mesbooks Chapter 167 "If only I were that kite!"
Chapter 167 "If only I were that kite!"
Huan'er returned to the Ninth Prince's mansion in a daze, her body trembling uncontrollably like a withered leaf in the cold wind. Stepping into the mansion, the familiar plants and trees came into view, which should have brought some comfort, but at this moment, she only felt a vague sense of security, and more so, fear and dread, as wary as a frightened bird.
Her steps were heavy and labored. She kept her head down, not daring to speak. The unbearable memories haunted her mind like a venomous snake, gnawing at her heart and urging her to quicken her pace. She clenched her teeth, the muscles in her cheeks trembling slightly, and staggered toward Su Wan'er's room, desperately trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.
Inside the west wing, Su Wan'er sat blankly on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped her sleeves tightly. Her brows were furrowed, and her lips twitched slightly as she murmured to herself, "Huan'er... I hope nothing happened to her. What if she comes back to seek revenge?" Her voice was filled with guilt and unease.
She slowly raised her head, looking at the ceiling, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness, as if she were praying for something: "God, please protect Huan'er and keep her safe. I really didn't mean to..." Her lips trembled, and every word was filled with deep fear.
As the saying goes, speak of the devil and he appears; what you fear most is what happens. Just as Su Wan'er was filled with fear and anxiety, Huan'er quietly appeared at the door. Her expression was solemn, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and her eyes were fixed on Su Wan'er, revealing endless sorrow and despair.
Su Wan'er subconsciously looked up and met Huan'er's gaze. She immediately screamed in fright, "Ah!" She jumped up from the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Her whole body trembled, her legs went weak, and her lips quivered as she stammered, "Huan...Huan'er~"
At this moment, Huan'er was like a puppet who had lost its soul, her steps unsteady, slowly but firmly approaching Su Wan'er. Every step seemed to tread on Su Wan'er's heart.
Su Wan'er felt guilty and her throat went dry. She swallowed involuntarily, trying to calm her racing heart, but her voice still trembled violently: "Huan'er, you're back. What...what are you going to do...ah!" She stared wide-eyed in horror, thinking that Huan'er would do something terrible to her.
However, just as Su Wan'er was filled with fear, Huan'er's legs went weak, and she knelt heavily on the ground with a thud. She raised her head, looking at Su Wan'er with teary eyes, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, crying so pitifully that she looked like a pear blossom in the rain.
Huan'er's face was streaked with tears, which streamed down her cheeks. She clutched Su Wan'er's clothes tightly with both hands, her voice trembling with sobs as she pleaded almost in despair, "Your Highness, what should I do? What should I do? Waaah..." Her cries were so pitiful that they seemed to be releasing all the despair in her heart.
Su Wan'er's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with panic, and she stammered, "Wh-what, Huan'er, what did you say?"
Huan'er sobbed uncontrollably, recounting how the Fifth Prince had forced himself on her: "Your Highness, the Fifth Prince... he... he... Waaah, Huan'er couldn't resist..."
Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er's eyes widened, her mouth gaped open, and she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, blurting out incredulously, "What! You mean the Fifth Prince...you and he have already..."
Huan'er trembled, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness, and cried out, "Your Highness, Huan'er doesn't know what to do, Huan'er is so scared... Please save me!"
Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er disgustedly shook off Huan'er's hand, her eyes wide with anger, and shouted, "You did such a shameless thing yourself, and you still want me to help you!"
Huan'er felt a chill run down her spine, filled with grief, and tearfully accused, "But it was the Princess who pushed me to him, that's why... Why did the Princess abandon Huan'er and leave!"
Exposed, Su Wan'er's face turned deathly pale. Her eyes darted around, and she stammered guiltily, "You...you..." But she quickly regained her composure, adopting an arrogant attitude, and shamelessly said, "You are my maid, and you must always stand in my way. I am of noble status; how could I be involved with men? As for you, you are nothing but a lowly maid. What is this little humiliation to you!"
Upon hearing this, Huan'er was struck dumb, opening his mouth but unable to speak: "I..."
Seeing that she didn't speak, Su Wan'er became even more unscrupulous in adding fuel to the fire: "Besides, if he wanted you, wouldn't you have dodged? Wouldn't you have run away? Instead, you stupidly let him..."
Huan'er's heart was completely ashen; every thought of rebuttal was mercilessly extinguished by Su Wan'er's words.
In the end, the matter had to be dropped so hastily. She was filled with sorrow, had come to terms with her tragic fate, and hung her head helplessly, letting her tears fall silently.
In the backyard, the warm sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew. Lin Qianqian held the kite string, her face beaming with a radiant smile, happily flying her kite. Under her control, the kite soared higher and higher, seemingly about to soar into the clouds.
Little Butterfly, standing to the side, blushed with excitement, her eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, and she clapped her hands and cheered, shouting, "Miss, the kite is flying so high! Hehe!"
Lin Qianqian raised her chin, her eyes full of pride, and said confidently with a slight upturn of her lips, "Of course it flies high! I made this with great care, personally handling every step from selecting materials to drawing it!"
Little Butterfly nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, and said ingratiatingly, "Yes, yes, Miss is the best~ There is nothing Miss can't do well in this world. This kite must have received Miss's spirit to fly so high, hehe."
Lin Qianqian shook her head helplessly, then gave a huff that was tinged with affection, saying to her, "You little rascal!"
Xiaodie subconsciously made a face and continued to laugh.
The nameless man beside them watched them quietly with a doting smile on his lips, his eyes full of tenderness.
Huan'er hid in the corner, staring blankly at the joyful scene before her. Sunlight shone on Lin Qianqian, Xiao Die, and Wuming, as if bathing them in a warm halo, and everyone's smiles were so bright and so genuine.
She slowly tilted her head back, gazing at the kite soaring high in the sky, her eyes filled with envy. The kite drifted freely among the blue sky and white clouds, unrestrained and carefree, as if all the troubles of the world were irrelevant to it.
Huan'er felt a pang of sadness and thought to herself, "If only I were that kite. I could go wherever the wind took me, without worries or fears, and my dignity would never be trampled on. Even if there were some tether at the other end of the string, at least I could soar in the vast sky, instead of being saddened in a dark corner like this now..."
A gentle breeze, carrying a hint of coolness, slowly brushed across Huan'er's face. But this gentle breeze brought her no comfort; instead, it seemed to lift the veil of pain from the depths of her heart.
Her brows were furrowed, like two tangled ropes, her face etched with worry. Her eyes were filled with an unyielding anxiety, as if all the world's suffering weighed heavily on her frail shoulders. Strands of hair danced wildly in the wind, mirroring her chaotic and tangled emotions—a tangled mess that could never be unraveled.