Chapter 14 So you want to be someone else's dog

Yun Ting is no longer as afraid of the young lady as before. She tugged at her sleeves with her fingers, and whispered with a little dissatisfaction in her tone: "I am a loyal young lady, but I just can't stand people being lazy all the time."

Ye Wanwan raised the corners of her lips slightly when she heard it, with a hint of amusement in her eyes, and chuckled: "Are you talking about Ergou? He has no experience in serving people. If there is anything inappropriate, you should give him more advice."

After hearing this, Yun Ting became more and more indignant. If it were in the past, if the servants in the mansion made a slight mistake, the young lady would definitely punish them severely, with whipping at the lightest and fines at the worst.

But now, the young lady is so tolerant of this servant of unknown origin. Yun Ting couldn't help but think of the day when the young lady touched Er Gou's cheek in the carriage on the way back from Tianchan Temple, and the words between the two were also somewhat ambiguous...

Thinking of this, Yun Ting's heart was shocked, and her eyes suddenly widened, and she was in doubt: Could it be that the young lady...really had feelings for that servant?

When this thought came out, Yun Ting was shocked herself. The young lady has always been arrogant and has no dust in her eyes. How could she be interested in such a humble person?

She shook her head, secretly mocking herself for being crazy, and then turned away.

However, after a moment, Yun Ting hurried back and saluted respectfully:

"Young lady, the master asks you to go to the main hall."

Ye Wanwan came to the main hall. As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw several guards with swords standing solemnly on both sides, and the atmosphere was solemn.

She stepped into the hall and saw her father sitting on the main seat, and the man sitting next to him was wearing a luxurious brocade robe and had an outstanding temperament. It turned out to be the third prince Rong Zhenyan.

"Miss Ye, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you doing well?" Rong Zhenyan stood up before Ye Wanwan bowed, speaking in a gentle tone.

Ye Wanwan smiled slightly and bowed: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern. My daughter is doing well."

Rong Zhenyan came today, nominally to fulfill his promise that day and apologize to Ye Wanwan, but in fact, he had other intentions. He knew that the chief minister of the Ye family was very important in the court. If he could take this opportunity to get closer to the Ye family, it would be like adding a powerful force to himself.

"I brought a little gift and wanted to give it to the young lady in person." Rong Zhenyan smiled slightly and spoke in a humble tone.

Rong Zhenyan said it was a small gift, but a small hill was piled up in the main hall. It happened that Ye Wanwan should approach him according to the tribulation, so she pretended to be surprised and said: "Thank you, Your Highness. My daughter lives in the East Courtyard. If Your Highness doesn't mind, you can go with me."

Snowflakes fell quietly, and in a blink of an eye, the whole house was covered with silver.

To express her gratitude, Ye Wanwan personally brewed a cup of hot tea, and the fragrance of tea curled up and filled the pavilion.

She sat opposite Rong Zhenyan. Snowflakes were flying outside the pavilion, but it was warm inside, and the years were quiet.

"Is that person your servant?" Rong Zhenyan suddenly saw the figure of a man sweeping snow in the courtyard. Although this person said that he was a servant of the Prime Minister's Mansion that day, he had a good temperament and was calm and at ease in the face of the powerful. He thought that this was a young man who didn't want to reveal his identity, but he didn't expect it to be an ordinary follower.

Ye Wanwan raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Your Highness, are you talking about Ergou?" She raised her hand to signal, and Qi Youan immediately walked quickly from a distance, lowered his head, and his posture was respectful.

The cold wind was blowing, and Qi Youan's cheeks were blown red.

"So it's really you." Rong Zhenyan smiled slightly, turned to Ye Wanwan and explained: "I almost met with an accident at the autumn banquet a few days ago. Thanks to this brother's help, I was able to escape danger."

Although Rong Zhenyan was of noble status, he was not arrogant at all. He was quite respectful to Qi Youan in his words and called him "brother".

Qi Youan heard this and quickly raised his hand and said modestly: "I was just lucky."

Ye Wanwan supported her chin, her eyes were a bit of inquiry and playfulness, and her tone was a little playful:

"It turns out that Ergou has done such a good thing. I must reward you well." The compliment was cold.

Qi Youan immediately knelt down and said: "I dare not ask for the reward from the lady."

"Okay, don't kneel down all the time. Others don't know and think I abuse you normally."

You are abusing me... Qi Youan thought.

Rong Zhenyan actually admired this servant very much. It's a pity that such a clever and smart man can only be a servant of the young lady, but she can't ask for him to go.

Ye Wanwan knew that Qi Youan in the Book of Tribulations would be appreciated by the third prince for his intelligence in the future, and would secretly accumulate power to prepare for returning to the country to seize power.

Her current task is to pester Rong Zhenyan.

