CH 117.2

Translator – Xiao He Lian

Chapter 117.2

When the footsteps of the three coachmen disappeared, he raised his head cautiously from the ground and saw three carriages passing in front of him.

The carriage drove away, raising a cloud of dust.

The dust fell on Wen Liang’s face and body, like the snowflakes that fell a few days ago.

Wen Liang’s body was in unbearable pain and he sat on the ground for a while before trying to get up from the ground.

But soon, he suddenly realized something and quickly reached out to touch his collar – he did not find the hairpin he had hidden in it.

Wen Liang’s face changed suddenly and this time he didn’t even care about the pain on his body, he fumbled around his body several times but he still couldn’t find the hairpin.

Wen Liang searched all over the place, but still found nothing.

Frightened and anxious, he patted his face angrily, before he forced himself to calm down and think carefully. The more he thought about it, the more ugly his face became.

The hairpin was a possession left by Wen Chi’s biological mother and it was also taken away by Madam Xu for her own use.

It wasn’t until yesterday that Madam Xu found out from somewhere that Wen Chi was about to return to the city, so she gave him the hairpin saying that Wen Chi would definitely agree to make a trip back to the Wen family in order to get the hairpin his mother had left behind.

Both Wen Liang and Madam Xu knew that Wen Chi had always been grieving over his mother’s death and they were sure that they would be able to trick him into returning.

But now the hairpin is gone.

What will he use to trick Wen Chi back now?

Wen Liang clearly remembered that he touched the hairpin before stopping the carriage, why did the hairpin disappear after only a short while?

And during this short span, he had never touched his own collar ……

No!

Shi Ye touched it!

He remembered – when Shi Ye withdrew his hand just now, he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

It’s just that the light in this alley was dim, so he couldn’t see clearly, plus he was really too scared to look.

It turned out that Shi Ye took the hairpin!

At this moment, Wen Liang seemed to hear the taunt string in his mind break with a snap.

He felt devastated.

He slumped down on the ground, covering his face, and burst into tears.

How could this happen?

This was all completely different from what the system had said.

Thinking about it carefully, since he got to know the system, his life has undergone earth-shaking changes and everything around him was developing in the worst direction possible.

Not only did he not get the fourth prince’s favor but he lost what he was supposed to have.

If he hadn’t avoided his marriage with His Royal Highness under the system’s arrangement in the first place, should it have been him who was sitting in that carriage tonight?

Maybe he was the one who entered the Eastern Palace and the one who was held in the palm of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was also…

Originally, these belonged to him but he personally pushed them to Wen Chi.

For the first time in Wen Liang’s life, he felt so regretful that his guts turned green with regret. If there was a chance to do it all over again, he would definitely not let Wen Chi take advantage of it.

If only he could do it all over again.

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When Shi Ye returned to the carriage, Wen Chi was still asleep.

Wen Chi curled up in the warm quilt, like a newborn baby. He was not awakened by the noise outside the carriage and his breathing was very even.

Shi Ye’s eyes fell on Wen Chi’s tightly closed eyes and the originally cold expression became gentle without him realizing it.

He walked over and sat down and stretched out his hand gently to wrap Wen Chi into his arms along with the quilt.

Wen Chi’s body was also warm  and the temperature passed to Shi Ye’s hands. Shi Ye gradually tightened his strength and he gently rested his chin on Wen Chi’s head, suddenly not wanting to let go for eternity.

It was too warm, too comfortable, and he even regretted that he had gone out and caught a chill.

Thinking of this, Wen Liang’s tearful face appeared in front of Shi Ye’s eyes. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he had to admit that Wen Liang’s appearance was indeed somewhat similar to Wen Chi.

But their personalities were very different.

Shi Ye didn’t have much contact with Wen Liang, nor did he know much about him. But one thing is certain, he hated Wen Liang, especially the face that was somewhat similar to Wen Chi.

There was hostility in Shi Ye’s eyes but he suppressed it. He withdrew his thoughts, looked down at Wen Chi who was leaning against his arms and then unlocked the acupuncture points on Wen Chi’s body.

Wen Chi seemed to feel something, and woke up faintly, with his hazy almond eyes, staring blankly at Shi Ye.

As if nothing had happened, Shi Ye gently stroked Wen Chi’s back: “There is still a long way to go, you can sleep for a while.”

Wen Chi shook his head and hugged Shi Ye’s arms. He felt the coolness on Shi Ye’s body and paused: “You went out?”

Shi Ye denied it without thinking, “I’ve been here all this time.”

Wen Chi was a little puzzled: “But you are so cold.”

“Oh?” Shi Ye smiled and touched Wen Chi’s soft, messy hair, “Maybe I was leaning against the window and there was a breeze coming through.”

Hearing what Shi Ye said, Wen Chi pulled Shi Ye to sit next to him and got up again to close the window tightly before leaning back into Shi Ye’s arms.

After waking up, he couldn’t sleep anymore. He yawned, with some tears in the corners of his eyes and staring blankly ahead.

Suddenly, Shi Ye stroked his hair, as if he had tied up part of his hair with something.

Wen Chi froze for a while, before reaching out his hand sluggishly and felt something that resembled a hairpin.

“Hairpin1 ?”

“Yes, your hairpin.” Shi Ye said.

The hairpin was golden in color with two pairs of fingernail-sized emeralds inlaid on it. The design of the entire hairpin is relatively small yet the exquisite craftsmanship was evident and should have come from a famous craftsman.

The hairpin pierced through Wen Chi’s jet-black hair, making Shi Ye unable to look away.

Shi Ye couldn’t help lowering his head and kiss the white earlobe exposed behind Wen Chi’s tied hair.

Suddenly, Wen Chi suddenly turned his head.

Shi Ye thought that Wen Chi was being shy again, so he chuckled and planned to let him go, but Wen Chi precisely bit his lips.