If I had his abilities, I'd probably stay in the Empress's palace all day and never come out.

Inside the room, Bi Linglong's eyes finally regained some of their usual clarity: "The Empress is looking for you, aren't you going?"

Zu An walked over and said, "Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't stop me from accompanying the Crown Princess."

A hint of shyness and coquettishness flashed in Bi Linglong's eyes: "Eleventh Lord, what is your purpose in breaking into my palace at night?"

Zuan was both surprised and delighted. He never expected that Bi Linglong, who was usually quite serious and rigid, would become so quickly immersed in role-playing games without any instruction.

He naturally wouldn't spoil the mood, and fully embraced his role as the Eleventh Gold Medalist: "Greetings, Your Highness. I heard that there was an assassination attempt at the Eastern Palace, and I have come to Your Highness's aid."

Bi Linglong pursed her red lips: "A despicable assassin did come to the palace just now and stabbed people hundreds of times from head to toe."

Zuan: "..."

For a moment he almost lost his composure. If this woman had acted in a movie in her past life, she would have been the best actress, right?

"I don't know where the assassin stabbed the Crown Princess. I am skilled in traditional Chinese medicine and can help the Crown Princess take a look."

"The place where the assassin stabbed me may not be convenient for you to see, Eleventh Lord, but I can roughly describe my symptoms. Right now, I feel weak and powerless all over, but my body is a little hot, and there are some symptoms that are difficult to talk about. Since you are well-versed in traditional Chinese medicine, Eleventh Lord, why don't you take my pulse?"

Bi Linglong also felt a little ashamed, but she also felt a lot of novelty and excitement. She had clearly felt that she and Zu Ansheng had drifted apart a lot during this period, and felt that they could not continue like this. They needed to communicate well and resolve the misunderstanding.

What could be a better way to strengthen a relationship than intimacy between lovers?

So she was fully engaged from beginning to end. I don't know if it was because of her initial fondness for Gold Medal Eleven that left some kind of subconscious suggestion, but she just started this game very naturally.

"Men and women should not touch each other. The Crown Princess is of noble status, and I dare not offend her."

Bi Linglong glared at him, feeling a bit annoyed, but dared not offend him. She wondered how badly he had offended her just now.

She took a deep breath: "It's alright. Now that the Crown Prince is not here, and I can't find any of my maids, I can only ask the Eleventh Lord for help for now."

“This humble servant has a special method for relaxing muscles and tendons, which I can use to treat the Crown Princess first,” Zu An replied.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Eleventh Prince. Please come over here." Bi Linglong waved to him, and in that instant, she seemed to transform back into the beautiful and dignified Crown Princess she always was.

"Princess Consort, why don't you lie down first? This treatment method requires activating the acupoints on your shoulders and back first."

Bi Linglong lightly bit her red lips, looking at the masked Gold Medal Eleven in front of her, and found her heart beating a little fast: "Will it hurt?"

"It might be a little bad at first, but it will get better soon."

"Alright then, Eleventh Lord, you must not be disrespectful to me."

"This humble servant would not dare to offend the Crown Princess."

...

After a while, a slightly panicked voice rang out: "Stop, Eleventh Lord...where are you going?"

"Your Highness need not worry, this is a necessary step in that special treatment method."

Is that really the case?

"Really, I never lie."

"Then, Eleventh Master, please continue."

...

After a while, a shy voice rang out: "Eleventh Master, does the treatment really require me to assume such a strange posture?"

"Your Highness, you have internal heat attacking your heart; you need a fever-reducing injection."

"How come I've never heard the Imperial Hospital mention this needle before?"

"Those quacks in the Imperial Hospital are no match for me. Your Highness, lower your waist a little more, yes, just like that, hold on. Your Highness, your flexibility is truly amazing."

"You flatter me, Eleventh Master," followed by a panicked voice, seemingly accompanied by exaggerated struggling, "What are you doing? Get out of here! I don't want treatment anymore, I don't want treatment anymore, okay?"

"Now it's not up to the Crown Princess anymore. You don't want the Crown Prince to find out about this, do you?"

"Waaah, I understand."

...

After an unknown amount of time, the game the two played finally ended. Zuan returned to his original attire, while Bi Linglong huddled in his arms, too embarrassed to look up. In the end, she couldn't help but utter two words: "Pervert!"

Zuan chuckled: "You seemed to be more invested and focused in your performance than I was."

"Don't say it!" Bi Linglong hurriedly pressed her hand to his lips, feeling extremely embarrassed and annoyed. "You should leave now. You've been in my room for too long. It would be troublesome if the people from Kunning Palace became suspicious."

Zuan knew she was young and embarrassed about what had just happened now that she was fully awake, so he didn't provoke her further and gently touched her lips: "You should rest well."

Then he laughed and went out.

Bi Linglong buried herself completely in the blankets: "This is so embarrassing!"

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. She poked her head out and looked at Rong Mo, who had just entered, with icy eyes: "What are you doing here?"

Rong Mo sighed with a complicated expression: "Miss, it's really too dangerous for you to be with Lord Zu like this."