Chapter 7: Can't the big devil be understanding?

Wang Zhiyan returned to the side yard angrily, and swept the things on the table to the ground roughly like a gust of wind. Her distorted face was full of resentment, and she shouted with gnashing teeth:

"I heard her name is Zhu Wenqin, right? Even her name is so seductive, she must be a shameless, despicable person!"

Mei Xue was terrified when she saw this, and hurriedly said:

"Miss, the prince usually doesn't let anyone into the main courtyard. He must have a different opinion of you if he allowed you in today."

After hearing this, Wang Zhiyan's anger burned even more fiercely. She suddenly raised her hand and slapped Mei Xue hard, causing her to stagger.

Scolding, "Are you stupid? He usually doesn't let me in, but today he let me in. He just wants to tell me that the guard is not liked by him. He is afraid that I will target him, so he is protecting him."

Mei Xue was frightened and turned pale. She quickly knelt down and said tremblingly:

"The slave deserves death. Miss, you are very smart. Please calm down."

Wang Zhijiang snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and said arrogantly:

"Calm down? Humph, I have His Majesty's support behind me, so why would I be afraid of a little guard like him?"

——

Three days later, Zhu Wenqin officially started his job.

He got up early and put on the prepared guard uniform. Although his body was still in pain, he could only grit his teeth and limp out of the ear room.

"My Lord, it's time to get up."

Zhu Wenqin tried to guess the tone of voice servants would use when they woke up their masters.

Jing Siye didn't have anyone teach him before because he was originally a young master and someone would wake him up on weekdays.

What Zhu Wenqin was embarrassed to say was that he just slept until he woke up naturally every day in Zhujiazhuang.

Jing Siye woke up when he heard movement in the ear room. This was the result of his keen sense that he had developed through daily training.

Hearing the call, Jing Siye stood up and saw the young man wearing a moon-white suit and a moon-white headband. The ends of his hair hung naturally, with a few strands of hair playfully draped around his white neck. He looked smart and heroic.

There was a barely perceptible hint of surprise in Jing Siye's eyes.

He secretly wondered: What kind of storm would this young man who suddenly broke into his life bring about in his eventful yet slightly boring life?

Zhu Wenqin's tone was right, but she was a little at a loss as to what to do next.

[Now that the prince has gotten up, does that mean I have nothing to do?] 】

[Your Highness is a martial arts expert with a sturdy physique. He should not need servants to help him with dressing, right? 】

When Zhu Wenqin was about to lift his legs, Jing Siye stopped him and said, "Guard Zhu, help me put on my boots?"

Zhu Wenqin: "Ah? Okay, Your Majesty, I will put it on for you right away."

Zhu Wenqin limped to the bedside, knelt down with difficulty, and finally put on Jing Siye's boots. When she stood up, her bones ached and she had no strength, so she had to hold on to the edge of the bed with both hands to get up.

Jing Siye saw Zhu Wenqin struggling and subconsciously reached out his hand.

However, just when his fingers were about to touch Zhu Wenqin, he seemed to come to his senses suddenly, and he suddenly retracted his arm, quickly putting the outstretched hand back to his side, and his face returned to its calm expression.

After Zhu Wenqin stood up, Jing Siye looked at the robe hanging on the screen again and motioned him to help him put it on.

Zhu Wenqin is a bit overwhelmed.

[It’s so troublesome,]

[Can’t the big devil be a little more understanding? 】

I can't even walk steadily. 】

Zhu Wenqin complained as she took off her robe and walked to Jing Siye.

Jing Siye is a big and sturdy man, a head taller than Zhu Wenqin. After putting on his inner garment and outer robe, he didn't know how many times he had circled around Jing Siye. He was already exhausted and out of breath, with flushed cheeks and sweat dripping down his face.

Finally, only the belt was left. Zhu Wenqin took off Jing Siye's heavy jade belt with python pattern and walked towards him step by step.

Jing Siye had his arms open, looking at Zhu Wenqin with interest.

Zhu Wenqin then realized a problem: the belt cannot be tied in circles!

[Does this require hugging this man to fasten it? 】

Jing Siye raised his eyebrows.

Zhu Wenqin: [Forget it, let’s just sacrifice it.]

Zhu Wenqin had to press her thin body tightly against Jing Siye's chest to hug him.

When she got close to Jing Siye, the strong masculine scent emanating from him made Zhu Wenqin feel a little flustered.

When her trembling hands reached behind Jing Siye's waist, she lost her balance and stumbled forward into his arms.

Zhu Wenqin was so frightened that she quickly looked up at Jing Siye, and met his deep and bottomless eyes. Their breaths met instantly.

Zhu Wenqin looked at Jing Siye's handsome face, her heartbeat slowed down for a moment, and she quickly jumped away when he reacted.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I didn't mean to offend you."

Zhu Wenqin quickly lowered her head and apologized, the blush on her cheeks spreading all the way behind her ears.

Jing Siye just came back to his senses.

Zhu Wenqin's pink little mouth was so close to him, and he was also distracted.

"It's okay. I'm going to court after breakfast. You should take good care of yourself."

Zhu Wenqin: "Okay, Your Majesty, I'll go serve breakfast right away." After saying that, she turned around and walked out.

Jing Siye immediately stopped him and said, "Guard Zhu, Qi Feng will bring it. If you come back limping, it will be too late for me."

Zhu Wenqin curled her lips: "Oh~"

[It’s all your fault.] 】

Jing Siye: ...

"Don't run around while I'm away. Go down."

Zhu Wenqin nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will take my leave."

——

In the palace, after the court was dismissed, Jing Siye was kept by the emperor.

In the imperial study, Emperor Decheng had his back to the door, and Jing Siye was kneeling on the ground respectfully.

After a while, Emperor Decheng turned around and spoke slowly: "My son, I heard that you recently hired a personal guard. Is there anything special about him?"

Jing Siye was shocked, but his face remained calm: "Father, he is just an ordinary boy, nothing surprising."

Emperor Decheng turned around, his eyes sharp, and said, "I am just asking casually. I have something important for you to do right now.

Jing Siye cupped his hands and said, "Father, please let me know."

"One month later, I want you to personally supervise the execution of Li Xiao. There must be no mistakes."

Upon hearing this, a cold light suddenly flashed in Jing Siye's eyes. He pursed his lips tightly, the lines of his face were as cold and hard as if they were carved by a knife, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged. He wished he could ask the emperor in front of him for an explanation immediately.

But reason told him that acting impulsively at this moment would only bring worse consequences. He suppressed his inner anger and grief, took a deep breath, and bowed his head respectfully:

"Your Majesty is wise, and I will act according to your will."