GTB Chapter 171

Chapter 173: This Prince Has a Headache

Chapter 173: This Prince Has a Headache

Shí Yan, who was already completely engrossed, instantly felt his breath catch and his entire body stiffen at Jiāng Jiǔchū’s glance and blink, as if his heart and soul had been snatched away.

Seeing his reaction, Jiāng Jiǔchū secretly rejoiced, quite pleased with her design.

She had felt that her dance was merely pretty, not comparable to Xiāo Lì’s dance, which could captivate hearts and souls.

Therefore, she had specially designed this final strike for Shí Yan, and it seemed…the effect was quite good.

What she didn’t know was that her dance was graceful and stunning, beautiful to the extreme.

It was hard to tell whether it was the dance or the dancer that was more beautiful, and everyone felt that the scene just now was like a fleeting meteor, both illusory and real.

This dance amazed everyone present, and the final glance not only set Shí Yan’s whole body ablaze but also shook the hearts and souls of all the young men behind him. Although the glance wasn’t for them, they could still understand what it meant to be captivated by a smile.

Shí Xiu looked at Jiāng Jiǔchū, who was holding an umbrella and turning back, and felt as if he had fallen from the clouds. His fingers gripping the cup turned white at the knuckles.

Just now, those few steps she took towards him made him feel as if everything around him had stopped.

For a moment, all his thoughts were blank, and he even felt, illogically, that…she was walking towards him.

However…

He turned his eyes to Shí Yan, and his eyes revealed a deep jealousy, something rarely seen on his face.

The Xiāo brothers and sisters, Xiāo Yì and Xiāo Lì, were even more captivated. They had not expected that the dance of Dong Yue Kingdom could be so indescribably beautiful.

Xiāo Lì had to admit that Jiāng Jiǔchū’s dance was more than just a little better than hers in terms of technique, not to mention the artistic conception of the dance.

“Good, good, good.” The two siblings clapped their hands and cheered, instantly pulling back the minds of many people in the hall.

Emperor Yuè An also smiled and praised repeatedly, “The Seventh Princess Consort’s dance encompasses all the beauty of my Dong Yue Kingdom and can be called a model.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your praise.” Jiāng Jiǔchū bowed and walked towards her seat, looking at Shí Yan with a gentle smile, but she was greeted with…him rubbing his forehead with a frown.

The smile on her face instantly disappeared. What did this guy mean? Not only was he not amazed by her Flower Tipping Umbrella for the first time, but he even had a headache?

But, when she turned back just now, she clearly saw Shí Yan’s expression stunned. Could it be that she had misread him? Not stunned with amazement, but stunned with fright…

Jiāng Jiǔchū pouted. He was really a hard rock to please. What exactly did this person like?

While she was secretly complaining in anger, she walked back to the table. Just as she was about to sit down, she saw Shí Yan suddenly stand up and say:

“Father, your son suddenly feels a headache, so I will return to the residence first.”

Emperor Yuè An was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he knew that his son was probably unable to sit still again.

After all, he had been like this before, either not attending the palace banquet, or having aches and pains in the middle of it. Those who didn’t know would think his body was so weak.

But since there were outsiders present, he naturally couldn’t expose him. “Alright, go down! Remember to call a royal physician to take a look.”

“Yes.” Shí Yan responded, then looked at the Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom, “I will invite the Crown Prince to get together alone another day. Today, my body is unwell, so I will not continue to accompany you.”

“Alright.” Xiāo Yì nodded, thinking that although he looked handsome and unparalleled, his body…didn’t seem to be very good!

“Let’s go!” Shí Yan reached out to Jiāng Jiǔchū, looking like he had a headache and was weak.

Seeing this, Jiāng Jiǔchū quickly reached out to support him, not expecting that Shí Yan really had a headache and was uncomfortable.

Xiāo Lì looked at the departing figures of the two and whispered to her brother, “Brother, is this Seventh Princess Consort beautiful?”

Hearing this, Xiāo Yì quickly withdrew his gaze from the orange figure, “Beautiful, so you’re probably not going to be able to hook this Seventh Prince. Give up and choose someone who is strong and healthy.”

Xiāo Lì did not answer, but sighed to herself, “It would have been great if brother had come earlier. A daughter of a Vice Minister’s household, it wouldn’t have taken more than a word for brother to ask for her hand in marriage.”

Xiāo Yì indifferently glanced at his sister, “Do you think I’m like you? No matter how beautiful, she’s just a woman. Although her dance was stunning, it’s not enough to make me feel regretful.”

“Okay, okay, okay, brother is a man of great things, naturally not attached to beauty and love.” Xiāo Lì picked up the wine cup, not wanting to argue with her stubborn brother, took a sip with a natural expression, and her eyes contained a shallow thought.

On the palace road, Jiāng Jiǔchū supported Shí Yan and asked worriedly, “Has Your Highness ever had a headache before? Is it an old illness or did you drink too much wine?”

