Chapter 63 A fawning, high-pitched voice slowly spoke: "However..."

The high-pitched voice slowly spoke: "However... this is the first time I've seen my master so clearly showing his anger."

That's absolutely true. What kind of person is His Highness?

A person with a broad mind and deep understanding is naturally better able to act without revealing their thoughts. Yesterday, the master was indeed a bit agitated.

Jiang Zhuoying: "..."

She fiddled with the crack in the door with her fingertips, originally planning to find an excuse to disappear, but now... she couldn't even leave the room.

"Jiang girl? Jiang girl, are you still there?"

"Um... I'm here." Her voice was muffled.

Chu Yixin couldn't help but twitch her lips and lowered her voice to offer her advice.

"This matter is easy to handle, just listen to my explanation..."

After hearing his words, Jiang Zhuoying was speechless. Eunuch Chu actually told her to pretend to faint so he could report to Qi Fan.

These were all tricks she had already used before; she never expected that Eunuch Chu would help her deceive his own master.

This was somewhat unexpected for her.

"Jiang girl? If you have a plan, then I'll go and report it to the master."

"Don't worry, I definitely have you in my heart!"

He had never seen his master so angry before. No matter what it was about, it meant he was really upset.

Jiang Zhuoying was still struggling with the question, mainly because she hadn't figured out how to explain the scars on her arm...

When the person arrives, but she can't come up with a suitable reason, the door will probably have to stay locked again.

"Oh my, what are you hesitating for? Jiang girl, you're just too naive. I used to live in the palace, and I know how cunning and manipulative the concubines are. You'll have to learn a lot from them in the future!"

Jiang Zhuoying: "..."

"Then I will..." She was interrupted halfway through her sentence by a panicked, shrill voice from outside.

"Your Highness? This servant is..."

Jiang Zhuoying's heart raced, and she wished she could squeeze through the crack in the door to get a better look.

But the crack in the door was just a slit, allowing her to vaguely see the two people outside. One of them was kneeling on the ground, and the other was wearing a dark blue robe.

...

Chu Yixin hunched over, wishing he could slap himself. With the master personally bringing breakfast, why would he need to come to the rescue?

What do you want her to learn?

The man had a cold and stern face, and his voice was slightly deep.

"Of course, I should learn how to please my brother, the Second Prince!"

A hoarse, girlish voice came from the crack in the door; her fever had just subsided, and her voice was still a little hoarse.

As soon as the sound came out, the two people outside the door looked over.

"Eunuch Chu was worried that His Highness was angry, which is why he came to give me some pointers."

"Oh?" the man asked calmly. "What did you instruct me on?"

Jiang Zhuoying: "..."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Why don't we go inside and discuss this further, Second Prince?"

The man glanced at Chu Yixin, who quickly stood up and pulled out her keys from her waist...

With a 'click', the door was opened from the outside.

Jiang Zhuoying immediately leaned closer: "Actually..."

Go back to your bed.

The man stared at her coldly, backlit and looking down at her with an imposing presence.

“That’s clearly your bed,” the girl retorted softly, her eyes lowered, before glancing at him timidly.

His dark eyes stared intently at her, his expression darkening further.

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you." Jiang Zhuoying immediately forced a fawning smile, "I'll do whatever the Second Prince says."

Jiang Zhuoying forced a smile, turned around and quickly walked towards the bedroom, wishing she could rush there as fast as she could.

She has a plan, but it's somewhat risky.

But now that things have come to this, we can only take it one step at a time.

She quickly settled into the tatami mat, and Chu Yixin, who followed her in, brought over a low table and placed it on the edge of the tatami mat, then set out breakfast on it.

Jiang Zhuoying glanced at the dishes and saw that they were all light and simple, as well as soft and warm white porridge.

Having done all this, Chu Yixin consciously withdrew, and soon only the two of them remained in the bedroom.

The man sat on the stool opposite her, his face expressionless, but she could clearly sense that he was not very happy.

The silence made her a little uneasy. She tried to hold back but couldn't, and the girl took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Would you like some porridge, Second Prince? Shall I serve it for you?"

She smiled ingratiatingly as she fetched a clean porcelain bowl, intending to serve the porridge to the person.

She ladled out a small half-bowl of porridge and then carefully pushed the bowl towards the man.

Jiang Zhuoying bit her lip: "I admit it, the whip marks on my arms are actually fake..."

The girl spoke softly, her head drooping, her two fingers fidgeting pitifully.

Despite her appearance, the man's expression did not improve at all.

Jiang Zhuoying hardened her heart: "Actually... I'm not as obedient and harmless as you think."

The girl looked up and glanced at the other person again. The latter closed his eyes slightly, indicating that she should continue.

Jiang Zhuoying exhaled, her shoulders slumping.

"This servant... used rouge to fake it, hoping to make Your Highness feel pity for me, and then..."

"And then?" His voice was slightly deep.

"Then take in the servants."

Why?

Jiang Zhuoying pursed her lips. Couldn't she understand? Did she, a young lady, have to say it out loud?

But she could only bite the bullet and say, "Because Miss Jiang treated me badly, I was kicked out of the mansion, so I thought of climbing the social ladder."

