Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 65

Song Miaomiao: “…”

What was going on? Was the storyline of the Princess and the male lead so crucial? Just a bit of interaction and it added points?

After dinner, before Yi Qing could take out the hawthorns, Song Miaomiao preemptively declined them. Was her image just going to be that of someone who hiccups every time they eat, destined to be a gluttonous Princess? Song Miaomiao was not satisfied.

She wandered around the Princess Mansion until it was dark, accompanied by Yan Yu, who repeatedly reminded her that it was getting late. Eventually, Yan Yu awkwardly guided her back to the bedroom.

Yi Qing had been waiting at the table in the bedroom for a long time. As soon as he saw Song Miaomiao entering, he stood up with a joyful call to the Princess.

On the table, there was a wooden tray, and atop it lay a dress- a sky-blue dress, the very same one Song Miaomiao had almost forgotten about.

Yes, that’s right. When Song Miaomiao was carrying out her task, she scolded Gu Jiaren for damaging the dress. After Yi Qing took the blame, Song Miaomiao gave him the dress to fix – the blue dress. It had been a few months since then.

Yi Qing presented the dress to Song Miaomiao, saying, “Princess, I have mended the dress.”

Song Miaomiao unfolded the dress, only to find that the damaged part had been meticulously embroidered into a dark blue branch, meandering up to the waist in an intricate pattern, with no trace of mending whatsoever.

Even Yan Yu couldn’t help but admire, “The Prince Consort embroiders really well.”

Song Miaomiao gently ran her fingers over the embroidered pattern and asked, “Did you… embroider this yourself, stitch by stitch?”

Yi Qing nodded, replying, “You told me to embroider it myself, so I did.”

Ingenious as ever! Who would have thought he had such skills? Couldn’t he have delegated the task?

Curious, Song Miaomiao inquired, “How long have you been embroidering?”

Yi Qing replied, embarrassed, “I’m not very skilled at embroidery, so it took me quite a while.”

“How long, exactly?” 

Did he mean to say he had been embroidering clothes since she gave him the task? A guard learning martial arts tinkering with embroidery at home… The mental image was too beautiful to fathom!

Yi Qing confessed softly, “Since I tore your dress…”

Song Miaomiao seized the dress, asking incredulously, “Have you been embroidering this dress for the past few months?”

Yi Qing clarified, “Not constantly. I’ve embroidered many pieces. Once I was confident in my skills, I started on this dress.”

He tried to embroider on many pieces? Was it real or fake?

System Oppa: [Completing a plot point, additional 100 points awarded, current total 4500 points.]

Song Miaomiao nearly choked on her own saliva. “Ahem. Yan Yu, put the dress away, please.”

Yan Yu responded promptly, “Yes.”

After Yan Yu put away the dress, she didn’t return. Song Miaomiao felt guilty and panicked. Meanwhile, Yi Qing had already started making the bed.

Thinking quickly, Song Miaomiao pretended to cough. “Ahem… cough…”

Yi Qing immediately halted his task and fetched Song Miaomiao a cup of warm water. “Princess, what’s wrong?”

Taking a sip of the water, which was at a moderate temperature, Song Miaomiao feigned feeling chilly. “I’m feeling a bit cold… cough…”

Yi Qing gently touched Song Miaomiao’s forehead and called for the doctor. Song Miaomiao continued to hold her chest, pretending to be uncomfortable.

Of course, the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong. He diagnosed the Princess with a cold and prepared some ginger soup to help alleviate her symptoms.

Following the doctor’s instructions, Yi Qing brought a bowl of ginger soup himself. Seeing his eagerness to feed it to her, Song Miaomiao quickly took the bowl and drank the ginger soup with haste. However, the soup was piping hot, and she inadvertently burned her mouth with the first sip.

Just as Song Miaomiao took the first painful sip, Yi Qing exclaimed, “Princess, be careful not to burn yourself!”

Speechless, she was already burned.

Song Miaomiao sat on the bed with a mouthful of scalding ginger soup. Her legs were wrapped in a quilt, and she couldn’t find a place to spit it out. Yi Qing handed her a piece of veil to cover her mouth. Fortunately, there wasn’t much soup left, and Song Miaomiao managed to vomit it onto the handkerchief.

Yi Qing wiped her mouth, his cheeks flushing once again as he lowered his head to cool down the remaining ginger soup. After a couple of sips, he glanced up at Song Miaomiao, who met his gaze before blushing and looking away. Blowing on the soup twice more, he then fed the cooler ginger soup to Song Miaomiao, his neck now also tinged with red…

But seriously, what was he doing?

She hoped he could please stop looking at her with such youthful yearning.

Ugh! Such a spring-obsessed young man! 

Did he take the wrong medication or something? Yes, that must be it! There must be some mix-up!

System Oppa: [Completed a plot point, additional 100 points awarded, current total 4600 points.]

Goodness! What was wrong with this plot? With so many plot points between the male lead and the female supporting character, wouldn’t it seem too much?

After finally finishing the bowl of ginger soup, Song Miaomiao watched as Yi Qing calmly removed his coat, preparing to go to bed… 

Wait, why wasn’t he blushing this time? Why was he so composed now?

Boldly, Song Miaomiao spoke up, “Ahem, I’m afraid I might infect you, so let’s sleep in separate rooms!”

Yi Qing asked, puzzled, “Infect?”

Song Miaomiao searched for words, “Uh… just spreading the sickness, I’m afraid I might pass it to you.”

As Yi Qing lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, he reassured her, “Princess, the doctor said it’s just a minor cold, nothing serious. Just drink some ginger soup, and you’ll be fine. Don’t worry, I’m quite robust. Let me handle the sickness!”

Song Miaomiao: “…”

“Stop!” Song Miaomiao hastily made up another excuse, “It’s just that… I’m not accustomed to sharing a bed with someone else. I’ve been sleeping alone in the palace for eighteen years. I really can’t get used to having someone else around me at night. Let’s sleep separately!”