"How can it not be hot? Take off your coat. There’s no need to be so formal." Zheng Tianxin personally went to help him take off his coat, but San Shi imdiately stepped forward and did it for his master.
It was a true removal, and the Eldest Princess truly cared only about whether it was hot or not. Once the coat was off, she then pulled her Prince Consort to sit at the table.
"Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see ? Why have you co again?" Zheng Tianxin playfully started, pouring wine for the man.
The first ti He Jin encountered this situation, he was very touched, but as it happened more often, and she could do the sa for anyone, even a beggar picked up from the street or a servant from the mansion’s kitchen, as long as she took a liking to them, she would pour out her heart and soul.
If she lost interest, what remained was a fate worse than death.
Having seen it so often, He Jin often wondered when his day would co, perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps the very next mont.
San Shi had seen it too often as well; after so many occurrences, he felt that the Princess was sick.
Indeed sick, they had never seen such absurd behavior.
"Did the Princess suffer any grievances today?" He Jin bowed his head, trying not to look at that face which was extrely easy to bewitch, as deep as the sea yet could overturn in an instant.
"Yes, I suffered a great grievance. Please comfort ," Zheng Tianxin moved from her main seat to sit beside the man, her voluptuous and fair body without an ounce of excess fat, a luxury only the Imperial Palace could afford, every inch of her skin shimring with nobility and youthful beauty.
"Alright, Princess, please sit back and tell what exactly happened today?" He Jin smiled faintly, a smile that barely reached his lips, almost unwilling to conceal his perfunctoriness.
"I’ll just say it like this." Zheng Tianxin didn’t move, her chin rubbing against the man’s silky sleeved arms, feeling the firmness of his arm.
He Jin was silent. Did he have the right to refuse?
"So fool seized Qu Xiang." When Zheng Tianxin spoke, her tone was as light as if an inconsequential toy had been snatched away.
San Shi and San Sheng were slightly startled, knowing Qu Xiang’s treatnt in the Princess Mansion a few days ago was almost like a beloved concubine, a treasure held in the palm of the Eldest Princess’s hand.
San Sheng glanced at Yan Xia.
Yan Xia looked away; she had already thrown Qu Xiang out, having discarded her over half a month ago. Encountering her again made Yan Xia feel it was a cursed fate.
"If the Princess wants to take her back, she naturally can," He Jin said, his heart already devoid of any fluctuations, reaching for chopsticks. He truly hadn’t had his evening al, only so wine, and his stomach was currently hungry.
Zheng Tianxin smiled and wrapped her hand around the man’s waist, her hand mischievously sliding under his robe, giggling foolishly with starry, slightly intoxicated eyes.
"I threw Qu Xiang out half a month ago, breaking three of her ribs. Unexpectedly, she had a strong will to live and was saved by soone. Tell , shouldn’t her fate be sealed, and yet she has encountered again? How can I let others snatch what’s mine."
He Jin’s back tensed, that hand inside his robe like an intruding fly, making an unexpected slide over his sensitive spots. The man instantly felt blood rushing to his head, his entire scalp beginning to tingle.
"I think, even if it’s sothing I don’t want, others are not worthy of having it. So, I sliced Qu Xiang’s face with one strike. Now, I fear no one will want her," Zheng Tianxin spoke as if relating a highly amusing matter, San Shi and San Sheng clenching the hands beneath their sleeves.
Though such events were a frequent occurrence, hearing them each ti felt as if it could happen to their master next. It was hair-raising, leaving one in despair and helplessness.
He Jin wore a calm expression, picked up his chopsticks, and grabbed a piece of duck at, just about to put it in his mouth when Zheng Tianxin beat him to it, snatching the duck at right from his chopsticks. He Jin didn’t mind and simply grabbed another piece, finally managing to eat it as if nothing had happened.
Zheng Tianxin, dissatisfied, intentionally increased the force in her grip, hearing a muffled grunt from the man, finally grasped her hand, and then smiled contentedly.
"Stop it—" He Jin’s eyes slightly deepened, his voice hoarse. He had been drinking, and his self-control was already reduced by seventy to eighty percent. Even if he had Concentration Power, after going through so many things, he could no longer ensure that he could cope with this kind of situation.
So what if it was the Princess Mansion where secret dicines were never in short supply, and he never had the power to choose whether or not to take them?
Zheng Tianxin, taking advantage, rolled into the man’s arms, extended her arms to pull at the man’s neck while He Jin imdiately tilted his head back to pour the drink into his mouth, and when he looked down again, the crisp fragrance of the alcohol mixed with the man’s fresh breath entered Zheng Tianxin’s mouth.
San Shi, San Shi bowed their heads and stepped slightly to the side.
...
When Lan Xing hurried back, he saw the doors to the Princess Hall tightly shut and paced anxiously outside.
Jin Luo quietly approached.
"Guardian Lan, you should go back today; the princess won’t see you today," Jin Luo glanced into the hall. By that ti, the lights had gradually dimd, and the princess and the Prince Consort were probably already in bed.
Lan Xing looked anxious; he had just received news that the princess absolutely needed to know. If sothing went wrong, who would take the responsibility?
Jin Luo decisively stepped back, not wanting to make a choice. If the princess said no entry, then no entry it was.
Seeing this, Lan Xing waited another mont, then instructed Jin Luo to send him a ssage as soon as the princess woke up the next day, and only then did he leave, still uneasy.
Jin Luo didn’t take it seriously. What good could Lan Xing do, bringing that Qu Xiang back again? She didn’t want that. She wished the princess and Prince Consort could live harmoniously forever, and it would be best if the princess never left the Princess Mansion again, just staying by the Prince Consort’s side, so she wouldn’t see the wild flowers and weeds outside.
Yes, as long as the princess didn’t go out...
"Prince Consort—" Jin Luo was taken aback, imdiately knelt down gratefully, feeling a bit apologetic and guilty.
The man who ca out was dressed in a pale gold robe; seeing this, Jin Luo imdiately went to fetch a coat, but He Jin raised his hand to indicate that it wasn’t needed and began walking outside.
San Shi, San Shi imdiately followed, carrying a lantern in their hands; the outer cover couldn’t be taken out, so they had to leave it.
"Your princess is asleep, take good care of her, and send a bowl of soup tomorrow," He Jin finished instructing and then walked outside the hall dressed only in his robe.
Jin Luo wanted to keep him, but even in the depths of sumr, wearing just a robe wouldn’t be cold or freezing at night, offering no reason to ask him to stay. Moreover, during the cold winter months, the Prince Consort had also returned in just a robe before.
Yan Xia leaned against the bedstead’s step nodding off, nobody in the room realized, apart from the sound of the flickering candle, that two more people were present.
Zheng Nianru looked at the splendid architecture of the hall, which was grander even than the Imperial Palace, glanced at Yin He beside her.
Are you sure they are on the bed? Can what they intend to do succeed?
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