Qi Fan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant: "Your fiancé?"

Fortunately, Jiang Zhuoying was prepared for this. She said somewhat embarrassedly, "Actually, I already knew about their relationship."

I'm so sorry to her lucky star and her innocent friend...

With just a slight glance up, you'll meet the other person's scrutinizing gaze.

Jiang Zhuoying lowered her head and confessed nervously, "Actually, they were a couple. I was never engaged. That was just an excuse I gave to Guard Xie..."

"As for what Eunuch Chu said about running into us in Luoyang, it was just a coincidence. I was just helping him choose a hairpin to give to the person he admires."

...

She slowly recounted the situation in a roundabout way, then glanced at the other person's cold and sharp expression.

The young girl whispered her suggestion: "This servant is cunning and audacious enough to deceive Your Highness. Even if Your Highness banishes this servant from the manor, this servant will have no complaints."

Expelling her from the manor was exactly what she wanted, since they would never have any contact again.

After she finished speaking, she boldly looked directly at the other person, awaiting the verdict.

As she watched the other person hand the porridge back to her, she sneered, "After doing so much, are you really willing to leave like this?"

Jiang Zhuoying: "..."

She really wanted to just nod and say she was willing to give it up, but that wouldn't fit her new persona.

So the girl slowly shook her head and sobbed softly, "Although I am reluctant, since I have done something wrong, it is better to pull back from the brink."

"What a clever move to pull back from the brink." The sinister voice sent a chill down Jiang Zhuoying's spine.

She subconsciously looked up and saw Qi Fan's eyes were icy, his thick eyebrows were lowered, and his face was full of anger.

At this critical moment, she suddenly recalled what Eunuch Chu had said earlier.

He said it was the first time he had ever seen the Second Prince so openly display his anger.

Looking at it this way, it was indeed true. She had been by the Second Prince's side for so long, and she had never seen him so angry.

She's really talented...

"Do you think you can just walk away after turning my house upside down?"

The girl shook her head repeatedly: "No, that's not it."

Suddenly, a loud "bang" rang out, and Jiang Zhuoying flinched, glancing out of the corner of her eye as the man slammed his hand on the table.

She frowned instinctively; just looking at it made her wince in pain.

"Ugh..." Her chin was pinched.

"Do you still think you can easily get what you want with your shallow methods?"

The man looked down at the girl who was forced to look up.

Her peach blossom eyes were reddish at the corners, and her eyes were filled with glistening tears, revealing her fear and confusion.

Yes, Jiang Zhuoying was both surprised and suspicious.

Was he simply furious after being deceived by a maid, or did he genuinely have some feelings for her?

Her gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on the hand that had almost slammed the table in two.

"Your Highness...does your hand hurt?"

The two fingers gripping her chin tightened their hold, and Jiang Zhuoying winced in pain: "It hurts..."

“I was wrong from the start… I shouldn’t have tried to curry favor with Your Highness.”

Suddenly, tears streamed down the girl's face, her voice filled with sorrow: "I come from a bad family and am so beautiful. If I didn't have some cunning, I would have been devoured long ago, leaving not even bones behind."

The grip on her chin loosened slightly, and Jiang Zhuoying immediately knew that she had made the right move.

She lowered her eyes and began to increase the dosage: "With Your Highness's abilities, you must have already found out my identity. In a mansion like the Duke's, it would be very difficult for me to make a living under Miss Jiang's care..."

"This servant only wants to protect himself. Besides... this servant thinks Your Highness is very good, unlike those other spoiled young masters."

She was crying as she recounted her story when she suddenly changed the subject and glanced furtively at the man who had been staring down at her.

Although he still had that cold face, the lines of his face were no longer as taut as before.

Jiang Zhuoying pressed on, flattering him further: "Other young masters from noble families are either ignorant and incompetent, or they abuse their family's power to commit evil deeds, and many of them even keep countless concubines in their homes..."

"Unlike His Highness, who, despite being a prince, practices martial arts and studies every day, and doesn't even have a maidservant by his side..."

The man still had a stern face, but Jiang Zhuoying had already noticed the anger in his eyes gradually diminishing.

She timidly made her request: "Why don't you sit down first, Your Highness? It's rather frightening to see you standing like this."

Before he could finish speaking, the man retorted coldly, "Do you think I can scare you?"

Jiang Zhuoying clutched her chest and said weakly, "Of course, this servant is very timid."

The grip on her chin loosened completely, and she saw the man straighten up, standing with his hands behind his back.

She leaned forward and glanced at the hand behind her back, her eyes filled with tears as she tentatively asked, "How about I apply medicine to Your Highness's palm?"

The solid slap she just received had left her terrified; she might even have broken her skin.

The man stared at her for a long time, then suddenly spoke in a cold voice: "Is this another one of your schemes?"

Jiang Zhuoying choked up. She was genuinely worried about him, but she couldn't bring herself to say those two words at this moment.

Her meager sincerity, when combined with her lies, is barely visible.

The girl got off the bed and knelt down in the room, her head bowed, just like when they first met in the osmanthus grove.

“Your Highness, I have indeed deceived you about many things, and I have no face to face you and Eunuch Chu. I am willing to leave your protection and never step into your sight again.”