150 For The Bes (2/2)

Li Xueyue ran as fast as she could, abandoning all forms of etiquette. Her hairpins loosened and it didn't take long for them to clatter onto the ground. She didn't care for it, she didn't care about her image. She cared about him.

He had chased her once before. It was now her turn.

”Yu Zhen, wait!” she cried out, seeing his tiny figure in the far distance, growing smaller with each gasp of air she took.

Whether or not he had heard her pleas, he didn't show it.

Yu Zhen was disappearing from her view.

Li Xueyue forced herself to run, but how could she? Her legs were restricted by her blue hanfu, the beautiful color of the unlimited sky, yet it was the very thing that trapped her.

”Yu Zhen, please!” She didn't know if he had heard her, but he was gone.

Li Xueyue refused to stop for air, even if her vision was beginning to blur. Her heart lurched and she felt like throwing up from the exercise she hadn't had in a while.

She continued to run for him, even though he had turned the corner and was presumably on his way to his carriage.

Li Xueyue was grateful when she finally turned the same corner as him, even if it was at the expense of her overworked lungs.

”My lady!” A servant gasped when a whirl of blue whizzed past her.

She watched with her mouth agape as the Young Miss dashed to the front entrance of the Li Manor where a man was halfway up his carriage steps.

”Oh my, I must inform the Madam of this,” the servant worriedly said, rushing in the opposite direction of her sprinting Young Miss.

Li Xueyue could see him now. He was outside the walls of the Li Manor, close to boarding his carriage. Her lungs were beginning to give out on her and in her haze, she suddenly tripped over footing, loudly crashing onto the ground.

Yu Zhen was distracted by one of his men who frantically whispered something to him. His eyes widened in disbelief and in an instant, he rushed into the carriage, as one of his servants closed the door for him. It did not take long for the horseman to start the carriage.

”My lady, are you alright?!” Worried servants instantly clustered Li Xueyue. Collective gasps could be heard when they saw her disheveled appearance.

”Your knees!” one of the handmaidens wailed, noticing the heavy fall had ripped through her hanfu, scrapping her pale skin.

”Quick, we must get you back to your room. The cut is deep and bleeding!” the same handmaiden said, her eyes wide with fear.

The rules stated that a young woman couldn't marry royalty if she possessed a scar.

Li Xueyue ignored them. She shoved her way past the servants, a cry of pain leaving her lips. She hobbled, biting her bottom lip. She continued her way to the front entrance, wincing and ignoring the mess she had turned herself into.

She made it out to the front entrance only for the whirl of dust to slam against her face. She shielded her face for a brief second and by the time she opened her eyes, the carriage wasn't there anymore.

Yu Zhen was gone with the wind.