was indeed because he had been careless in his emotions.

"I'm sorry, I was just... too angry."

As for why she was angry, Zhou Hannan didn't say, but Qingyu knew. She snorted coldly, her voice as clear as an ice spring: "We only have a public relationship. Don't forget we have a three-point agreement!"

His eyes were cold and distant, telling the person in front of him that he had nothing to do with her.

That cold snort was like a chilling wind blowing through Zhou Hannan's heart, making him shudder and causing a bitter taste to well up in his mouth.

Qingyu's aloof demeanor made her unapproachable, yet he was irresistibly drawn to her charm.

It was truly... a sweet treat.

"Sister? What are you doing here?!" A surprised female voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Cang Huayu standing to the side, holding a pastry in her hand.

Qingyu glanced at it casually. The pastry had the merchant's name on the packaging, probably the best one in town. She immediately became interested, her beautiful eyes filled with malice. "What? You're so stingy after getting married that you have to buy your own pastries? Where's your dowry?"

Cang Huayu's smile froze slightly, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

She kept all of her dowry to support Qi Zhiyu's imperial examinations. The "husband and wife" agreed that she would help Qi Zhiyu, and in return, he could not take a concubine or drive her away. The two were considered to be in a cooperative relationship.

However, it was still somewhat embarrassing when it was mentioned. What angered Cang Huayu was that she was too weak and didn't know when she would be able to keep Qingyu in captivity.

The more Cang Huayu thought about it, the uglier her face became. She tried to calm herself down and forced a smile, "Sister, where have you all been?"

Qingyu didn't answer, but instead looked her over, somewhat curious, "Why did you come out?"

Weren't you just embroidering at home?

Cang Huayu pursed her lips and smiled faintly, "Just browsing around."

She was staying at home perfectly fine, but for some reason, she felt uneasy, as if she had missed something.

She walked aimlessly, and when she passed the inn ahead, she heard that there had been a riot inside. She was really curious for a moment, but unfortunately the riot had already subsided, so she bought some pastries and prepared to go back.

I never expected to meet Qingyu.

Upon hearing this, Qingyu made some guesses, estimating that the plot development had lured Canghuayu out to meet Yan Ning.

What a pity, she got the bargain.

Qingyu raised her eyebrows with a smug look. "Then you can take your time looking around. We're going back now."

"This pastry," Cang Huayu blurted out, then stopped herself, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Qingyu waved her hand without turning her head, "I'm tired of these pastries, you can keep them for yourself."

Cang Huayu lowered her eyes, exuding a sense of loss.

Zhou Hannan gave her a deep look before finally uttering three words, "Take care!"

Then he quickly chased after Qingyu.

Cang Huayu squeezed the pastry tightly until it crumbled into powder before slowly releasing it.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.