Chapter 40: What the Ghostly Prince was planning
No one could have antic.i.p.ated that the normally well-behaved and obedient Chu Qing-Yan, in front of them, would be so unconcerned about how she looked when crying. It was only at this moment that everybody recalled a certain fact: This little miss was merely a half-grown child.
Everybody looked at each other, and ultimately, their gazes fell on the motionless Highness's body, as if they had agreed to this in advance.
Xiao Xu never thought that this girl would use this trick. Watching her rolling about on the ground and making an unreasonable scene, he felt that it was novel and also very funny. This wasn't the first time a person who didn't fear death dared to make such an unreasonable scene in front of him. Who didn't know that he usually liked quiet? n.o.body dared to behave so atrociously in front of him.
This Chu Qing-Yan was not the first, but was definitely the first to not arouse any disgust from him!
Xiao Xu looked at her silently with nothing to say.
Everyone that was originally whispering gradually quieted down because of their family master's silence. Consequently, the entire room suddenly became deafeningly silent.
And Chu Qing-Yan, who was in a sad mood, gradually calmed down after crying loudly for a while. She never thought there would come a day when she would cry loudly like a child, not caring about her image. Could it be that she had sunk into the play too deeply? Or was it because the grief and sadness deep in her heart were aroused?
Regardless of the reason, that she had cried was a fact. In embarra.s.sment, she slowly opened a crack between her fingers that covered her eyes and then very carefully observed Xiao Xu's reaction. She only saw him still sitting on that chair, with a teacup in hand, just the same appearance as a while ago. His face was covered by a mask and she was unable to make out his expression. But his pair of ink-like bottomless eyes was just looking at her as if unconcerned, his mood unreadable.
Since she had already torn face with him and forgot her manners, there was no need to pretend to be a respectful guest, might as well smash the jar that's already broken (1).