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Once inside the room, Bai Qiuru realized that he had simply brought her in like that.

He left that Qingque girl standing there, completely ignored.

"Your Highness, there's someone outside... Have you forgotten something?"

“It’s alright,” Yuan Qi said calmly as he poured tea. “Tingming will arrange accommodations for her.”

Seeing her standing there blankly, Yuan Qi smiled meaningfully: "I just said yesterday that you are the one I love, so this kind of behavior is perfectly normal, isn't it?"

Bai Qiuru then realized what was happening and was both amused and exasperated: "Your Highness is determined to use me as a shield to the very end."

“So this cup of tea is an apology,” he said, pushing the cup towards me earnestly. “But don’t worry, I will definitely protect you and won’t let you get hurt in the slightest.”

His pupils appeared amber in the sunlight, like a cat's pupils, but a deeper color.

She possesses a captivating, honey-like sexiness.

"Your Highness need not worry too much. Since you are using me, I naturally have conditions." Bai Qiuru took the cup of tea and rubbed the warm cup.

“You should stand on our side as much as possible, or at least not be our enemy,” Bai Qiuru said.

Yuan Qi's expression remained gentle: "Don't worry, I have no power or influence. No matter what you want to do, I can't stop you."

"Given my current situation, the best choice is to stay here in Changliu Pavilion and live a peaceful life as a sickly prince."

"As long as you keep my secret, you can do whatever you want."

Bai Qiuru was somewhat surprised: "Isn't Your Highness afraid that we will overthrow the royal power and cause the people of the Silver Tenon tribe to suffer?"

Yuan Qi: "Don't worry, because the one who really wants to overthrow the monarchy is someone else."

After seeing Bai Qiuru off, Zhu Qinghe was somewhat troubled.

What a load of rubbish! It even required her and her sisters to sacrifice themselves.

Although I could see from afar yesterday, His Highness Prince Qi was indeed quite handsome.

But what's the point of judging a man solely on his looks?

"What do you think Prince Qi is thinking?" Zhu Qinghe pinched her brow, unable to understand.

“I don’t think Qiu Ru seems to be very averse to it,” Mu Chengwen began to analyze.

"Do you remember that time when Qiu Ru didn't come home all night? Wasn't she with His Highness Prince Qi that time?"

Liang Youan nodded: "I remember that time, Qiu Ru is always very proper, I thought something had happened to her, I was terrified."

"You mean, they really are..."

Zhu Qinghe lowered her hand, her brows flushed red, "That won't do either!"

"He bewitched Qiu Ru on the very first meeting, he's definitely not a good person!" she lamented. "It's all my fault for not keeping a close eye on her and letting her be deceived by a bad man!"

"I never expected that someone as smart as Qiu Ru would also be so good at judging people by their looks."

Liang Youan secretly reached for the osmanthus cake on the table: "Qinghe, don't be so hypocritical. Do you dare to say you don't care about looks?"

"Why would I care about looks?" Zhu Qinghe asked.

Mu Chengwen slapped Liang Youan's hand away as she tried to steal some snacks: "Still eating? You've gained a few pounds recently. You'll be laughed at and cry later."

Liang Youan has a flat mouth.

"You don't care about looks?" Mu Chengwen said. "Young Master Shen looks like that, do you think you have the right to say you don't care about looks?"

Zhu Qinghe, her voice weak, said, "...Well, that's just how he looks, what can I do?"

"His face is his least significant advantage."

Four glares flew from the opposite side.

"Oh right, I haven't asked you yet," Zhu Qinghe remembered, "how did you meet Kesh?"

She asked Mu Chengwen.

Mu Chengwen got angry whenever he thought about it: "How was I supposed to know he was really a prince?"

"I thought he was just a lowly guard."

What prince would personally sneak into a wine cellar to steal a drink? That's just too bizarre.

"That's how it happened." Mu Chengwen shrugged after recounting how they met. "I followed him to the rest room during the sky lantern ceremony."

"At the time, he said he wanted to save people."

Rescue?

Zhu Qinghe's expression hardened. So, Kesh already knew they would be in trouble.

Then he must know who the mastermind is.

However, he didn't seem to be with that person.

Liang Youan finally found an opportunity to tease her: "I think the way the Prince of Nakheshig looked at you wasn't innocent. You two wouldn't happen to be..."

"How could that be?" Mu Chengwen exclaimed. "You must have seen wrong."

"We two... are at most drinking buddies!"

Liang Youan looked incredulous: "Drinking buddies?"

Mu Chengwen turned the tables on him: "Hey, stop trying to shift the blame. What's going on between you and my brother?"

Liang Youan immediately deflated: "...What? What happened? Nothing happened!"

Zhu Qinghe watched the play, resting her chin on her hand.

Mu Chengwen found it increasingly suspicious as he spoke: "You two came back together that day, both of you were soaking wet, and the atmosphere was strange; you didn't dare to look at each other."

Zhu Qinghe praised her: "You're quite observant."

Mu Chengwen raised an eyebrow: "Of course."

She tapped the table: "Tell me the truth!"

It concerns her brother, so she needs to get to the bottom of this. It's not about gossip; it's about her brother's marriage.

After all, given her brother's dull and simple nature, it's hard to say whether he can even find her a sister-in-law.

