Chapter 1862: Chapter 1862: The Collision (2)
“I will.” Qi Jingyi hurriedly waved his hand, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely do it perfectly.” Then he bounced out, skipping.
Yang Ruxin was just about to shake her head when she heard a loud bang from outside, followed by two cries of pain.
“What happened?” Yang Ruxin was startled and rushed out, only to imdiately cover her nose. What a stench.
In the courtyard, Qi Jingyi was holding his bleeding nose, looking upward, while Wei Yao was sitting on the ground, rubbing a big bump on her forehead.
Scattered on the ground were so snacks, including a pack of stinky tofu, which had spilled out, emitting the unpleasant odor.
Qi Jingyi’s white clothes were covered in spots, clearly soaked with the stinky tofu’s juice.
Yu Qingge stood nearby, looking like she wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to, though she soon covered her nose as well.
No explanation needed, it was obvious that one was rushing in while the other was rushing out, resulting in a collision.
“You weren’t looking where you were going?” Qi Jingyi felt like puking from frustration; his beautiful nose—he hadn’t even slled the stink yet.
“Weren’t you not looking too?” Wei Yao felt frustrated as well. She and Yu Qingge had lined up for a long ti to buy the stinky tofu to bring back while it was hot for Xinxin, but this guy made her spill it all, and her forehead was swollen from the bump. Oh, it hurt so much.
“Aren’t you going to help them up?” Yang Ruxin held her forehead.
Only then did Qiqiao and the others react, hurrying over to help Wei Yao up.
Yang Ruxin went over and gave Qi Jingyi a dicine pill: “Alright, it’s fine now, your nose bone isn’t broken.”
Miraculously, as soon as he swallowed the pill, the bleeding stopped.
“I haven’t even married a princess consort yet. If my face gets ruined, there’ll be no end to it with you.” Qi Jingyi, feeling better, shot a fierce glare at the perpetrator.
“You…” Wei Yao, hearing him refer to himself in royal terms, realized his high status. She wanted to retort, but ultimately didn’t dare to be too impudent. She could only return the fierce glare.
“Enough.” Yang Ruxin snickered, “Miss Wei isn’t married yet either; if that big bump on her forehead doesn’t go away, wouldn’t her face be ruined too?”
Qi Jingyi pursed his lips without saying anything, but then suddenly sniffed: “Why does it sll so bad?” He looked down, then suddenly scread, “My clothes…” and dashed out.
Wei Yao’s mouth twitched, “He…”
“He’s Prince Qi Jingyi, he’s been to my house, but you missed him last ti,” Yang Ruxin chuckled, “He’s a neat freak.” Let alone a neat freak, even without one, having stinky tofu all over you would drive anyone crazy.
“It’s a pity about that stinky tofu; Qingge and I lined up for a good fifteen minutes…” Wei Yao looked regretfully at the stinky tofu being cleaned up by the servants.
“Shouldn’t you be more worried about the prince holding a grudge?” Yu Qingge couldn’t help but ntion, “You practically disrespected him earlier.”
Only then did Wei Yao realize, forgetting even the bump on her forehead: “Xinxin, did I cause trouble for you?”
“The eighth prince isn’t such a petty person.” Yang Ruxin sighed, “At worst, I’ll make him a few delicious dishes as an apology. But for now, you should worry about the bump on your forehead.” Saying this, she took out a box of ointnt, “Have Qiqiao apply it a few tis for you, and the swelling will be gone by tomorrow.”
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