Chapter 169: The Young General, the Handsome Emperor (22)

Yan Ancheng's expression was strange; he simply could not believe that A Si had forgotten him. He had remembered her all these years.

From their first meeting, she had said—

"Your Highness, I am late."

Under the night sky, the little general looked up at him and smiled—

"Cousin, I am Wei A Si."

He had kept her in his thoughts day and night, yet she still asked who he was.

Yan Ancheng’s eyes darkened instantly.

"Who am I?"

His voice was cold, and his expression terrifying.

A Si took a step back, pursing her lips in protest. "If you don’t want to say, fine, but why scare people like this?"

She bit into a date paste pastry, cheeks puffed out, glaring at Yan Ancheng.

The mood was so unpredictable; people in the capital were truly strange.

A Si blinked, and Yan Ancheng was momentarily stunned.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and slowly exhaled a heavy breath.

Then he said, "A Si, I am Yan Ancheng."

A Si tilted her head; the name Yan Ancheng sounded so familiar.

"I am Yan Ancheng, the one you saved."

—I am your Yan Ancheng.

—Your Yan Ancheng.

The man’s lips curved into a smile, bright as sunshine, yet it seemed unable to reach the depths of his heart.

He stared straight into A Si’s eyes, where the only warmth capable of melting his icy soul resided.

"Ah," A Si’s eyes widened, mouth slightly open, "I remember now, you are the Fourth Prince."

Yan Ancheng’s expression softened somewhat as he tightened his grip on her fair hand.

"Little General, I have waited for you a long time."

A Si was puzzled—waited for her to do what?

But she didn’t ask, for the way the man looked at her was strange indeed.

His eyes sparkled as if harboring a blazing fire that could cook her alive.

A Si reached into the bag of pastries Yan Ancheng held, took a rose pastry, and popped it into her mouth.

Yan Ancheng watched her, unable to resist, and pinched her chubby cheek.

"Why do you eat so much?"

A Si shook her head and pulled away his hand without a word.

—

The streets were crowded, and A Si and Yan Ancheng’s striking appearances drew many eyes—especially Yan Ancheng, the dream man of the capital’s young ladies.

He led A Si to a quiet teahouse.

Once seated, A Si kept eating without pause.

Not a single word was spoken.

Yan Ancheng watched her silently for a long while.

Then he asked the question he had long held in his heart.

"Little General, could it be that you are..."

A Si puffed out her cheeks, looked up, and licked the crumbs from her lips.

Yan Ancheng’s face flushed as he continued, "…a Longyang..."

A Si tilted her head, eyes confused.

"Longyang? Is that a kind of candy? Or a pastry?"

Yan Ancheng paused, pursing his lips, then said slowly, "I mean… do you… like men?"

A Si’s gaze grew distant. She was a girl, of course, she liked boys.

Though, she hadn’t even blossomed like a peach flower.

She nodded seriously.

Yan Ancheng felt as if fireworks were blooming in his heart.

He was so excited he could hardly sit still.

Dressed in a dark brocade robe, his gloom had lifted somewhat.

His eyes burned as he stared at A Si across from him.

He opened his mouth, then nervously closed it again.

A Si frowned after looking at him for a long while, then glanced at the pile of pastries beside them.

Pursing her lips reluctantly, she took out her favorite date paste pastry and placed it gently into Yan Ancheng’s slightly open mouth.

A Si thought: I only asked if you wanted to eat casually; please don’t take it seriously.

Yan Ancheng: ...

(End of chapter)