Chapter 12: A Beautiful Girl in a Golden House

Ling Zhuo'an had already heard from Mu Xianzhi about what happened in Hongwenguan today, but hearing these words from Ling Qingyan still added a lot of fun: "I heard about it. Seventh Prince, I have to thank the imperial sister for reminding me."

"You're welcome. My royal brother is the one I admire the most. I will never allow anyone to do anything bad to him!" Ling Qingyan said righteously.

"But my brother, the Seventh Brother, and the others are very fierce, and they have never liked me. Of course, I don't like them much either. I'm afraid they will retaliate against me."

Ling Qingyan moved closer to him step by step, finally reaching a relatively safe distance, and blinked at her.

Ling Zhuoan watched her movements with his eyes squinting, wondering what request she was going to make of him next.

"So, my royal brother, can you give me a guard with strong martial arts skills, like Han Qi? That way, if someone bullies me, I won't be afraid. Even if I can't beat him, my royal brother can get the news in time to save me."

After offending someone, he still knows how to protect himself.

Ling Zhuo'an started teasing him, "Actually, living in the East Palace is the safest."

"The guards of the Eastern Palace are all carefully selected. Wouldn't it be safer for the imperial sister to live in the Eastern Palace?" Ling Zhuoan looked down at him with a dangerous aggression in his eyes.

Ling Qingyan subconsciously took a step back, "That...that's not necessary. After all, the Eastern Palace is where my royal brother lives. How can I live in my royal brother's residence?"

"Why not?" Ling Zhuo'an exhaled, "Others can't, but my sister can. After all, my father specifically told me to take good care of her."

"No." Ling Qingyan knew that the prince was just joking with her, "Yaohua Palace is still quite good."

Ling Zhuo'an glanced up at Pei Wuyou and asked, "Is it so that the emperor's sister can keep her as a beautiful girl?"

Ling Qingyan's eyes widened: "What are you talking about!"

"Brother, you misunderstood!"

Why is she hiding her beauty? Although Xiao Pei's appearance is very much in line with her aesthetic standards, she doesn't dare to have any thoughts about the male protagonist of Po Wen!

Then, then, then, then, how could she bear it?

She is a single mother, so she can't have such an exciting first relationship!

We are just a pure healing relationship.

Same with you.

Ling Zhuoan smiled, looking unconvinced.

"I don't mean anything else. I just want to remind my little sister that Ji Yanxing is not a tolerant and generous person. My little sister, please take care of yourself."

"I'll let Han Qi continue to follow you later."

The emperor's brother Ling Zhuoan is very particular.

But he really misunderstood.

But it doesn't matter.

The courtyard where Pei Wuyou lived was very remote.

There are no precious or rare flowers or plants in the yard, only a few scattered wild chrysanthemums and a tall ancient pine tree.

The interior of the house was even more simple. There was half a steamed bun in a bowl on the table, and there was also half a steamed bun in the dog's porcelain bowl hidden under the table.

Ling Qingyan's body was a little tense and she felt a little helpless.

She didn't know what to say.

The young man's ears turned red, "Your Highness, please forgive me for making fun of you."

Ling Qingyan's heart was gripped.

How could he not care? After all, he was a prince, respected and honored by everyone.

Ling Qingyan stretched out her slightly trembling hand.

Caress his back.

"If you have any needs in the future, please tell me."

"I told Father that I made up an excuse to let you be my guard because I was afraid he wouldn't agree. You can treat me like a sister and share everything you want and think with me in the future, okay?"

"Don't be ashamed, it's not your fault."

"You are amazing, I admire you. If I were in your position, I wouldn't be as amazing as you."

"You have no relatives in Ling Country, so treat me as your relative."

Family is the best way to heal wounds.

Ling Qingyan is willing to offer her true heart.

Pei Wuyou's fox eyes were filled with emotions that Ling Qingyan couldn't understand. He paused, raised the corners of his mouth, and spoke in a seductive voice.

"Okay, sister."

"You are my only relative."

Pei Wuyou didn't understand why the princess was so nice to him?

Or is she so nice to everyone?

Pretending to be stupid or really stupid?

If she was pretending, why couldn't even he see through her disguise?

Her eyes were so bright, as if they contained the brightest stars in the world.

Or perhaps it was God's will when he was sixteen years old.

A gift for him.

This gift was definitely what he wanted.

This caused every bit of blood in his body to boil, his expression was almost out of control, and he was excited from the inside out.

Ling Qingyan placed him in a side hall, which had everything he needed.

The bedding was the softest and warmest, there was plenty of candlelight, and the food was the same as what she ate.

They were both in the growing stage, so she had to feed him back.

She also specifically asked someone to make many pieces of clothes for Pei Wuyou, which can be said to be her full fulfillment of her responsibilities as the tenth sister.

"This, that, and that beautiful flower arrangement, send them all to Master Pei."

"Pei Wuyou, if you need anything, just tell me and I'll make it for you—why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

As soon as Ling Qingyan pushed the door open, she saw a man with a very good figure, fair skin, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. However, the fair and delicate upper body had many bruises and scars, which was shocking to see.

Ling Qingyan reacted and immediately turned around, covering her eyes and muffledly said, "You... put on your clothes quickly!"

This is happening in broad daylight and is immoral!

In the area she couldn't see, the boy behind her didn't listen to her and put on his clothes. His eyes were full of danger and amusement. His gaze was glued to the girl's straight back, and his smile was a bit devilish. He didn't look like a pitiful proton at all.

But the tone in his mouth was particularly pitiful, "Sister, it hurts."

"I was injured and wanted to apply medicine, but the wound on my back was invisible and out of reach."

"Sister, can you help me apply the medicine?"

"Or maybe my sister dislikes my scars. Are they ugly and scare her?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The young man felt very aggrieved and his words were full of helplessness.

"It's not ugly, you have a beautiful body. You don't have to apologize."

She had to make Pei Wuyou learn to trust and rely on her, and she couldn't force him back into his shell just when he showed a little bit of light to bask in the sun.

"I just felt a little shy when I suddenly saw you naked. I don't dislike you. I'll find someone to apply medicine for you." Ling Qingyan was about to lift her foot.

He was grabbed by the person behind him.

"I don't trust people."

"I don't want to show my body to others, sister. I only want you to see it. Didn't you say you are my family? Are you lying to me, sister?"

"Of course not!" Ling Qingyan refuted very quickly.

It's just some medicine and a checkup, it's nothing serious.

Sincerity is the secret weapon.

Before asking others to give their true heart to you, you must first give your true heart to them, especially to a young man who is extremely sensitive and lacks love.

He is her brother. It’s just applying medicine to her brother. It’s nothing!

Ling Qingyan turned around, trying to appear as natural as possible: "Give me the medicine."

Pei Wuyou handed the medicine to her.

The girl's palms felt a little hot, and the expression on her face was not as natural as she pretended. She thought she was pretending well, but in fact, it was full of flaws.

The two of them sat on the bed, and Ling Qingyan carefully applied medicine to him.

The two were so close that the fragrance from Ling Qingyan's body entered his nostrils.

"Sister, why are your hands so gentle? They're like a kitten's scratching. They make me so itchy."

"Sister, why are your fingers so soft? They make me feel so comfortable."

"Sister, I'm so happy."