Love at First Sight Chapter 12 Admiring Beauty Under the Moon, the More He Looked, the More Awake He Became

Both of them were stubborn, neither willing to yield. Wen Yueqing thought, you didn’t care about my life just now, and now you’re forcing me to jump; while Zun You was thinking, I’m a prince, I must maintain authority before the servants.

“Don’t be afraid, I promise nothing will happen to you.” Zun You, growing impatient, spoke with a harder edge. “Hurry and jump.”

Wen Yueqing was already terrified, and now all her grievances surged forth. Suddenly, she broke down in tears. She was an actress, living a good life, yet fate had brought her to this world where even her most basic freedom was gone, and the more she thought about it, the more miserable she felt.

“Sister Qing, are you all right?” Only Tong’er, bold enough, dared to ask. Seeing Wen Yueqing still crying, she lowered her head and wiped her own tears in secret, saying nothing more.

Zun You was stunned. Perhaps she truly feared heights. Seeing her cry so sorrowfully, he felt a pang of guilt—was his attitude too harsh? She’d just been held hostage by an assassin; how frightened she must be, and now he was still pressing her.

He glanced back at the servants and maids; all had their heads bowed, not daring to move, each thinking silently, “This Miss Wen is truly a remarkable person.”

Helpless, Zun You waved his hand at the crowd. “Return to your rooms, all of you. No one is to remain here.”

“Your Highness, I must stay to protect you. The assassin is still at large,” Kang Qi protested, worried for his safety.

“All of you, leave—including you. Hurry up.” Zun You’s tone carried a trace of anger.

Kang Qi felt today was particularly unlucky; he’d been dismissed repeatedly, all thanks to that assassin. If he ever caught him, he’d skin him alive. Not daring to argue further, he turned and headed back to the front courtyard.

The others, well aware of Zun You’s temper, understood that while he could be jovial, when angered, he was truly fearsome. None dared linger, so they scattered in haste. In the blink of an eye, only the two remained.

One sat atop the roof, gazing down; the other stood beneath the eaves, looking up.

Zun You leapt lightly to the rooftop, walking over to sit beside Wen Yueqing. For a long while, he said nothing, simply keeping her company in silence.

By now, Wen Yueqing had stopped crying. In truth, she’d been acting more than anything, venting her emotions as a way to clear her mind. Seeing he was silent, she stole a glance at him; fortunately, he was merely staring ahead with a blank expression.

Sensing her gaze, Zun You turned to her. “Actually, I was very worried about you. Everything I said to the assassin was a lie.”

Wen Yueqing hadn’t expected his first words to be this; secretly, she was delighted. “Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I know.”

Seeing her comprehension, Zun You felt relieved.

“Then, let me carry you down now.” His voice was gentle as jade.

Wen Yueqing’s thoughts were in turmoil. The events of tonight were still unresolved, and she didn’t know how Shangguan Yin Chun was faring. If he’d been caught, she’d truly owe the original owner.

She didn’t want to return yet, wishing only to sit a while longer. So she spoke softly, “Your Highness, look—the moon is so bright tonight. It’s my first time admiring it from such a height. Let’s stay a while longer before going down.”

Zun You didn’t insist; he found it elegant to enjoy the moon with a beauty by his side. He’d never sat with a woman like this before, especially atop his own roof. The thought itself was amusing.

Both looked up; the bright moon hung overhead, its silver light cascading down, filling the air with a mysterious, sweet fragrance.

“The moon rises, dazzling; the beauty shines, radiant,” Zun You mused aloud. “Your name is Yueqing—does it mean you’re as cold and clear as the moon?”

“I wouldn’t know. If you think so, then it must be,” Wen Yueqing answered absentmindedly.

It was as if you’re gazing at the moon from the rooftop, and the moon gazes at you from above.

Zun You was now thoroughly at ease. “Wen Yueqing, counting the riverside, I’ve rescued you twice now. Aren’t you going to show some gratitude?”

“What kind of gratitude do you expect?” Wen Yueqing thought to herself, I’ve already become your maid, serving your every need day and night—what more could you want?

“Ha, look how frightened you are. I’m not trying to make things hard for you,” Zun You said, smiling.

“Well... given the setting, why don’t you sing a song for me?” he suggested.

“Pfft, is that all? Easy—singing comes naturally to me,” Wen Yueqing replied, her face bright with joy. She thought, how could a star in film, television, and music not meet your demand?

She boasted, “Not only will I sing, but I guarantee you’ve never heard the song I’ll sing.”

Zun You nodded with a smile. “Go ahead, I’m all ears.”

She pondered for a moment, then a tender, lingering melody began.

You ask me how deep my love for you is, how much I love you. My feelings are true, my love sincere, the moon represents my heart. You ask me how deep my love for you is, how much I love you. My feelings are steadfast, my love unchanging, the moon represents my heart. A gentle kiss has already moved my heart; a deep affection makes me yearn till now. You ask me how deep my love for you is, how much I love you. Just think about it, just look at it, the moon represents my heart...

Wen Yueqing’s voice was sweet and graceful, her singing soft and lingering, flowing effortlessly. Zun You listened, utterly entranced. He was amazed—the depth and emotion in her singing were beyond what a fifteen-year-old could express. Such feeling required life experience, yet Wen Yueqing, just having come of age, somehow conveyed it perfectly.

When the song ended, Wen Yueqing turned to Zun You, shaking her head slightly, thinking, “Well? Captivated by my singing? Aren’t you going to praise me?”

Looking up, she saw Zun You’s face flushed red. He blinked, his long lashes fluttering. “You... how did you, at your young age, learn such lascivious and seductive songs, and sing them so alluringly, hmm?”

Wen Yueqing nearly collapsed. Three black lines sprang to her forehead—please, “The Moon Represents My Heart” is such a beautiful song; this prince was truly peculiar.

“I order you never to sing that song again,” Zun You said, a hint of displeasure in his voice.

“Why should I? My mouth is mine, I’ll sing what I like,” Wen Yueqing retorted, unwilling to back down, determined to defend her rights.

“Because I’m the prince, and I forbid you to sing that song for anyone else,” he said, a bit desperately.

“Humph!” Wen Yueqing turned away, pouting, sulking. She knew he’d resort to his status; there was no helping it—in this world, imperial authority reigned supreme.

Seeing her unhappy, Zun You tried to coax her. He actually liked the song, just felt embarrassed. Now the girl looked so pitiful, especially with her little tantrum—she was utterly adorable.

He reached out and nudged her arm. “Hey, angry? Then I’ll grant a favor—you're allowed to sing, but only for me, all right?”

Wen Yueqing shrugged. “No, such lascivious and seductive songs—I fear they’ll taint your ears.”

“You see, but I like hearing it, so just sing for me, all right?” Zun You nudged her again. “Come on, sing it once more for me.”

“I won’t. Not singing.”

“Hurry up, hurry!”

“Oh, you’re going to push me off the roof!”

“Come on, sing it again.”

“I won’t, I don’t feel like it.”

“Please...”

“No, stop pushing me, you’re so annoying...”