But what does it mean to be "persistent"?

Ye Wanwan was thinking in her heart, and she leaned towards Rong Zhenyan inadvertently, her voice was as soft as water, with a bit of admiration and shyness: "

Your Highness is busy with affairs on weekdays, and it's rare for him to take time out to visit my daughter. I am really flattered and honored."

Rong Zhenyan glanced slightly, and saw that Ye Wanwan's eyebrows were smiling and her expression was gentle, and she replied in a gentle voice: "Miss Ye, you are too kind. You were injured because of me, and it is my duty to visit you. How can it be an honor?"

Ye Wanwan moved closer, almost sticking to his sleeve. She blinked her eyes fiercely, trying to cast a charming look, but Rong Zhenyan looked at her slightly stiff expression and couldn't help but chuckled:

"Miss Ye, is there sand in your eyes? Do you need me to help you check it?"

Ye Wanwan was embarrassed and sat up straight.

Qi Youan stood beside them and watched this vicious lady standing aside and flattering them deliberately. He sneered in his heart, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth: flattery. What

he hated most was this kind of flattering woman. In the past, when he was in Qi State, whenever he held a banquet, there would be ministers who recommended women to his father, the emperor and his brother.

Their smiles were hypocritical and their words were artificial, as if they could reach the sky in one step as long as they climbed up the high branches. And the Miss Ye in front of them was exactly the same as them.

Rong Zhenyan took out a brocade box from his sleeve and opened it to reveal an exquisite jade pendant.

"This is the Jade Fairy Pendant. It was presented to me by a foreign tribe when I went to the Western Regions last time. This jade pendant is small and exquisite and is a perfect match for Miss Ye. I hope Miss Ye will accept it."

Have I ever written about the Jade Fairy Pendant? Ye Wanwan thought, but she still happily accepted it: "Your Highness, you don't have to call me Miss Ye. It sounds strange. Call me Wanwan, the Wan of Wanfa, which is my nickname."

"Wanwan." Rong Zhenyan repeated these two words softly.

Wanwan... Qi Youan also chewed on these two words secretly.

He squinted at the jade pendant held gently by the girl, and recalled the rumor that the Western Regions were good at using incense. Maybe there was poisonous incense in this jade pendant. Looking at Ye Wanwan's smiling face, he secretly sighed: So happy, she didn't even know that someone was secretly killing her.

The girl who was secretly scolded was at a loss and directly pinned the jade pendant on her waist. The jade pendant swayed gently with her movements, making a crisp sound.

"Then I'll go back to the palace first...Miss Wanwan." Damn it, it was just a casual act, but facing this gentle kindness, Ye Wanwan's cheeks couldn't help but blush.

Ye Wanwan, you are a fairy, you have to return to the fairyland after helping people go through the love tribulation, don't fall in love with mortals. She warned herself in her heart.

Looking at the two people laughing and talking happily at the gate of the mansion, Ye Liyu in the corner clenched her sleeves and thought: Why, the position of the eldest daughter is hers, her father's favor is hers, and now the prince's favor is also hers, I won't allow it.

...

"You are really capable." After returning to the courtyard, Ye Wanwan changed back to her mean face.

The cold wind blew her cheeks rosy, and the bright red fur collar cloak made her more charming, like a rose with thorns.

The goose-feather-like snow fell on the thinly dressed boy. He lowered his head and knelt obediently in the snow.

"Autumn Banquet, saving the prince, how come I didn't know you had such a skill?" Ye Wanwan's voice was a bit sarcastic and faintly angry. She looked down at him condescendingly.

Facing the young lady's questioning, Qi Youan said nothing.

"Since you are so eager to be someone else's dog..." Ye Wanwan has a strong possessiveness for her things, whether it is a person or an object. Since you have become her servant, you can only be loyal to her alone, otherwise you will die.

She ordered the servant to bring a red-hot iron. The iron block was emitting a faint heat in the cold wind. Snowflakes fell on it and instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"Take off your clothes."

Qi Youan did not hesitate at all, lowered his head and untied his belt. The thin clothes slipped off, revealing his sturdy upper body.

The boy had been raised in the mansion for a few months. His originally skinny body now had a somewhat muscular outline, with thin muscles covering his bones, and clear lines.

Ye Wanwan squatted down, her eyes wandering over him, with a bit of appreciation and a bit of teasing. She reached out and gently stroked his shoulder. Her fingertips were cold, but the touch was as scorching as fire.

"Where should I brand this servant mark?" she asked casually. Her fingers slowly slid across his chest, and finally stopped at the position of his heart.

"Here." She neatly branded the clamped red iron on Qi Youan's chest.

Qi Youan's forehead was covered with sweat. He clenched his teeth in pain, and veins in his neck bulged. He clenched his fists to hold back the pain.