Quick Wear Beauty

Chapter 896 The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (8)

Chapter 896: The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (XVIII)

Thirteen-year-old Song Qingting developed slowly, and Song Chen was relatively short. Song Qingting was as short as her mother, and still childish, and really looked like a child.

Zhao Jian muttered to himself, could this young lady be looking for him for something serious? But he had concubines and beautiful maids, and the way the woman in front of him looked at him was very familiar. Wasn't that the way those women looked at him?

Meeting the familiar eyes, Zhao Jian couldn't help but become picky.

Her clothes were made of fine fabric, and she had a wealth of jewelry. She was clearly a daughter of a wealthy family, not a servant. However, she hadn't fully grown up yet, and looked delicate and pretty. Her complexion seemed a little sallow, and no amount of white powder could hide her haggard look. Could she be ill? She seemed to have run over here, her breathing unsteady, and the powder on her cheeks was falling as she panted. In the sunlight, Zhao Jian could see the dust flying.

Zhao Jian subconsciously took a step back and moved closer to the guardrail, fearing that he would inhale the powder.

He coughed and asked quickly, "Does this lady know me? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Song Qingting and Qingli went in different directions, so she didn't see her elder sister. She was just excited that she had used the excuse of going to the toilet to get rid of her mother's supervision and found the seventh prince.

"Your Highness, I am Song Qingting, the second daughter of Prime Minister Song's family. I saw you from afar at a palace banquet. I was so engrossed in the scenery just now that I couldn't find my way. Fortunately, Your Highness is here, otherwise I would have cried out of anxiety."

She had no idea that the Seventh Prince opposite her was looking down on her. She introduced herself with what she thought was a pretty smile, but she had no idea that she had been through a lot recently and looked haggard, had lost more than ten pounds, and looked very weak. She had applied too much white powder, which made her look scary.

After learning the identity of the person in front of him, Zhao Jian became more patient. The second daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion was worth his time. This woman seemed easier to coax than Miss Song.

It was rare for a noble lady of high status to be willing to talk to him. Before, those noble ladies would walk around him for fear that rumors would spread and they would have to marry him.

Zhao Jian suppressed the urge to send her away and started chatting with Song Qingting with great interest.

He probed, "Don't worry, Miss Song. I've been to the mansion several times and am quite familiar with the layout. If you'd like, I can lead the way for you."

Song Qingting looked at Zhao Jian with admiration.

"That couldn't be better. Ting'er thanks you so much, Seventh Prince."

Zhao Jian didn't expect that Song Qingting would actually agree to let him lead the way. He was prepared to be rejected and thought that she would just point the way directly.

Zhao Jian was inevitably surprised and excited when being stared at with admiring eyes by a noble lady. He treated Song Qingting like a peacock courting a mate, and was much more spirited than the usually timid invisible man.

After a long time, Song Qingting sat tiredly on the stone bench to rest. She couldn't really let the Seventh Prince take her back to the place where the women rested, otherwise her mother would definitely be angry, and those ladies would also gossip about her, so after walking with the Seventh Prince for a while, she parted ways with him.

The reason why she didn't continue shopping with the Seventh Prince was because her legs hurt, and she was afraid that if she continued walking, she would fall to the ground.

Song Qingting complained, "Really? You have no mercy on women at all. Why are you walking so fast?"

She pounded her legs, not expecting that the Seventh Prince had deliberately slowed down his pace. However, for her, who had injured her legs from kneeling for six hours every day for three days, walking at a very fast speed was also very fast.

Touching her aching leg, she couldn't help but resent her parents' heartlessness. Not only was her father angry, but her mother also joined in the fun, not sharing her views. She had assumed she'd only kneel for one night, and that her mother would resort to a hunger strike the next day to avoid kneeling in the ancestral hall. Instead, she had someone send her a cushion, kneepads, and a cold-relief soup, hoping to coax her into submission.

Song Qingting was still waiting to marry into the Seventh Prince's mansion and become the queen in the future. She was definitely not willing to surrender, so she knelt for three days with great determination.

Now, as she touched her aching leg, she suddenly regretted it. At worst, she could just knock Song Qingli unconscious and get into the bridal sedan directly. The matter had already been settled, and it would be difficult for those people to regret it. Why bother herself with suffering now?

Song Qingting was feeling uncomfortable when she was suddenly hit by a stone. A big bump instantly appeared on her forehead. It hurt without even touching it. When she touched the bump, she became even more angry.

Without thinking much, he bent down, picked up a sharp stone, and threw it back in the direction where the stone had just hit him.

There were exclamations from the other side of the corridor that was invisible.