Liang Youan blushed and said, "Ugh, you're so annoying! I already said no, it's just that I fell into the lake and Brother Mu rescued me."

"Oh, a hero saving a damsel in distress, huh? And you two said you were alright."

"No means no."

"Alright, you two are evenly matched, so don't blame each other. Just blame those stinky men!"

"Yes." The two turned around at the same time and said in unison.

After sharing her complicated emotional experiences with her girlfriends and giving a scathing critique of those awful men, she took a food box to visit one of them.

To cover up the fact that he was injured last night, she has to go and change his dressings every day for the next few days.

Shen Wumei's room.

Mu Chengwu asked, "Are you sure you don't need me to change your dressing?"

Despite her injuries, Shen Wumei's eyes were filled with affection as she dismissed him, saying, "No need, go about your business."

Mu Chengwu shook his head, "The person who changed your dressing was so bad at bandaging. Let me tell you, you won't get better for at least half a month."

Shen Wumei said nonchalantly, "What do you know? The slower the better."

Mu Chengwu glared at him: "Are you sick?!"

Shen Wumei: "I have nothing to say to a blockhead like you. Hurry up and leave, don't delay me."

For no apparent reason, did the assassin stab him in the head with a sword?

Mu Chengwu walked away with a smirk.

As soon as everyone left, Shen Wumei quickly loosened the gauze on her wound, squeezed out some blood, and took down the scalding hot teapot from the kang table to warm her hands and face.

As soon as I heard the door open, I immediately shrank into the covers, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

Zhu Qinghe closed the door, placed the food box on the table, and in the quiet room, she tentatively asked in a low voice, "Shen Wumei?"

No one answered. She went to the bedside and found him lying motionless on the bed.

His handsome face, exposed outside the blanket, was slightly flushed, and his lips were chapped. Could it be that he hadn't had a drop of water since he woke up?

She turned around to pour a glass of water and gently patted his face.

Her hand touched something burning hot. She frowned. Did she have a fever?

As expected, it was no use not to see a doctor. She turned to leave, but was grabbed by a large hand and fell onto the bed.

Shen Wumei opened her eyes and looked at her, forcing a weak smile: "You've come."

Seeing his condition, Zhu Qinghe said anxiously, "You have a fever, I'll go get a doctor."

"No, that won't work; we won't be able to keep what happened last night a secret."

“I’ll go find Yin Luoha, he’ll definitely have a solution.” Zhu Qinghe’s eyes lit up.

A dangerous glint appeared in Shen Wumei's eyes, and her tone turned cold: "Heh, you actually trust him quite a bit."

"He's a really nice guy." Zhu Qinghe was so focused on finding a doctor for him that she didn't notice his little scheme at all.

Zhu Qinghe tried to get up, but he held her back tightly, saying domineeringly, "You're not allowed to go!"

"Lie down with me for a while, and I'll feel better."

Looking at the man's weak yet still handsome features, Zhu Qinghe thought to herself, "Why is this guy so clingy even though he's sick?"

She even has a touch of sickly beauty about her, making one want to...

Stop, stop! This is a patient, Zhu Qinghe, you can't be such a beast!

Blushing, she silently berated herself in her heart, then, following the patient's wishes, took off her shoes, got into bed, and lay down with him.

"How exactly did you recognize me?" Shen Wumei pulled her into her arms, still very curious about this question.

“The way you walk, the tone of your voice, and,” she turned her head, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her voice low, “the feeling when we’re close.”

Warm breath brushed against his neck, and Shen Wumei's Adam's apple bobbed slowly. He spoke, his voice low and husky: "Is the princess seducing me?"

Zhu Qinghe bit his neck lightly, "Don't think about it, you're still injured."

Shen Wumei paused, suddenly realizing the feeling of lifting a stone only to drop it on her own foot.

"However, are you very familiar with General Mu? How come you came with him as an envoy of the Li Dynasty?" Zhu Qinghe asked.

Shen Wumei squeezed her hand with slight dissatisfaction, venting her resentment: "We're family friends, we used to play together when we were kids. This time he came to ask his sister for His Majesty's decree, so we came together."

"How is General Mu doing?" Zhu Qinghe started gossiping.

"He's a blockhead, slow to understand, but honest and loyal..." Shen Wumei said, then suddenly realized something was wrong. "Wait, why are you so concerned about him?"

Zhu Qinghe: "I asked for my sister, what are you thinking now?"

Oh, that's alright then.

“You don’t care about me at all.” He began to feel aggrieved. “I searched for you for a long time in the prison, and I almost broke off relations with my father before he told me where you were.”

Zhu Qinghe patted his head, as if she were petting a gentle, large wolfhound.

Surprisingly, the texture was quite nice, and she lingered for a while, touching it.

“I had no choice. They used my sisters to blackmail me. I couldn’t just ignore their lives and go to join you.”

"Don't worry," he hugged her tightly, "I will definitely bring you back to the Great Li Dynasty."

"Yes, I believe you."

The leaping sunlight spilled into the room like ink splashes, enveloping the couple nestled intimately together on the bed. A tranquil and serene atmosphere flowed around them. At that moment, it seemed that all the grudges of family and country, the scheming and intrigue, had faded away from them.

And they will eventually usher in a future full of freedom and happiness.