Chapter 3 No Matter What, I Must Keep You By My Side

Aier’s eyes were staring blankly, so much so that she didn’t even notice a bead of crystalline fluid slipping from the corner of her mouth…

However, Aier’s adorable reaction didn’t seem to offend the other party at all. In fact, when the woman saw the person in front of her who resembled a soft, little cake, her red lips curled ever so slightly in a subtle arc.

A faint, elegant fragrance suddenly drifted over. The woman leaned in close, and Aier, snapping back to her senses, hurriedly jumped up to apologize.

“D-D-I’m sorry…”

At that moment when she lowered her head, Aier caught a clear glimpse of the person before her: a crimson outer robe embroidered with golden threads, a silver brooch inlaid with jewels, and a string of pearls around her neck.

Oh no!

In this world, anyone who could afford to dress like this was either rich or noble.

If a commoner like her offended such people, even being hanged in the square would be considered a light punishment.

Just thinking about her miserable fate, Aier’s little legs wrapped in white silk began to tremble. She couldn’t hold out for long before they gave way, and she collapsed to her knees with a thud.

“S-sorry, I didn’t watch where I was going and bumped into you!” Tears welled up uncontrollably in her emerald eyes, “I’m so, so sorry…”

By the end, her tongue seemed to have lost all dexterity.

Her clumsy, anxious tongue made the smile in the woman’s eyes deepen a little more—such an unskilled little tongue, maybe it would be best to teach her everything from the very start, hand in hand (laugh).

Aier’s reaction was dramatic—shocked and frightened, her expressions as rich as an actress on stage, making the woman unable to hold back a chuckle.

“Little sister, are you hurt?”

The woman didn’t blame her at all. Instead, she helped Aier up and gently asked if she was injured.

Aier was very surprised. Her emerald eyes blinked twice as she stared dazedly at the woman’s face.

She was an extremely beautiful older sister, looking about eighteen or nineteen, with the freshness of a young girl and the graceful charm of a young woman.

Her noble black hair glimmered with a glossy sheen in the sunlight, and her golden eyes were rare in their depth and beauty, as if they held many unknown secrets. Just one glance, and Aier felt utterly captivated, unable to look away.

Her figure was tall and graceful, about one-seventy-five, long legs in red attire, her slender legs wrapped in black stockings that traced out a smooth and perfect curve—a true embodiment of “never getting tired of playing with it for a whole year!”

Her curves were pronounced—there was no need to say more about the parts that stood out, Aier had already enjoyed quite the view; as for the slim parts, they were so slender even Aier felt a tinge of jealousy.

Big sister… is so beautiful…

Unconsciously, these words floated through Aier’s mind.

“Little sister?”

The woman’s voice was very kind, like a spring breeze brushing across her face.

As Aier observed her, she was also observing Aier.

In her golden eyes, surprise flickered—she hadn’t expected to encounter such a lovable little cutie in a place like this.

Small, delicate, like a little person made of clouds—if you didn’t keep her locked up, she might just drift away without you noticing.

But the woman seemed very good at hiding her emotions, her possessiveness and longing buried deep.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her tone gentle: “Don’t be nervous. It was me who wasn’t paying attention just now. Did you get hurt?”

“No, no, you didn’t, are you alright?”

Aier didn’t dare relax, shaking her head timidly and continuing to apologize, afraid of offending the other party.

Seeing the little cutie so anxious about her, the woman couldn’t help but want to reach out and ruffle Aier’s fluffy, soft golden hair.

Her fingertips hovered in midair, trembling slightly, but in the end, she restrained herself and withdrew her hand.

The woman smiled, “You seem so anxious—are you here to buy medicine? Hurry in, the Workshop is about to close.”

Aier: “Eh? Ah… yes, yes!”

She was amazed that the other party didn’t pick a fight!

She was all too familiar with those snobby nobles in the Royal Capital—one misstep and they’d definitely retaliate.

She hadn’t expected to meet such a kind and considerate person. Was her luck finally turning around?

Aier wasn’t someone who could hide her feelings well. When she was happy, it showed right on her face, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower.

“Thank you, you’re such a good person~”

She didn’t know why this noble was being so nice to a commoner like her, but buying medicine was the most important thing right now. Aier got up, bowing repeatedly in thanks for her generosity, then dashed through the Workshop’s doors.

She didn’t know that her defenseless, sunlit smile just now made the woman’s eyes grow even deeper.

Aier ran into the Workshop, brushing past her.

The woman’s eyes followed the trail of golden, soft hair, and a strange, thrilling sensation exploded in her heart.

The gentle facade vanished, replaced by a fierce possessiveness.

“A good person… is it?”

It had been so long since anyone had called her that.

The woman licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, turned, and left the Workshop, the corner of her mouth curling into a truly her own arc, full of intense desire for control.

Anyone familiar with her would have felt a chill down their spine.

Heavens, even Xie Yier, one of the three giants of the Royal Capital, could smile!

After a few steps, Xie Yier couldn’t help but look back, glancing at the Workshop’s entrance.

She had thought she’d never see her again, but who would have thought that a casual incognito outing would lead her to her beloved.

Aier could never have imagined that the two of them had met once, three years ago.

Back then, the flourishing Weirley Count held a fourteenth birthday banquet for Aier.

To show the royal family’s goodwill and closeness, Empress Monica sent her to the banquet, and it was in that setting that the two met.

Even at that time, Aier had already shown extraordinary beauty, just as soft and irresistible as she was now.

Because the issue of royal succession didn’t concern her, and the Empire had its own traditions, Xie Yier had always liked girls.

After that banquet, the golden-haired, emerald-eyed, pure-as-snow Aier became the white moonlight she could never erase from her heart.

She had originally planned to propose to Aier when she turned eighteen, but within a year, the Weirley Family had faded into obscurity.

At that time, she was busy managing public order issues caused by refugees and couldn’t spare the time to help the Weirley Family. By the time she heard the news, the Countess had already sold all their property and left the Weirley County with her two daughters.

Though three years had passed, that irresistibly adorable face still allowed Xie Yier to recognize her at a glance.

Pulling herself out of her memories, Xie Yier smiled and immediately beckoned to the shadows at the edge of the street.

Very soon, a silver-haired woman in leather armor with a sword at her waist came over.

“Madam, do you have any orders?” The woman knelt on one knee, awaiting her mistress’s instructions.

“Send someone to follow that girl. Investigate her current family situation and all other information. I want your report ready for me when I wake up tomorrow morning.”

When facing her servants, Xie Yier returned to her usual cold and capable self.

Once she gave an order, her servants had to carry it out to the letter.

“Yes, Madam.”

After giving her instructions, Xie Yier lowered her eyes, absently rubbing the Medicinal Silver Chain on her wrist, as if she wanted to fasten the same silver chain around her little cutie’s hand.

“Since fate has let me meet you again, then this time, no matter what, I will keep you by my side!”