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Qing Wu never expected that Huo Yun'ai would directly carry her out.
Just thinking about such a situation happening in front of so many people made Qing Wu feel extremely shy. She struggled a couple of times, wanting to get down and walk by herself, but unexpectedly, this only made the young man hold her even tighter.
"Don't move around. Be careful not to fall," he murmured softly near her ear, his head slightly lowered.
As his lips parted, warm breath brushed against her neck.
Qing Wu felt a bit ticklish and couldn't help but shrink back slightly.
Upon reflection, he had a point. If she fell in public, it would be even more embarrassing.
After considering this, Qing Wu made up her mind and burrowed deeper into his arms. She wished she could shrink down to the size of a ball of yarn so that no one could see her.
Huo Yun'ai noticed and couldn't help but smile. However, he also knew that Girl was quite shy, so he hurriedly walked towards the alley next to the tavern.
Turning the corner, they saw a black lacquered carriage.
Huo Yun'ai carried her onto the carriage. Just as he was about to return to the palace, he changed his mind and instructed, "Go to Qin General's Residence."
After the trusted aide outside responded, the carriage began to move.
Only then did Huo Yun'ai lift his large, heavy cloak.
The girl's delicate and charming face appeared before him.
Huo Yun'ai gazed at her intently until she lowered her head more and more, her ears turning red, before he chuckled softly. He took her hand and asked, "How is it? Have you gotten used to life in the Northwest these past few years?"
The girl had grown up, and naturally her hands were larger than when she was a child. But to him, they still felt small. Moreover, holding her hand felt just as soft as before.
More and more familiar memories came flooding back.
The Young Emperor felt delighted in his heart. Without waiting for her to respond, he pulled her closer with a gentle tug.
She was caught off guard and swayed slightly, almost about to fall.
He calmly spread his arms and directly pulled her into his embrace.
The boy's clothes were still slightly cool as before, but his embrace was broader, more reliable, and warmer than it had been in the past.
Qing Wu felt a deep sense of nostalgia. Leaning against his chest for a moment, she cherished the support he provided her. After a while, she sighed softly and struggled to break free.
Huo Yun'ai was puzzled. She asked, "Isn't it uncomfortable sitting like this?" Then she shifted in the car and changed her position. He opened his arms toward her again.
Qing Wu felt her face growing hotter. She hurriedly waved her hand and shook her head repeatedly.
"No, it's not like that..."
She looked at the confusion on his face, knowing that what she was about to say made perfect sense, yet she couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.
"I... I'm already eleven, I've grown up, I can't do this anymore."
Huo Yun'ai was taken aback and let out a low laugh by her ear. Seeing the girl blush deeply, he felt an inexplicable urge. Unable to resist, he propped one hand against the car wall, leaned in, and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
As the girl blushed even more fiercely, he quickly reached out before she could react and pulled her close to sit beside him properly.
He brushed aside the hair at her temple and casually said, "It's not just you who has grown up; I have too. I'm already sixteen now, still much older than you, right?"
Faced with this blunt truth from him, Qing Wu found herself at a loss for how to respond.
The crux of the matter wasn't really about who was older between them...
However, his embrace still brought her peace of mind.
As this thought crossed her mind, Qing Wu instinctively shifted slightly to find the most comfortable position to lean against him.
Perhaps she was a bit tired after the earlier experience, or maybe she was just too relaxed beside him. Qing Wu had just settled down when she couldn't help but cover her mouth and yawn.
Huo Yun'ai noticed and reached for the large cloak she had taken off after getting into the carriage, draping it over her.
"Take a nap," he said, casually pinching her delicate earlobe. Finding it quite pleasant, he couldn't resist pinching it a couple more times. "You've been traveling for days; you must be exhausted. Sleep first. I'll wake you when we arrive."
Qing Wu had just arrived yesterday and had been on the road for a long time, so she was indeed very tired. She nodded in response. Before long, her breathing became steady, and she fell asleep.
Huo Yun'ai intentionally relaxed his shoulder that she was resting on, tilting it slightly to make her more comfortable.
