Read Novel Full Chapter 1671 - 1664: She Looks Like Chu Yifeng as a Child
Chapter 1671 -1664: She Looks Like Chu Yifeng as a Child
“Your Highness…”
Zuo Qingqing lowered her head, her cheeks tinged with a shy blush.
Of course, she was willing to bear his children. As long as they got married, as long as he showered her with unparalleled love, naturally, she would be willing to continue his bloodline with him!
She was determined to give Chu Yifeng a son in the future, to let Rong Sheng see it. And as for her and her little wretched daughter? Completely useless!
Zuo Jiaojiao happened to pass by and witnessed this scene. As always, she covered her eyes and tiptoed past quietly.
After all, her aunt standing with the Eighth Prince presented a picture of a strikingly handsome man and a beautiful woman, truly pleasing to the eye. But her mother had warned her not to look too much at her aunt, especially not when she was with the Eighth Prince, lest she feel regret later on.
She changed into her fitted clothes and while walking towards the competition grounds, muttered under her breath, “You only feel regret when they’re not together anymore. But hasn’t the Eighth Prince always doted on Aunt to this extent?”
Wouldn’t they never separate?
Zuo Jiaojiao had initially been quite comforted by this thought. But as soon as she stepped out and saw Su Chenyang tying a wristband for Chu Xi by the racecourse, she stomped her feet angrily, “Unacceptable!”
She had a brother too! So she ran off to find Zuo Fenglin and held out her small hand, “Brother, I want you to tie my wristband too!”
Zuo Fenglin looked down at her, seeing that her wristband was already properly tied. He snapped at Zuo Jiaojiao angrily, “Are you crazy? Tying it again for no reason—such nonsense!”
“Brother!”
Zuo Jiaojiao was so furious she was about to cry. “Why does Chu Xi have someone tying her wristband for her?”
Zuo Fenglin let out a dismissive laugh, “She’s a princess. Are you?”
Zuo Jiaojiao was immediately rendered speechless. But in her heart, she vowed—when she beat Chu Xi, she would tell her aunt she wanted to be a princess too!
A princess more impressive than Chu Xi!
The whistle blew—
Both teams lined up at their respective starting points. The entire racecourse was a circular loop with inclines and declines. In the middle were four slides of varying heights. The first slide was the tallest, requiring a rapid burst of speed to ascend and then slide down quickly.
The others were relatively easier and posed no real danger.
It was Zuo Jiaojiao and Chu Xi who started first.
Zuo Jiaojiao, being younger than Chu Xi and spoiled all her life, reflexively covered her ears in fear the moment Chu Heng’s subordinate blew the whistle. Meanwhile, Chu Xi had already dashed forward like an arrow leaving the bow, heading for the first slide.
Zuo Fenglin roared, “Zuo Jiaojiao! Start running! What are you standing there for?”
“Waaah!” Zuo Jiaojiao sobbed twice in fright, then began to run on her little stubby legs.
She was naturally slow and lacked the rigorous training Chu Xi had. By the time she started climbing the first slide, Chu Xi was already on the third one, far ahead of her.
In the pavilion at the Marquis of Martial South’s Manor, Chu Heng’s lips curled into a small smile. “As expected, Sister is truly remarkable.”
After speaking, she glanced at Rong Sheng, only to find Rong Sheng as composed as ever—a grace so cold and distant, it seemed almost otherworldly.
Su Hao and his wife, however, shared Chu Heng’s sentiment, marveling at Chu Xi’s prowess.
Wu Jinyan, standing by Su Hao’s side, chuckled softly, “Although Princess Xi isn’t much of a talker, she has an undeniably determined and capable nature.”
Su Hao agreed, “A princess of her stature is naturally different.”
Song Huaining and Song Qianlin elbowed their way to the front of the Lord’s stand by the pavilion, cheering loudly for Chu Xi by the edge of the racetrack. “Princess Xi, keep going! Run faster, Princess Xi! Zuo Jiaojiao is so slow she can’t possibly catch up to you!”
