474: Chapter 474 Miss, when you get married, can you take me with you?

"Then Young Miss... if you really want to get married one day..."

"Can you take me with you too?"

"What?"

Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, not having reacted yet.

Zhaozhao's face also turned red, as if she had mustered up a lot of courage before speaking out:

"I, I just feel..."

"The Lin family is quite nice."

"Young Master Lin is also quite nice."

"Those madams are all quite nice too."

"If Young Miss marries over, how lonely would I be left alone in the Wan Family..."

"And, and..."

The more she spoke, the more anxious she became, and her voice grew softer and softer:

"Zhaozhao has been by Young Miss's side since she was little, and has long been used to taking care of Young Miss."

"If Young Miss gets married and Zhaozhao cannot stay by your side to serve you, Zhaozhao won't feel at ease in her heart..."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and twiddled her fingers, not daring to look at Zhiyi.

Seeing her shy and anxious appearance, Zhiyi was stunned for a second, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

She reached out and pinched Zhaozhao's cheeks:

"You, oh you, clearly your own heart has been moved, yet you insist on making it sound like it's all to serve me."

Her thoughts exposed by Zhiyi, the tips of Zhaozhao's ears turned red enough to drip blood:

"I, I didn't! I just want to follow Young Miss!"

Smiling, Zhiyi let go of her hand, looked at the leaves in the small courtyard blown by the evening breeze, and said with a hint of teasing in her tone:

"Alright."

"At that time, I will take you with me too."

"And let Young Master Lin take you in as a concubine maid."

Zhaozhao's face turned even redder, and she threw herself forward to hug Zhiyi's arm:

"Young Miss, you are so bad! That's not what I meant at all!"

"You clearly meant that."

"I did not!"

"You did."

The two of them made a ruckus in the small courtyard, their laughter as crisp as wind chimes.

The evening breeze brushed past the treetops, wrapping up those fragmented giggles and scattering them into the gradually darkening twilight.

And Zhaozhao's little thoughts had already quietly taken root.

The two of them frolicked all the way from the small courtyard into the room.

After messing around for a long time, they finally quieted down.

Zhaozhao lay against the edge of the dressing table, while Zhiyi sat in front of the mirror.

Both of them were panting, their cheeks still lingering with the flush that arose from their playful banter just moments ago.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Inadvertently raising her head, Zhaozhao's gaze crossed the window and fell toward the direction of the main residence in the distance.

In the night, the windows of the main bedroom in the main residence emitted a warm, orange-yellow glow.

The hazy light blossomed into a gentle halo in the night.

The lights of the master bedroom were on.

Just like every night in the past, they were on.

During these days they had been living in the Lin Residence,

it was like this every night.

The lights of the master bedroom had never been extinguished early.

They often stayed lit until dawn, and sometimes even until the sun was high in the sky.

Zhaozhao's gaze paused there for a second, then she let out a soft "ah" and quickly withdrew her sight.

Zhiyi also looked over following her gaze.

When her gaze touched that patch of warm light, the flush on her face that had just subsided not long ago quietly floated up again.

Neither of them spoke.

The starlight outside the window sprinkled into the small courtyard, and the night was quiet and deep.

The lights over at the main residence appeared exceptionally warm and striking in such a night.

Zhiyi's fingers unconsciously clutched the fabric at the edge of the dressing table.

Looking at that patch of brightness, some images uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

Those images were both blurry and clear, as if separated by a thin layer of gauze; she could vaguely see the outline, but couldn't make out the specific shape.

Yet just that outline alone was already enough to make her cheeks burn.

Zhaozhao was just like her.

The little girl lay on the edge of the table, her chin resting on her crossed arms, staring unblinkingly at the patch of lights in the distance.

Her face was a few shades redder than before.

Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she were thinking about something, or as if she were trying hard to chase something out of her mind.

After a moment, Zhaozhao spoke up first.

Her voice was light and small, carrying a hint of probing and teasing: "Young Miss... are you also thinking about that kind of thing?"

Startled by her question, Zhiyi stiffened all over: "I am not."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then why is your face so red?"

"I... I'm just hot."

Zhaozhao let out an "oh" with a long, drawn-out ending, her facial expression clearly spelling out "I totally don't believe you".

Then her gaze quietly shifted to the floor:

"Young Miss... you say... that kind of thing..."

"What kind of feeling is it really?"

Her voice carried a bit of curiosity and trembling.

Zhiyi was scorched all over by this question from her.

Flustered, she replied: "Wh... what kind of thing?"

Zhaozhao's voice grew even smaller: "It... it's just..."

Her gaze drifted toward the direction of the main residence again, sweeping across it quickly before pulling back.

"It's just that kind..."

"The bridal chamber on the wedding night..."

With the matter brought out into the open, Zhiyi opened her mouth, wanting to say that she didn't know either.

Yet the words at the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.

She indeed didn't know.

Yet she couldn't help thinking about it.

As she thought more about it, those blurry images became a bit clearer.

She saw herself wearing a bright red wedding gown, sitting on the edge of a bed covered with red silk.

The Red Bridal Veil blocked her vision; she could only see the flickering candlelight on that small patch of floor beneath her feet.

Then someone walked over and stopped in front of her.

The veil was lifted.

She raised her head, and what she saw was Lin Yun's face.

He looked down at her with a warm smile on the corners of his lips, the candlelight swaying behind him, casting his outline with exceptional tenderness.

He reached out a hand, his palm warm, covering the back of her hand.

Zhiyi abruptly snapped back to her senses, her entire face turning thoroughly red with a thump.

She didn't even know when she had started fantasizing about that scene.

That scenario in her mind was so clear it was as if it had truly happened.

Every single detail was crystal clear, from the gold thread embroidery on the wedding gown to the shadow cast on the wall as the candlelight flickered.

Zhiyi raised her hand to cover her face: "...What am I thinking about."

Watching her appearance from the side, Zhaozhao also blushed along with her.

The little girl was probably sketching some picture in her mind as well.

Her expression was identical to Zhiyi's, both shy and hot, and even her neck was stained with a layer of pink.

The two of them sat quietly in the room with their own thoughts for quite a while.

Then Zhaozhao suddenly muttered: "Young Miss... what do you think Young Master Lin's expression will be like at that time...?"

Covering her face, Zhiyi's voice was muffled: "...I don't know."

"I feel like he'll be very gentle," Zhaozhao said. "He's always very gentle when he talks to Young Miss usually."

"Mhm..."

"Then when he's being gentle... will it make people even more nervous...?"

"Maybe."

"Young Miss, will you be so nervous by then that you won't be able to say a single word?"

"..."

Zhiyi did not answer.

She lowered her hands from her face, looked at her own thoroughly reddened face in the mirror, and felt like her whole body was about to smoke.

Zhaozhao wasn't doing much better.

She lay on the edge of the table, burying her face into her arms, leaving only a pair of thoroughly reddened ear tips exposed outside.

The two of them just like this—one sitting, one lying down—were each emitting heat in the quiet room.

The starlight outside the window fell quietly, and the lights over at the main residence were still bright and warm.