At that moment, his heart was filled with the joy of having regained something lost. Although he hadn't slept well for several nights since receiving Zheng Ning's secret letter informing him of her return, at this moment, he felt completely awake.
He thought of nothing and did nothing. Just letting her lean against him while quietly listening to her gentle breathing was enough.
...
When Qing Wu woke up, she found herself in Huo Yun'ai's chamber.
The spacious and comfortable Dragon Bed, with yellow curtains embroidered with golden dragons above it, made her momentarily dazed as she opened her eyes. Once she regained her senses, she finally remembered that this was not a childhood memory or a scene from a dream; she was truly here.
Qing Wu suddenly sat up but was met with a wave of dizziness.
She was about to reach out to steady herself against the bed when hurried footsteps sounded in her ears. In the next moment, someone had firmly steadied her.
Huo Yun'ai supported Qing Wu with one hand while placing the white jade bowl he had been holding on the bedside table with the other. He then wrapped his arms around her, letting her lean against him, and furrowed his brow as he asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Qing Wu shook her head.
Huo Yun'ai reached out to touch her forehead. It wasn't hot; the temperature was normal. "Do you want me to call the imperial physician?"
Qing Wu shook her head again.
Huo Yun'ai still felt uneasy. Standing up, he was about to call someone over when his sleeve was suddenly tugged hard by the girl.
"I'm fine. It's just that..." Qing Wu's head nearly dropped to her chest in embarrassment. She said in a soft voice, "It's just that I'm a bit hungry..."
Her voice was delicate and weak, tinged with a hint of frustration and helplessness.
Upon hearing this, the young man paused for a moment and then chuckled softly.
Right. They had originally planned to have lunch together, but it had been delayed because of those people.
He had been so happy that he didn't even feel hungry, so he had instructed the Imperial Kitchen to keep the food warm on the stove, thinking they would eat together once she woke up.
When he saw something was wrong with her earlier, he panicked and completely forgot about this.
Huo Yun'ai quickly helped her sit up. He personally took a table from the side and placed it on the bed, then brought over the congee that Uncle Yu had insisted on sending him to prevent him from going hungry. Now it was indeed put to good use.
Seeing Qing Wu starting to eat, Huo Yun'ai called Uncle Yu to have the dishes brought over.
After the maids presented clean warm water for washing hands, the young man dampened a cloth and carefully wiped Qing Wu's hands before washing his own. Once everything was ready, the food was served.
Huo Yun'ai selected some dishes that both of them liked and had them placed on the table. Then he joined her on the bed.
Uncle Yu initially wanted to advise the Young Emperor against dining at the same table as the girl since they were both growing up, and it might not be appropriate.
However, when he saw the way the young man and girl looked at each other with smiles in their eyes, Uncle Yu found it hard to speak up.
To be honest, over these years, His Majesty had not been living well. Every day was filled with handling state affairs, reading books, practicing swordplay, and archery. Although he never complained to anyone, not even to General Qin, maintaining a calm demeanor as always, Uncle Yu, who served closely by his side, keenly sensed that His Majesty was not happy.
Every time he saw His Majesty exhausted and resting his head on the desk or watched other young men laughing heartily without a care in the world, Uncle Yu couldn't help but think that His Majesty once had moments of great joy too.
It was when that girl was present...
Looking at the two people sharing a table in front of him, Uncle Yu thought back to the situation from many years ago.
At that time, His Majesty was ill, and the girl came to keep him company. He stubbornly insisted that she sit with him.
It was the same table, and the same two people...
Everything felt just like back then.
Uncle Yu sighed softly. He couldn't bear to disturb them, so he pretended not to see and left the room.
After the meal, Qing Wu noticed it was getting late. Afraid that returning home late would draw attention from her family, she decided to take her leave.
Though the farewell words were on the tip of Huo Yun'ai's tongue, his lips moved slightly, and after a long struggle, nothing came out.
He silently held the girl's hand, playing with it in his palm for a while before finally...
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