Chapter 1330: We Won’t Forget Her
When Zhi’er and Feng Fuce left the Jiang Mansion, it was already late at night.
The hour was too late, Zhi’er knew her eyes were swollen like two walnuts from crying, so she was even more unwilling to return to the palace.
She clung to Feng Fuce’s neck, insisting on staying at his place.
Thus, the carriage stopped outside the Marquis Mansion.
Before getting off the carriage, Feng Fuce asked softly, "Do you want to be carried, or will you get down by yourself?"
Zhi’er looked up at him with her watery, red, swollen eyes.
Before she could speak, Feng Fuce had already picked her up in his arms.
"I’ll carry you."
Zhi’er’s pitiful appearance truly made him want to turn the Three Realms upside down to find Jiang Ying.
"The Marquis has returned!" The housekeeper saw the carriage and quickly brought the gatekeepers and servants to welcome them.
Seeing Zhi’er in Feng Fuce’s arms, he was momentarily stunned, then smiled knowingly.
"The room that Her Highness the Princess likes is cleaned every day, I’ll have the maids make the bed first."
However, Feng Fuce said in a淡淡tone, "She will sleep in my room tonight."
Zhi’er and the housekeeper and servants all looked at Feng Fuce.
Her watery eyes were washed clean by tears, now bright and crystal clear, with red eyes, as if she had been wronged.
Zhi’er murmured softly, "Why sleep in your room?"
Feng Fuce lowered his head, "You’re crying like this, I won’t leave you alone."
"I guess you’re too upset to sleep, I’ll stay and talk with you, it’s convenient in my room."
He said this with such righteousness that any different thought Zhi’er had was quelled by his words.
She nodded silently.
As if giving her approval.
Once inside the room, Feng Fuce asked the maids to prepare a warm towel for Zhi’er’s eyes.
She had just cried so pitifully that Feng Fuce’s heart was with hers, hanging in suspense.
Now, Zhi’er lay on the bed, facing Feng Fuce.
A warm towel covered her eyes, gently dissipating heat.
Her naturally red lips appeared even more notable to Feng Fuce’s eyes.
He tried several times to look away but was involuntarily drawn back to her lips.
Zhi’er was still thinking about Jiang Ying.
"Sister Jiang Ying is really pitiful, she just left like that, leaving nothing behind. If we want to remember her in the future, we don’t even know what to do."
"We won’t forget her, right? Will time make it so that, with no trace left of her, we think meeting her was all an illusion?"
Feng Fuce’s voice, melodious and pleasant, low and magnetic.
"No." His response was firm.
"So many people knew her, spent time with her, they won’t forget her."
"Even if Jiang Mian uses her body, people will remember there was once a Jiang Ying, also a daughter of the Jiang Family."
"As long as those who knew her don’t forget she was here, she’ll always live in your hearts."
Hearing Feng Fuce’s words, Zhi’er found them quite reasonable.
Earlier, her heart felt like it was weighed down by a heavy stone, but it felt much better now.
She sighed, "You’re right, I won’t forget her."
"And besides, I believe in destined encounters, we will definitely meet again!"
Suddenly.
Zhi’er thought of something.
"No, that’s not true! Sister Jiang Ying left something behind! She left a letter for uncle!"
She hurriedly removed the towel, intending to retrieve the letter from her sleeve to confirm.
However, Zhi’er found that Feng Fuce’s face was so unexpectedly close!
So close, his dark, cold brows and deep, clear eyes were inches away.
So close, if he lowered a bit more, his nose would touch Zhi’er’s cheek.
So close, Zhi’er could clearly see her own reflection.