Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 259: Madam, Are You Blaming Me for Not Coming to Propose Formally?

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Madam, Are You Blaming Me for Not Coming to Propose Formally?

Zhan Lan saw the youth with clear eyes, a high nose bridge, red lips and white teeth, and an extremely clean face.

She lifted her chin, trying to call out to him, "Xiao Luobai!"

The graceful youth looked up at Zhan Lan on the balcony above, who was not wearing makeup and dressed in a light pink dress, and nodded, "Lan’er... Sister!"

Zhan Lan saw the Hidden Guard behind Xiao Luobai and said with a bright smile, "Come up here!"

Xiao Luobai leapt onto Zhan Lan’s balcony in one bound.

Zhan Lan smiled and compared their height with her hand, "Young Master, you’re now a head taller than me!"

Xiao Luobai’s ears turned red, and he stood tall with confidence, saying, "I am already fifteen years old now."

Zhan Lan touched his head and said, "Time flies, it’s been nearly three years since we’ve seen each other."

Xiao Luobai slightly dodged Zhan Lan’s hand that was about to tousle his hair, and pouted, "Zhan Lan, I am already fifteen, you can’t mess up my hair anymore, I am a man..."

Zhan Lan lifted her head and looked into his eyes, teasing him with a dig, "You’ve grown up and think you’re something? Now you don’t even call me sister!"

Xiao Luobai looked at Zhan Lan nervously, "Don’t be mad, I just, I just..."

He saw Zhan Lan was displeased and didn’t know how to cheer her up; he only wished Zhan Lan would see him as a man, not a child.

Seeing his nervous stuttering, Zhan Lan couldn’t help but to tease him again, touched his head, and said, "I know, let’s go inside and talk!"

Suddenly Xiao Luobai grabbed her sleeve, "I heard you were injured."

Zhan Lan opened the door, let him in, and then said, "It’s nothing serious, just a superficial flesh wound. It looks a bit horrifying."

Xiao Luobai wanted to say let me see, but considering the impropriety between men and women, he swallowed the words.

"Greetings, young master!"

Xiao Tao and Liu Xi greeted Xiao Luobai; anyone Zhan Lan invited inside was certainly no stranger.

Xiao Luobai smiled lightly at them, Xiao Tao and Liu Xi served tea, then retreated.

Zhan Lan signaled Xiao Luobai to sit down, she stood beside him and asked, "Xiao Luobai, do Granny Qi and Alchemist Qi know you’ve come out of Qilin Palace?"

Xiao Luobai smiled, "They know."

Zhan Lan nodded, "You must be more careful in the future, I’ve been very busy lately, I haven’t had time to visit you all."

Xiao Luobai shyly smiled at Zhan Lan; at home she dressed casually, her silky hair draping down beneath her half-up bun, she was even more beautiful than three years ago.

Zhan Lan handed him a piece of candied fruit, "Want one?"

Xiao Luobai laughed and took it, and as he touched Zhan Lan’s fingers his heartbeat quickened, he didn’t reach for the candied fruit but instead looked at the scar on Zhan Lan’s hand, "By the way, I have some scar-removing ointment prepared by Alchemist Qi here."

He took a box of ointment from his sleeve, Zhan Lan laughed and received it, "Thank you."

In her eyes, she did not see any disgust from him due to her scars.

Xiao Luobai watched her with a smile, Zhan Lan looked up and met his gaze, "Why are you always staring at me, do I have something on my face?"

Zhan Lan immediately checked herself, and Xiao Luobai, embarrassed, lowered his head, "It must be boring for you to be recuperating at home alone, let me play a tune for you!"

Xiao Luobai took out the flute hanging from his waist, Zhan Lan looked at him, propped herself against the wall with her hand, and said with a smile, "You know how to play the flute?"

Without a word, Xiao Luobai raised the flute to his lips, and a remote and misty flute melody intermittently reached Mu Yan’s room.

From the beginning of Zhan Lan and Xiao Luobai’s conversation, Mu Yan had been watching the graceful youth.

The youth’s eyes showed that he was experiencing the first throes of love, his flute music seemed to be filled with an endless outpouring of feelings and unspoken affection.

Mu Yan had learned to play the flute and naturally knew that the young man was expressing his feelings through the music, but he estimated that Zhan Lan wouldn’t notice.

