Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 191 Gun (1)_1

Chapter 191: Chapter 191 Gun (1)_1

After dinner, Cai Wei returned to her own room, closed the door, took out her pen and paper, and sat at her table, seriously beginning to draw.

The old Type 38 pistol, including its wooden handle, consisted of nineteen parts of various sizes and thicknesses. Each part had to be diagramed realistically, with the sizes and thicknesses labeled correctly for her to be finished.

Having sketched all nineteen parts, she filled three whole papers. By the time she finished, it was already the third watch of the night. Stretching her weary arms and neck, she yawned, feeling her whole body exhausted. She got up from her chair and walked towards her couch.

As she got up, she was startled to see the crown prince of Great Jin Kingdom, Nangong Yi, lying slantwise on her couch.

At that moment, he was supporting his forehead with one hand, lounging on her couch, smiling and watching her. She wasn’t sure how long he had been there watching.

In fact, he arrived much earlier. However, he saw the maiden sit under the lamp, engrossed in her drawing, looking like she was doing the most important thing in the world. He didn’t bear to interrupt her so he laid on her bed and watched this beautiful person.

Watching her perfect profile, watching her serious gestures, two or three hours flew by without him even realizing it. Before he had enough of watching her, the beauty looked back at him, forcing him to stop his discreet admiration.

When Cai Wei first saw him, her instinct was to open her mouth and scold him, but then she suddenly remembered the man’s noble identity.

Though she wasn’t the type that respected the high and despised the low, she was in the ancient times now and had to abide by the harsh feudal hierarchy of the era. He was a prince, and she was supposed to bow and salute him by right. If she didn’t, it was a punishable offense. If she were also caught scolding the prince and disrespecting the royal family, all the people at her home would be in danger of losing their heads.

With this thought in mind, she suppressed her anger but still asked with annoyance, "Why are you here again?"

Nangong Yi slowly sat up, stood up, his good mood unaffected by the girl’s harsh attitude. He lazily said, "To honor the promise I made to you last night, Fang Qing."

Cai Wei shivered, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and looked even more alert.

Last night he mentioned that he would come to apply medicine for her tonight. She had been so busy all day that she had completely forgotten about it. With his reminder, she suddenly remembered.

"Hey, I warn you, don’t you dare to be rude to me."

The man chuckled and slowly walked towards Cai Wei. "I didn’t say I wanted to do anything to you. Is Wei’er trying to remind me on purpose?"

As he spoke, he stopped right in front of her, lowered his head, and looked at her with a smile.

Under the candlelight, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old maiden was staring at him warily with her clear big eyes. Her exquisitely unique little face was full of caution. Her silky long hair was loosely tied up at the back of her head with a green bamboo hairpin, with a lock of hair playfully falling down and cascading down the back of her graceful neck, all the way to her waist...

At this moment, she was wearing a brand new pink satin embroidered with red chrysanthemum double-collar dress, under which was a pearl-colored scatter flowers floor-length skirt. It was the dress he had prepared for her. The soft pink color complemented her white and translucent skin, making her even more delicate and adorable, almost like she was made of water.

She was staring at him, and he, was gazing back at her...

For a long time, he suddenly reached out his hand, going to touch the girl’s cheek.

Cai Wei shuddered, swiftly dodging the man’s sudden affectionate touch. Angry, she turned around, about to scold him for casually sneaking into a woman’s boudoir and taking liberties with a woman. But then, that extraordinary wrist reached out towards the table, without any pause.