Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

Chapter 364 Yu'er, where are you?

Yan took light steps and slowly came to Nalan's side again.

She wanted to massage Nalan's shoulders to relieve his fatigue from the day, but when she got closer, she found that Nalan was still as cold and distant as ever.

I saw Nalan leaning on the chair, his posture lazy and casual.

He slightly closed his eyes, his handsome face expressionless at the moment, only his lips slightly parted as he said lightly:

"It's getting late, Qing'er, you should go back to your room and rest early!"

Hearing these words, Yan Ruoqing couldn't help but tremble.

She came here with great joy in her heart and had a thousand words to say, but she could only swallow her words back.

Helplessly, she had to bow slightly to Nalan, then turned and left.

Just as she was about to reach the door, her steps stopped involuntarily.

In the end, she couldn't suppress her curiosity and couldn't help but look back at Nalan who was still dozing.

He closed his eyes tightly, frowned slightly, and seemed to be immersed in some thoughts.

Yan Ruoqing looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of her, feeling mixed emotions.

These days, her husband almost always comes home late at night, which makes her feel suspicious.

Could it be that the reason why he came home so late was all because of that mysterious woman?

Thinking of this, Yan Ruoqing felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She still held back her tears, bit her lower lip tightly, and then walked out of the room resolutely, leaving behind a lonely and desolate back.

Inside the room, Nalan was still sitting there quietly. Although his eyes were closed, his mind was full of thoughts.

Where does she come from?

Why is she alone with a big belly?

And how could her husband be so cruel as to kick her out of the house?

Thinking of this, Nalan came to the desk, picked up the brush, and casually wrote a line of poetry:

"The cicadas have stopped chirping in the courtyard under the dew, the gauze is as green as smoke, and in the smoke there is a bright moon."

She was very different from the ordinary women from the Eight Banners families. Instead, she looked like a little girl who had walked out of an ink painting of Jiangnan.

Her face is like the Mid-Autumn moon, her complexion is like the flowers in the spring morning, and her eyebrows are like the dark mountains in the distance. Although she is pregnant, she is still irresistibly charming.

She is truly an extraordinary woman, a true beauty.

It is a pity that to this day, Nalan doesn’t even know her last name.

But even so, she did not belong to him after all. Nalan knew it very well. She only had eyes for another man.

I've been here for so long, and I've never seen her complain.

If she didn't really like him, how could she be kicked out on such a snowy day without any complaints!

Nalan took a deep breath, she felt like an angel descended from the sky!

Why did Prince Beijing visit so late at night? Was he looking for her? That couldn't be right!

Nalan secretly speculated:

Everyone in the capital knows that Prince Beijing and his new wife are deeply in love!

How could he bear to let his wife wander the streets on New Year's Eve!

Thinking of this, Nalan's eyelids suddenly became too sleepy to open, and soon he fell asleep on the couch.

Prince Beijing walked slowly to the study with heavy steps. The moment he lay on the couch, the uncalmed waves in his heart surged like a tide.

If it weren't for the fact that the manor belonged to the Nalan family, given his personality, he would have definitely broken in without hesitation to find out what was going on.

After all, there was a voice deep in his heart that kept telling him that Yu'er was there.

However, what puzzled him was how Yu'er was related to Master Nalan?

How did they get to know each other?

These questions lingered in his mind like a fog, making him feel extremely depressed and anxious.

Feeling upset, the prince grabbed a pot of wine on the table and drank it in one gulp.

The spicy wine flowed down his throat, as if it could extinguish the fire burning in his heart, but the fact was just the opposite. The strong liquor made his thoughts even more confused.

Unconsciously, the prince seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and staggered to the gate of Cuizhu Garden.

He stood there quietly, staring at the closed gate, then reached out and slammed it hard.

The prince drank two more sips of wine and shouted drunkenly:

"Yu'er, open the door!

I know you're in there, I know..."

Xiaowan and Xiaoling were sitting on chairs thinking about how to leave the house to find Daiyu, and they were not sleepy at all.

Just then, there was a slight and rapid knock on the door.

The two looked at each other, both startled, and quickly stood up and walked towards the door.

When they stood in front of the door and looked out through the crack, they saw a man standing there staggering.

After seeing that the person coming was actually the prince, the two women couldn't help but gasp.

Looking more closely, the prince's face was slightly red and he reeked strongly of alcohol, obviously he was very drunk.

Seeing this, Xiaowan and Xiaoling did not dare to delay for a moment and hurried forward to the prince's side.

When the prince saw Xiaoling and Xiaowan coming, he felt very happy. If the two girls were at home, then Yu'er must be in the room!

He muttered quietly, "Yu'er is becoming more and more pretentious. She used to come out to greet me personally!"

Xiaoling and her friends were worried that the prince would fall down due to drunkenness, so they held his somewhat weak body tightly on both sides.

Unexpectedly, the prince pushed them both away and said drunkenly:

"This prince is not drunk, how could I be drunk!

I haven't spoken to your wife yet!"

After saying this, he stumbled towards the yard, shouting as he walked:

"Yu'er, Yu'er, I'm coming!"

Xiaoling and Xiaowan were afraid that the prince would fall, so they followed him closely.

The prince was looking everywhere anxiously. He thought: Xiaoling and Xiaowan are back, Daiyu must be at home!

He first came to the center of the yard and looked around eagerly, but all he saw were the bare trees, but no trace of Daiyu's pretty figure.

The prince was unwilling to give up and turned around and ran towards the bedroom.

However, the bedroom was also empty. The familiar dressing table, bed and desk by the window all looked particularly deserted, with no trace of Daiyu left behind.

The prince came to the corridor and saw the green-feathered, long-beaked parrot still hanging there. It had fallen asleep.

Hearing the prince calling, "Yu'er, Yu'er...", he shouted loudly:

"Good luck to the Lady, good luck to the Lady..."

The prince walked madly to the parrot and cried, "Tell me, tell me, where is she?"

But the parrot seemed to understand what people were saying, and suddenly shouted in a plaintive voice: "Fujin auspicious, Fujin auspicious..."

Xiaoling and Xiaowan were afraid that the prince would drink too much and hurt himself, so they came over to support him. But the prince paid no attention to them. He just wanted to see Daiyu as soon as possible!

Looking at the long corridor, a glimmer of hope surged in his heart, but he still did not see Daiyu at the end of the corridor.

Afterwards, the prince rushed to the east and west wing rooms without stopping and searched them carefully one by one.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not find any trace of Daiyu.

The prince was already somewhat desperate at this time. He half-crouched in the courtyard and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Son Yu, stop playing hide-and-seek with me. Can you please come out quickly?

I beg you to come out quickly, I was wrong, I will never leave you again!"

After saying that, he suddenly burst into tears like a child, feeling wronged and unwilling.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a painting, and the familiar handwriting flashed through his mind - it was the picture of playing the flute on a snowy night that Luo Yuxuan painted for Daiyu.

"Luo Yuxuan?"

The prince couldn't help but feel puzzled. He was almost sober now. This handwriting looked so familiar.