Shí Yan’s mouth twitched, and then he stopped and looked at Jiāng Jiǔchū, “Do you think this Prince looks like he has an old illness?”

“Ah?” Seeing Shí Yan stop, Jiāng Jiǔchū felt that she had said the wrong thing again and quickly shook her head, “No… you don’t look like it. Then next time, Your Highness, drink less wine.”

As she said this, she grabbed Shí Yan’s arm and planned to continue forward, but she couldn’t pull Shí Yan even half a step.

Just as she was wondering, she heard Shí Yan say, “This Prince’s alcohol tolerance is not that bad. A few sips of wine are not enough to give this Prince a headache.”

Jiāng Jiǔchū looked at Shí Yan’s seemingly displeased expression and thought to herself that this person was getting harder and harder to please. She was just concerned about him. She wasn’t a doctor, so was it wrong to ask the wrong question?

Forget it, for the sake of his good performance today, she wouldn’t argue with him.

“Alright, I understand. Then let’s go back and ask the residence physician to take a look!”

However, Shí Yan’s feet seemed to be fixed in place, and she still couldn’t pull him. She looked at Shí Yan in confusion, “Isn’t Your Highness going to leave?”

Shí Yan did not answer but instead put his arm around Jiāng Jiǔchū and spun her half a circle, leaning her against the palace wall.

“Want to know why this Prince has a headache?”

Jiāng Jiǔchū was so shocked by Shí Yan’s sudden action that she didn’t have time to think. With wide eyes, she asked with a dazed expression, “Why?”

She was a little unresponsive, not understanding why Shí Yan asked this way. It couldn’t be because he watched her dance, right?

She had never heard that her dance could cause headaches!

Before she could think more, she heard Shí Yan continue, “The book under your pillow, if this Prince remembers correctly, is called *Seventy-Two Strategies to Tame Your Husband*…not *Seventy-Two Strategies to Tame the Masses*, right?”

After Shí Yan finished speaking, under Jiāng Jiǔchū’s stunned and bewildered gaze, he said word by word:

“Tell me…should this Prince have a headache?”

Jiāng Jiǔchū looked at Shí Yan in surprise. He, he, he…actually saw her Seventy-Two Strategies?

When did he see it? Under the pillow? She hadn’t put it under the pillow for a long time!

She thought about it. Could it be that he saw it as soon as he returned to the residence?

Oh my god? Did it have to be like this? How could he see this thing?

No wonder he had been indifferent these days. It turned out that he had been coldly watching her Seventy-Two Strategies.

“Hmm? Why aren’t you talking? Do you think this Prince shouldn’t have a headache?”

Hearing this, Jiāng Jiǔchū suppressed the embarrassment in her heart and replied sensibly, “That Northern Kingdom princess said so, and I couldn’t refuse, and besides, I also…didn’t dance any seductive dance.”

Shí Yan thought of the scene just now, thinking that he had never seen a more seductive dance than that.

“Stop quibbling. This Prince has a headache from being stabbed by those gazes. Tell me, what should be done?”

Jiāng Jiǔchū looked at Shí Yan’s bottomless eyes, not daring to explain anymore, and asked timidly, “What does Your Highness want to do?”

After she asked, she looked at Shí Yan nervously. After a guess surged into her heart, her heart began to beat wildly involuntarily.

Was it what she thought it was? It couldn’t be that he was really looking for her to settle accounts!

“You say.” After Shí Yan finished speaking, he stared at the woman in front of him.

Jiāng Jiǔchū stared at Shí Yan, her eyes blinking slightly, thinking that it must be what she thought it was.

Thinking of this, she did not hesitate to lean towards Shí Yan’s thin lips, quickly imprinted a kiss on them, and then quickly retreated, carefully observing Shí Yan’s expression with a flushed face.

Although she felt that he should mean this, she was a little afraid that she had misunderstood, recalling the scene of him blocking her with the book yesterday.

Shí Yan couldn’t help but raise his hand and touch his thin lips, hooked his lips, and shook his head, saying, “Not enough.”

Hearing this, Jiāng Jiǔchū was stunned, and the joy in her heart gradually rose. Had Shí Yan forgiven her?

She turned her head and looked around. On the palace road in broad daylight, she was a little afraid.

“That, can we…go back to the residence?”

After she finished speaking, seeing that Shí Yan did not respond immediately, she quickly opened her mouth again, “Then in the carriage?”

“Ah~”

As soon as Jiāng Jiǔchū finished speaking, she was lifted into the air by Shí Yan.

After a brief exclamation, she quickly reached out and hugged Shí Yan’s waist.

The strong wind lifted the two people’s clothes intertwined in the air, flying quickly towards the palace gate.

Jiāng Jiǔchū raised her eyes and glanced at Shí Yan. He was going to go back to the carriage…