“Princess Xi is the best! Keep it up, Princess Xi!”
Song Huaining’s enthusiastic shouts drew everyone’s attention to her.
Song Qianlin, noticing all the curious gazes around them, quickly tugged at Song Huaining’s sleeve. “Ning’er, don’t be so over the top!”
Song Huaining turned around, pouted, and glared at him, “I want to be over the top! I want to cheer for Princess Xi! Brother, yell with me! ‘Go Princess Xi! Princess Xi is the best!'”
Under Song Huaining’s relentless enthusiasm, Song Qianlin couldn’t resist and ended up shouting along with her a few times.
And strangely enough, it seemed to infuse Chu Xi with energy. She ran even faster, leaving Zuo Jiaojiao two entire laps behind.
Zuo Jiaojiao struggled up the slides, only to slide back down with difficulty, panting all the while.
Zuo Fenglin was beside himself with frustration, yelling at Zuo Jiaojiao several times from his spot. But all Zuo Jiaojiao did was cry—crying as she ran!
Useless good-for-nothing!
In her heart, Zuo Qingqing cursed Zuo Jiaojiao countless times too!
She was utterly useless!
She couldn’t even defeat Chu Xi!
Fortunately, Chu Yifeng had prepared for this. When Chu Xi reached the fifth lap, she began to stumble.
As she climbed the first slide and slid back down, her body suddenly lost control, and she fell flat on her face, crashing into the ground. She was rendered dizzy and disoriented.
“Hiss—”
Chu Xi sucked in a sharp breath, clutching her forehead as she struggled to stand.
Her head spun terribly! That fall not only hurt but also left her body feeling weak and numb.
“What… what’s the matter with you?”
Zuo Jiaojiao ran over, staring blankly at Chu Xi lying on the ground, her face full of fright.
“Zuo Jiaojiao, what are you looking at? Keep running! You’re still two laps behind her!”
Zuo Fenglin’s frantic roar echoed, causing Zuo Jiaojiao to tremble all over before running off again in haste.
“Damn it!”
Chu Xi tried to get up but found her body still weak. Every step she took felt like an enormous struggle, her legs weak to the point of pain.
When she finally managed to drag herself to the second slide, Zuo Jiaojiao—running with all her might—had already closed the gap by an entire lap.
When Chu Xi entered her sixth lap, Zuo Jiaojiao had just begun her fifth.
The lead Chu Xi had maintained was gradually shrinking.
Seeing Chu Xi’s fall and her slow, staggering steps afterward, Chu Heng frowned, her handsome face showing concern. “Did Sister hurt herself badly? Why is this happening?”
“Someone tampered with the slides, and she’s been drugged,” Rong Sheng said calmly from beside him.
“Is it true? I’ll call for the race to be stopped right now. Aunt Rong, take Sister back and treat her.” Chu Heng furrowed his brow deeply. The race was important, but what mattered most was Chu Xi’s health.
She mustn’t be harmed!
“You said it yourself—if the race is stopped, everything will dissipate into nothingness. She wouldn’t accept it,” Rong Sheng said with a steady gaze that followed Chu Xi. Her voice was calm and assertive as she addressed Chu Heng.
Even though it was her own daughter who had fallen, she felt the pain more keenly than anyone else.
But she also understood Chu Xi better than anyone.
Chu Xi’s stubborn nature was a mirror image of Chu Yifeng’s.
At this moment, even if she broke every bone in her body, she wouldn’t agree to stop the race.
She would never be willing to lose.
Watching Chu Xi fall three more times yet still striving to rise again, Rong Sheng’s mind suddenly flashed back to Chu Yifeng’s childhood.
When Wu Dao had just brought him into her care, she had taught him the rules of survival. Wu Dao had then sent him to the ghost markets, where he was forced to fight for his life. If he didn’t survive, he wouldn’t be let out.
She had stood outside the fighting cage, watching Chu Yifeng inside. He was bloodied and battered from the brutal brawls, yet he kept standing again and again. Her heart ached, but she could do nothing.