The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 15: Improvement in Skills

"Your Highness, the peach blossoms are in full bloom now, so I made this peach blossom pastry specially for you. Please enjoy it, Your Highness."

Yun Qing looked at Sheng Jintang who was wandering in front of her. She was hit by the scent of cosmetics that she hated. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she saw Sheng Jintang performing the standard etiquette of a noble lady.

Sheng Yukun smiled and said, "Yesterday, I heard that the prince was coming. Before dawn, Jintang went to the kitchen and made this peach blossom cake by herself, waiting for the prince to come."

Ye Jinchen glanced at Yun Qing. The girl's eyes were almost shooting out lightning and turning him into charcoal.

He raised his hand and pushed the plate towards her, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said, "I don't like sweets."

Yun Qing gave Sheng Jintang a look that said "you're smart" and said, "It's a waste if he doesn't eat it. Don't be too sad. I still appreciate it."

Sheng Yukun glanced at Yun Qing unhappily.

What an uneducated girl! She doesn't come from a good family at first glance.

Sheng Jintang secretly bit his tongue, but still managed to smile politely, and said to Yunqing: "It is an honor for Jintang that Miss Yunqing is willing to do me the honor."

"Jintang Jintang, it's so easy to call you that!" Sheng Yuting in the jade hairpin shouted, "Jintang is the name I gave you, bah, she is so shameless!"

"Ah...ah..." Sheng Jintang's nose felt itchy, and he covered his nose and couldn't help yawning twice. Then he hurriedly bowed and said, "Jintang is rude."

Yun Qing had a sneer in his eyes. He picked up the cake and started eating it, tasting it in a serious manner and said, "Well, it's really good. Your cooking skills have improved."

Eight years ago, in order to stay in the Marquis' Mansion, this little girl tried to curry favor with Yun Qing more than any other maid. She went into the kitchen at a young age and made snacks for her herself.

Those memories were beautiful to Yun Qing. She saw the little maid's efforts, spoke heartfelt words to her, gave her beautiful and precious jewelry, and treated her like her own sister.

For Yu Sheng Jintang, now that she is the eldest daughter of the Marquis's family, those memories are simply a shame!

She gritted her teeth and said with a smile: "How come Jintang doesn't understand what Miss Yunqing said?"

"Jintang, do you know Miss Yunqing?" Sheng Yukun raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled. Sheng Jintang had never mentioned any connection with Yunqing before.

Sheng Jintang's heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned to Sheng Yukun and shook her head, saying, "No, I don't know him." She smiled stiffly at Yunqing and said, "Miss Yunqing must have remembered it wrongly. Today is the first time Jintang and Miss Yunqing have met."

She clenched her fists tightly in her sleeves, and her legs were trembling slightly under her gorgeous clothes.

"Well, then I must have remembered it wrong." Yun Qing smiled indifferently at Sheng Jintang and didn't take it seriously at all.

Sheng Jintang was so angry that his teeth were itching, and he wanted to raise his hand and slap Yun Qing a few times.

A maid ran in hurriedly from outside the door and said, "It's bad, my lord!"

Sheng Yukun slapped the table angrily and said, "How dare you! The prince is here, what are you doing so recklessly?"

The maid knelt down in front of Ye Jinchen in panic and said, "I deserve to die. Please forgive me, Your Majesty! It's really... It's really important that I can't delay..."

Sheng Yukun frowned. This maid was there to serve the young master Sheng Yi. If it wasn't an important matter, she shouldn't be so flustered.

After thinking about it, his heart was hanging: "What's the matter?"

Sheng Jintang frowned and said to Sheng Yukun, "Oh no, it's my brother!"

After she finished speaking, she ran out without hesitation. The maid said, "The young master's legs are starting to hurt again, and he has been crying for a long time. I saw that the young master looked so bad, so I came to tell the marquis."

"What?" Sheng Yukun's expression became visibly panicked. He hurriedly bowed to Ye Jinchen and said, "I'm sorry I can't entertain you. I hope Your Highness will forgive me. I will come to your house to apologize." After he finished speaking, he left Ye Jinchen and hurried away.

Yun Qing glanced at the direction where Sheng Jintang had left earlier and snorted barely perceptibly. Was this a show performed for Ye Jinchen?
What a pity, in the dream, there was no trace of Ye Jinchen in the garden at all.

She patted the pastry crumbs on her hands and stood up to go forward.

Soon, in the back garden.

Ye Jinchen is coming today, and all the flowers are new. Pots of blooming flowers are arranged neatly, unlike the staggered arrangement of flowers cultivated over many years, which lacks elegance.

She glanced at Ye Jinchen beside her, her eyes showing unconcealed anger, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing here?"

Does he care about Sheng Jintang so much?

"You were brought here by me. I will naturally watch you wherever you go to cause trouble."

Ye Jinchen looked at her meaningfully. Sheng Yukun had already left for some distance, but she was able to walk to the back garden by herself with ease, and even passed through a secluded rockery cave.

Even if he chopped off his head, he would never believe that she had no connection with the Marquis' Mansion.

Yun Qing rolled his eyes at him speechlessly. Well, if he wants to come, then let him come.

She wanted to see how long he would like that fake girl.

After taking several shortcuts, she finally met Sheng Yi before Sheng Yukun.

The little guy was sitting in a wheelchair, crying pitifully, struggling and almost falling to the ground.

Sheng Jintang, who came hurriedly at the side, was taking out a pill from a small porcelain bottle and giving it to him to swallow. Yun Qing frowned and a gust of wind shot out from his fingertips. Sheng Jintang felt the porcelain bottle burning and loosened his grip in shock, and the pill fell to the ground.

Yun Qing walked over quickly, pushed Sheng Jintang away, half-knelt in front of Sheng Yi, and pointed his finger at his leg.

"Who are you? Let my son go!" A beautiful woman in her thirties screamed and ran over from a distance. She was Bai, the wife of Marquis Zhenbei and Sheng Yi's mother.

"Yun Qing! Stop it! If you have anything to say, come to me. He is just a child!" Seeing Yun Qing in front of Sheng Yi, Sheng Yukun, who came over, also became anxious.

Yun Qing snorted coldly, and her fingers gently slid from his thigh to his knee. The young boy stopped crying, and where her fingertips touched, a warmth spread through his legs, relieving the long-standing pain. His legs were no longer as heavy as before. He had never felt so light before.

Sheng Yi blinked, tears still on his eyelashes. He looked at Yun Qing in front of him very kindly and asked, "Beautiful sister, are you here to save me?"

"Yeah." Yun Qing looked up at him. This little cousin's facial features were somewhat similar to hers. The blood was thicker than water, and her heart was warmed. She raised the corners of her lips slightly and said in a gentle voice, "Little Shengyi, try to stand up and take a few steps."

Sheng Yi tried to lift his knees and was shocked to see his legs moving freely without any discomfort. He stood up with his hands on the armrests, put his feet on the ground and stood straight.

Seeing this, Sheng Yukun and Bai opened their jaws in surprise.

Sheng Yi tried to take a few steps, then ran briskly towards Sheng Yukun: "Daddy! Daddy! I can walk! I can walk!"

(End of this chapter)