Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 265: She Missed Mu Yan in Her Previous Life

Chapter 265: Chapter 265: She Missed Mu Yan in Her Previous Life

Zhan Lan boarded Mu Yan’s carriage, and the two of them left together.

She sat on the soft, thick cotton pad that Mu Yan had prepared for her; he was truly thoughtful.

Mu Yan closed his eyes to rest, and Zhan Lan looked at him, understanding his fatigue from rising early.

Mu Yan’s long eyelashes occasionally trembled, indicating his restlessness in sleep.

As Zhan Lan stared at his face, she suddenly felt a sense of surrealism—they were about to get married.

In her past life, she had never imagined that she would end up with such a cold and ruthless Regent King.

Back then, her eyes only saw the superficially modest and elegant Si Jun; even when she first met Mu Yan and was stunned by his handsome appearance, she felt no flutter in her heart.

When did she first meet Mu Yan in her past life?

Zhan Lan thought back carefully, a smile suddenly lifting the corners of her lips—the first time they met was when she had just become the Martial Arts Champion at the age of sixteen.

She was accompanying the Li family to the mountain to fulfill a vow to Buddha, likely because the Li family often felt guilty and would stay there for several days.

Bored while accompanying them, Zhan Lan went to eat the vegetarian meal alone. As she was returning her bowl to the food box, she accidentally smeared soup on someone’s clothes.

Zhan Lan, seeing the luxurious fabric, was figuring out how to compensate when she looked up and saw a strikingly handsome man standing before her.

"I’m sorry, I’ll compensate you..." Zhan Lan, who had very little Silver on her, said hesitantly.

The man looked at Zhan Lan and then at his own clothes and said, "Miss, this is my favorite garment. There’s no need for compensation; just help me wash it!"

Zhan Lan sighed with relief and followed the man to the entrance of his private room, waiting until he changed his clothes and handed them to her.

Zhan Lan took the wooden basin to the river to wash his clothes.

And this man was none other than Mu Yan.

Before long, Mu Yan also arrived and watched her washing the clothes with soap berries by the river, then commented, "Miss, you’re using quite a strong force."

Zhan Lan lightened her scrubbing motion, and then Mu Yan remarked again, "Miss, you haven’t eaten enough. Can you really get it clean like this?"

Zhan Lan, holding the clothes, paused momentarily and continued washing, holding back her irritation.

Mu Yan slowly approached from behind, standing by the riverbank as if supervising her work.

Without lifting her eyes, Zhan Lan said, "Don’t worry, I assure you I’ll wash them clean!"

Mu Yan replied with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "Clumsy."

Zhan Lan instantly flared up; she had admitted her mistake and was even washing his clothes, yet he was still unrelenting.

He was obviously nitpicking!

Such a waste of a handsome face to have such an annoying mouth!

The more Zhan Lan thought about it, the angrier she got, applying more force. Mu Yan held her hands, saying, "Alright, stop washing."

Zhan Lan frowned at him, and as their eyes met, she pushed his hand away.

The riverside was slippery, and as Zhan Lan pushed him while slightly leaning, she slipped, pulling him into the river with her.

Fortunately, the water wasn’t deep. Soaked, they both emerged from the river.

Mu Yan wrung his clothes, looking at her speechlessly, and Zhan Lan also looked back in utter speechlessness. They turned their backs to each other, each ignoring the other.

"Meeting Miss, I’m really ’fortunate.’" Mu Yan said sarcastically as he stood up and looked at the clothes in the river, "No need to wash them. Don’t want them anymore."

Zhan Lan, fuming, watched him walk away. She still washed the clothes clean and hung them to dry in the courtyard, then knocked on his door.

Mu Yan opened the door, took the neatly folded clothes with a raised eyebrow, and said sternly, "I hope I don’t see Miss again, or who knows what unlucky things might happen."

Zhan Lan retorted angrily, "The feeling is mutual!"

After meeting Mu Yan, Zhan Lan went to the Buddhist hall to offer incense to the Bodhisattva, murmuring prayers—by then, she had already fallen for Si Jun.

So, she also whispered her wish, hoping to be emotionally attuned with her beloved, praying for Si Jun’s wishes to come true.

She held three incense sticks, and after opening her eyes, she saw with her peripheral vision that Mu Yan was standing in front of the incense table, looking at her with indifference.

His eyes were complex, as if watching her make a fool of herself, and he blurted out, "Trusting in gods for blessings is not as good as opening your eyes wide."

Zhan Lan gave him a glance, inserted the three incense sticks into the censer, and turned to leave.

The next day, she never saw Mu Yan again.

This was their first unpleasant meeting; the second one was on the day she got engaged to Si Jun, when she inadvertently dragged Mu Yan into trouble, no wonder he despised her in her previous life.

Zhan Lan withdrew her thoughts and pondered over Mu Yan’s words, "Trusting in gods for blessings is not as good as opening your eyes wide."

Now it seemed, Mu Yan was cautioning her.

But, they had never met before!

Moreover, he showed no reverence for the gods in front of the Buddha, which made Zhan Lan start to doubt why he would go to the temple.

Zhan Lan was suspicious, staring blankly at Mu Yan’s face when suddenly he grabbed her hand and pulled her in front of him.

He hadn’t fallen asleep, watching Zhan Lan stare at him and wondered what she was looking at.

Their eyes met, and Mu Yan smiled, "Lan’er, what are you looking at?"

Zhan Lan tentatively asked, "Mu Yan, do you believe in Buddha?"

"I don’t," Mu Yan answered definitively.

Zhan Lan continued, "Then have you been to a temple?"

Mu Yan raised an eyebrow, "I never go to such places."

Zhan Lan felt a tightness in her heart, perhaps the encounter with Mu Yan at the temple wasn’t coincidental.

Zhan Lan pressed on, "Why don’t you like it?"

Mu Yan, stroking her hair, said, "I’ve been allergic to incense ash since childhood, it makes me itchy whenever I smell it."

Zhan Lan’s heart felt as though it was being tightly squeezed, perhaps Mu Yan had liked her since their previous life.

Now thinking about it, with his agile skills, how could he accidentally touch the bowl in her hand?

Moreover, on the day she offered incense, Mu Yan was right by the incense burner, enduring physical discomfort, telling her not to trust Si Jun.

Zhan Lan’s eyes gradually grew sour, realizing she had missed out on Mu Yan in her previous life.

From all his actions, perhaps Mu Yan had been paying attention to her all along, she just didn’t realize it.

"Lan’er, what’s wrong?" Mu Yan noticed the redness around her eyes and asked worriedly.

Zhan Lan rubbed her eyes, avoiding his gaze, "It’s nothing, probably something got in."

Her cheeks were gently turned by Mu Yan’s hand, and he leaned close to Zhan Lan, looking into her eyes and tenderly blew on them.

Zhan Lan’s heartbeat quickened; Mu Yan was merely the sugar sprinkled on the scars of her heart.

She was gradually healed, enjoying the experience.

Now she knew that in their past life, he had been drawing closer to her, warning her.

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He never went to temples, but he went for her; he knew incense ash would cause him allergies, yet he still endured.

On the day of their engagement, knowing full well he couldn’t swim, he still bravely rescued her from the river.

Zhan Lan grasped Mu Yan’s hand, and he looked at her in surprise; this was the first time Zhan Lan had initiated holding his hand.

His heart filled with joy, he murmured, "You’re very different today."