Reborn Lady - Chapter 435
In the autumn of Wei Ying’s eighth year, King Yan embarked on a hunting expedition to the pine forest paddock, accompanied by his wife, concubines, children, and some officials.
Wei Ying, brimming with excitement for the adventure, found herself unexpectedly stricken with a cold merely a night into their stay. When she woke up in the morning, her forehead was hot and her body was weak.
Concubine Guo swiftly dispatched for the palace doctor, while King Yan, unaware of his daughter’s sickness, rose early to lead his three sons—Wei Yang, Wei Yan, and Wei Luo—alongside Cui Yu and others for the day’s hunt.
It wasn’t until dusk, upon King Yan’s return to the other courtyard, that he learned of Wei Ying’s condition. Hastening to her bedside, his concern palpable, he inquired tenderly, “Do you have a headache?”
Wei Ying shook her head, pouting and complaining to her father, “I want to ride a pony, fly a kite on the grassland, go fishing, and pick wildflowers in the woods.”
Pinewood Paddock had everything, and she had so much to do.
King Yan said fondly, “Okay, okay, after Yingying recovers, your father will accompany you.”
Wei Ying recuperated obediently.
In the early morning of the next day, King Yan came to see his daughter and went out for a horse race. After all, he was not a doctor, so even if he stayed by his daughter’s side all the time, he couldn’t help her.
On the grassland, King Yan slowed down to rest after galloping. At this time, he noticed some wildflowers blooming in the grass.
King Yan’s heart was moved; he jumped off his horse and began picking wildflowers.
Sixteen-year-old Wei Yan approached with a mischievous smile and joked, “Why is Father interested in picking flowers?”
King Yan snorted and replied, “Yingying is sick, I’ve been thinking about her all the time. I’ll pick some flowers for her.”
Wei Yan immediately rolled up his sleeves, saying, “Then I’ll pick some flowers for my third sister too.”
Hearing that, Wei Yang also bent down to search for the flowers.
Wei Luo stood beside the white-hoofed bird, unmoving.
Observing him, Cui Yu approached, gestured to the Third Master, who seemed somewhat oblivious, and reminded Wei Luo to help pick flowers too.
Wei Luo glanced at the figures of his two elder brothers, pursed his lips, but remained unmoved.
While he hoped for his third sister’s swift recovery, he found no interest in such ostentatious gestures.
Cui Yu smiled wryly and began talking with Wei Luo, pretending as if Wei Luo was simply busy talking to him.
Soon, King Yan picked five or six flowers, combining them with those picked by Wei Yang and Wei Yan. A handful of them would surely please the little girl.
King Yan was very satisfied and handed the bouquet to Wei Yan before mounting his horse and returning.
It was inconvenient for Wei Yan to hold the flowers in his hand, and seeing that his father didn’t seem to mind that his third brother had never picked flowers, he felt a little regretful.
However, when King Yan brought this bouquet of flowers to Wei Ying, she truly smiled, drank her medicine for an extra day, and then recovered, becoming lively once more.
King Yan kept his promise, spending a day playing with his daughter before resuming his hunting or horse racing activities.
Wei Ying went to the grassland to fly a kite with her sisters Wei Jin and Wei Shan.
Wei Jin and Wei Shan remained quiet, standing by as the kite soared. While Wei Ying was lively and playful, darting around with the kite, she paid little heed to her sisters’ calls. Fortunately, with maids and eunuchs in tow, Wei Jin allowed her younger sister to play freely.
Wei Ying ran for what seemed like an eternity, akin to a little white rabbit newly liberated from its cage.
However, no matter how playful the little rabbit, exhaustion eventually catches up. She sprinted up a gentle slope until finally, Wei Ying could run no more. Handing the kite reel to the young eunuch who trailed behind, Wei Ying paused to drink water, gazing at the other side of the hill before continuing.
There was a sparkling stream, and someone was painting by its banks.
Wei Ying recognized him at once and called out with a smile, “Little uncle!”
Cui Yu turned his head, spotting Wei Ying running toward him from the gentle slope. The eight-year-old girl wore a white skirt that billowed like morning glory in the breeze.
Concerned she might trip in her haste, Cui Yu quickly set down his paintbrush and turned to greet her.
“Yingying, slow down!” He said, worry evident as he hastened to meet her.
Wei Ying descended from the high ground, the refreshing wind on her face as she spread her arms, joyously resembling a swooping bird, and dashed towards Cui Yu.
With no choice, Cui Yu scooped her up into his arms.
The little girl’s cheeks flushed, and she asked him with a smile, “Why is Little Uncle here alone?”
At this moment, Wei Ying still enjoyed imitating her fifth younger brother Wei Jing, affectionately referring to Cui Yu as her little uncle.
Setting her down gently, Cui Yu explained in a warm voice, “I’m not adept at riding and shooting. After two days of hunting with King Yan, I feel exhausted, so I decided to take a rest today.”
Wei Ying looked at the easel by the stream and asked, “Are you painting?”
Without waiting for Cui Yu’s answer, she trotted over.
Cui Yu’s painting of the grassland was nearly complete. It depicted nearby streams, the vast grassland in the distance, and the eagle soaring in the sky. The only unfinished element was the eagle itself.
Kneeling down on the mat once more, Cui Yu began to paint the eagle.
Wei Ying observed the painting and then glanced at him.
At eighteen, Cui Yu possessed a handsome and gentle appearance. His amiable demeanor made him stand out even next to her brothers Wei Yang, Wei Yan, and Wei Luo, drawing attention effortlessly.
Wei Ying found Cui Yu the most attractive; her second brother could be frivolous at times, and the third brother always seemed aloof, unlike the comforting presence of Cui Yu.
“Little uncle, could you help draw me too?”
Wei Ying remembered how her father, King Yan, had painted for her mother, and she couldn’t help but desire a painting of her own.
Cui Yu regarded Wei Ying as a child entirely, so how could he refuse such a simple request?
“Just sit here, and I’ll include you in this painting,” Cui Yu said, gesturing towards a spot by the stream and motioning for Wei Ying to sit down.
However, Wei Ying grew impatient after a while of sitting still; she was eager to play in the water even more.
“Little Uncle, draw me catching fish!” She exclaimed.
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Anyhow_Mittipao
8 and 18 huh. let’s see WHEN he falls for the princess before deciding if it’s creepy or not lol