After all, he had watched Zhan Lan evolve from being completely insensitive and unaware of his feelings to now having some affection for him.

Mu Yan smirked and said to himself, "I should marry you sooner rather than later, Mengmeng!"

Having said this, he turned to Vermilion Bird, who enjoyed the flute music with relish, and instructed, "I remember I have a light purple robe, help me find it."

Vermilion Bird was astonished, the light purple robe, wasn’t that the robe the Master wore when he was eighteen? Could he still wear it?

He quickly found it and presented it with both hands, Mu Yan glanced at it and said, "Have the embroiderers make me a few light-colored clothes!"

Vermilion Bird did not understand, but dared not ask.

Mu Yan entered the bedroom, changed into the purple garment, and tied a snow-white hair band on his head before walking out.

Vermilion Bird felt as if he was transported back to when Mu Yan was eighteen years old, the garment was exquisitely made and a bit loose at that time.

Now it fit the Master’s tall and straight figure perfectly, looking very handsome.

"Master, you look good!"

Mu Yan’s lips curved into a smile, he picked up a folding fan, his gown and hair band fluttering, and he walked down the stairs.

Vermilion Bird watched him pass through the secret door into Zhan Lan’s yard.

He peeked out the window and saw that the sound of the flute was coming from across Zhan Lan’s room, where he could vaguely see a graceful young man.

Vermilion Bird murmured, "The Master has quite a few rivals in love, ai..."

Inside Zhan Lan’s room, although she couldn’t discern the profound meaning in Xiao Luobai’s flute-playing, she nevertheless enjoyed it.

She stared at Xiao Luobai, hoping that he would become the best king of Beiyue one day.

Suddenly, a purple figure lightly entered her room, and she looked intently to confirm, over and over, that the person before her was Mu Yan.

His clothes, with his light steps, made the sleeves flutter; his hair also became airy, his gaze passionate as his lips curved into a light smile looking at Zhan Lan.

Xiao Luobai turned to look at Mu Yan, and saw him walking over like a banished immortal, standing beside Zhan Lan. He naturally reached out to tidy Zhan Lan’s stray hair on her forehead, his voice tender and lingering, "Madam, who is this?"

Xiao Luobai’s flute playing abruptly stopped.

Zhan Lan’s lips twitched and she glared at him, "Be serious."

Mu Yan smiled and said, "Is the Madam blaming me for not formally proposing?"

He gently pinched Zhan Lan’s cheek, "Don’t be angry, I’ll go tomorrow."

Zhan Lan: "..." Why is Mu Yan so abnormal today?

Xiao Luobai’s clear gaze looked at Mu Yan, dimming little by little.

"Zhan Lan... I’m going to leave first!" He was at a loss, not knowing how to face such a situation, so he could only escape.

Zhan Lan stopped him, "I had the kitchen prepare food, you rarely come by!"

Xiao Luobai took another look at Mu Yan, this man was too handsome, even more so than himself, and since this man had arrived, Zhan Lan had no more eyes for him.

Xiao Luobai smiled faintly, "I’ll come visit you in a few days."

Zhan Lan nodded, not insisting, "I’ll walk you out."

"No need, you’re injured and shouldn’t move too much," Xiao Luobai smiled lightly.

"Alright then." Zhan Lan watched Liu Xi escort Xiao Luobai out.

When Zhan Lan turned back, she saw Mu Yan lounging on her soft couch, his white and pale purple layered clothes making him look like a celestial being descended to the mortal realm.

Only now did Zhan Lan realize that the best color for Mu Yan turned out to be purple.

She approached and said, "He’s just a brother, don’t overthink it."

Mu Yan held her hand, "Lan’er has already given me a title, this king doesn’t care about those brothers."

Zhan Lan twitched the corner of her lips, not caring, yet you are dressed so flamboyantly.

She looked at Mu Yan with a smile and said nothing.

Mu Yan curiously looked towards the door and asked, "How old is the ’brother’?"

Zhan Lan answered casually, "Fifteen."

"Oh!" Mu Yan responded indifferently but inside felt rather sour; there were indeed too many love rivals, even a ’brother’ now!

Mu Yan stubbornly reclined near the window on the soft couch, looking at Zhan Lan, "Madam, is dinner ready? I’m hungry."