Chapter 10 You will serve me in bathing!

Xiao Nanyue said something lightly, turned around and left, leaving Xiyan alone and disheveled in the room.

It turns out that it was not a dream, everything was real.

Recalling the vague fragments of last night, she was certain that it was Xiao Nanyan who rescued her from the lotus pond and breathed into her.

He even undressed her and took her to the bath...

Then, didn't she get kissed by him and seen naked by him?

Xiyan felt so ashamed that she clutched the quilt tightly with both hands and wrapped herself tightly, as if this could cover up the unspeakable embarrassment.

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The next evening, it was Xiyan's turn to stand in the palace. She composed herself and came to Xiao Nanyue's bedroom again.

As you step into the hall, the warm yellow candlelight sways gently, illuminating the entire inner hall with a soft and quiet atmosphere.

Xiao Nanyue was hunched over his desk, studying military books and strategies. His sword-like brows were sometimes slightly furrowed, sometimes relaxed, and sometimes he put down the military book in his hand, picked up the pen on the inkstone, and wrote quickly on the blank paper.

Xiyan stood quietly beside him, with her head lowered, holding her breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of attracting his attention.

The hall was extremely quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching against the paper and the occasional subtle popping of candle flames. Everything was silent, and Xiyan could even clearly hear her own heartbeat.

She was a little confused and had been accustomed to Xiao Nanyan's coldness for many years. Apart from the upper and lower factions, the relationship between them was pure and distant. But in the past few days, everything had quietly changed.

She didn't like this feeling at all, she felt embarrassed and terrified.

She was embarrassed by the intimate contact between them that went beyond the relationship between master and servant, and was terrified by the sudden change. It broke the peaceful life she had been accustomed to for a long time and made this night in the palace extremely long.

She didn't even know how to face Xiao Nanyue in the future. Every time their eyes met, she subconsciously wanted to dodge.

To be fair, she didn't want to have any interaction with him.

She was clear about her status: he was the master and she was the slave, and she had never even had any improper thoughts.

Besides, he had a distinguished family background, and she had never thought of becoming anyone's concubine...

"Come here and grind ink for this king!"

A clear voice suddenly came, breaking the silence in the room.

Xiyan lowered her head and slowly walked to the table. She bent her knees slightly, with a respectful attitude, stretched out her slender white hands, and gently picked up the ink stick beside her.

She took the ink stick in her hand, and felt a slightly cool touch from the palm of her hand. She placed the ink stick on the inkstone and began to grind it slowly.

Her movements were gentle and skillful. The ink stick rotated at a constant speed on the inkstone, and the fragrance of ink gradually spread in the air.

Xiyan deliberately kept a distance from Xiao Nanyue, her eyes always focused on the movements in her hands.

Her body leaned forward slightly, her long black hair hung down to her shoulders like a silver waterfall; her dark eyebrows were slightly furrowed, like a distant mountain shrouded in mist; her jade-like face was lowered, like a delicate flower reflected in the water.

The beauty was grinding ink, just like a beautiful painting. The pen in Xiao Nanyue's hand paused slightly.

His originally focused thoughts were disturbed by the faint fragrance in the air. Strands of sweetness flowed into his nose and spread throughout his olfactory world.

A drop of ink suddenly broke away from the tip of the pen and dripped onto the page with a "plop".

The drop of ink spread quickly, soaking a piece of text and disrupting Xiao Nanyue's wandering thoughts.

He felt inexplicably angry in his heart, and he closed the military book with a snap, and ordered in a cold voice:

"Give the order, the king wants to take a bath!"

Xiyan didn't understand. He was reading the book happily, so why did he suddenly lose interest?

She bent her knees slightly:

"Yes, I will arrange it!"

Soon, several maids brought in a bathtub, and steaming hot vapor instantly filled the hall.

"Your Highness, the bathtub is ready. I will be waiting outside the palace."

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Xiao Nanyan:

"Today, you will help me bathe!"

Xiyan was slightly stunned when she heard this.

Although she was nominally a maid, she had been in the palace for many years and everyone knew that her main responsibility was to secretly protect the safety of the Regent, rather than serving tea and water or taking care of his daily life.

Usually, Xiao Nanyan would be served by other maids in the mansion when he took a bath. Why did he choose her today?

However, the prince's order was the golden rule and could not be questioned. She could only stop and whispered:

"yes!"

Soon, the other four maids retreated tactfully.

Inside the room, there were only her and Xiao Nanyan. The steaming heat made the whole room hazy and ambiguous.

Xiao Nanyan stood up, slowly walked to the bathtub, and glanced at her lightly:

"What are you still standing there for? Come here and undress me!"

Xiyan's cheeks instantly felt hot as if on fire. She hesitated as she stepped forward, lowered her eyes, and reached for his belt with trembling hands.

Every movement was slow and difficult, as if the belt was the heaviest shackle in the world.

After finally untying the belt, the outer robe slipped off, revealing the inner garment. Xiyan's heartbeat became more rapid and her breathing became disordered.

"What are you dawdling for?"

Xiao Nanyue seemed a little impatient, with a hint of urging in his voice.

Xiyan bit her lower lip, averted her eyes, and unbuttoned her shirt with trembling hands.

As her clothes fell off, her fingers accidentally brushed against Xiao Nanyue's warm skin. It was like touching hot charcoal, and she quickly retracted her fingers as if she had been electrocuted. The blush on her face became more intense, almost spreading to her ears. How could she dare to look at his naked body?

Xiao Nanyan just stood there quietly, looking at her embarrassed look, his face was indifferent, and he snorted coldly:

"It seems that Shura Xuesha is still better at killing people with a sword. He needs more practice at undressing!"

After he finished speaking, he was already sitting steadily in the bathtub.