Chapter 132 Moonlight Filter

Wen Wan roared fiercely: "Anyway, I don't want a kiss, but I want my life. You decide for yourself!"

Winn peeled off the contract on his face, revealing a pair of eyes full of grievance.

When Wen Wan saw this, she became even more furious.

"What are you aggrieved about?"

Isn't she the one who should be wronged?

Facing her fierce attitude, Wen En did not dare to say anything, but only asked angrily:

"If... the last clause is removed, will the contract still be valid?"

"No!" Wen Wan crossed her arms, paused, and added, "Unless you add a clause: no physical contact without the other party's consent."

Regret was written in Wen En's eyes, but he nodded decisively.

"good."

He returned to the table, picked up the pen, and rewrote the contract.

Wen Wan glanced at him inadvertently and saw a man in a black robe sitting behind the table. When he picked up the pen to write, he exuded an unconcealable irritation, as if he was extremely tired of reading and writing.

Suddenly, he raised his head and met her prying gaze.

Wen En smiled and said, "Sister, if you want to watch, you can watch. No need to be sneaky."

elder sister?

What he called should be "Jiejie".

Wen Wan complained in her heart that the little prince of Mobei had a very heavy accent, which sounded exactly the same as when someone from the Duan Dynasty called her sister.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not argue with him over such a trivial matter as pronunciation.

Wen Wan would never admit it. "Who was looking at you? I was looking at the leather wristband on your hand. The leather looks very textured. What animal is it made of?"

Winn paused, the smile on his face instantly disappearing.

"You don't want to know."

He seemed to have said something, but also seemed to have said nothing.

But Wen Wan didn't have the courage to ask any further.

*

Ever since Wen Wan signed a substitute contract with the little prince, she has survived in the Mobei royal court as a personal maid.

In just half a month, the entire royal court knew that the little prince had a pampered maid named Jiejie who was held in the palm of his hand.

It is nice to sit under a big tree and enjoy the shade. With the support of the little prince of Mobei, Wen Wan quickly became familiar with the royal situation in the royal court.

King Yu Hegu of Mobei and Queen Qila have a son named Yu Qilu, who is the only heir recognized by the Mobei royal court.

A year ago, in an encounter with the border town defenders, Yu Qilu had both legs chopped off by General Shen, leaving him half disabled.

The King of Mobei then remembered to find the son that Madam Zhou had given birth to for him.

It is said that when the little prince was found, he was seriously injured and the tendons in his hands and feet were broken.

The King of Mobei spent a lot of effort to find a famous medicine to cure his injuries. Now he can hold a sword again and is no different from a normal person.

Now, the King of Mobei is training the little prince as his heir. After seeing the King of Mobei's attitude, everyone in the royal court also changes their attitude and tries to please the little prince in every way.

As a result, Wen Wan's status and position also rose.

So, she once again lived a life of sleeping until she woke up naturally, with clothes to wear and food to eat provided for her.

If this happened half a month ago, who would believe it?

A slave of the Duan Dynasty was not only not killed in the Mobei royal court, but was also served with good food and drink.

What’s more important is… there’s also the little prince who rubs her shoulders, beats her back, and pinches her legs!

At noon, Wen Wan tossed and turned and finally woke up.

She yawned and opened her eyes, only to see Winn holding a cup of hot milk and staring at her intently.

"..." Wen Wan: "When did you come?"

Wen En smiled and said, "I've been here for a while, sister. You don't have to worry about me. If you haven't slept enough, just sleep a little longer. I'll warm the milk with my hands, so it won't get cold for a while. When you remember it, you can drink it hot right away."

Wen Wan: “…”

At first, she felt very comfortable with this extremely flattering attitude, but after being exposed to it for a long time, she felt a chill down her spine.

What normal person likes to stare at people while they sleep and warm milk for them with their hands?

How deep is the love for his white moonlight?

Wen Wan sat up, her eyes rolled, and a sense of evil interest suddenly arose.

She deliberately rubbed her nose, pretending it was itchy, and poked her nostrils in front of him.

Wen Wan secretly thought, "Little guy, a booger can completely shatter your filter for Bai Yueguang, do you believe it?"

It’s a pity that Wen Wan still underestimated Bai Yueguang’s influence on him.

Not only did Winn's filter not break, he even looked doting and wanted to help.

"Don't!"

Wen Wan stopped his hand in fear, looking for trouble.

"Your hands are warming the milk. If you get your hands dirty and then touch the cup, how can I drink it?"

Upon hearing this, Wen En nodded in agreement, "Sister is right."

Then, he sat down obediently again, holding the cup of milk motionlessly.

When Wen Wan saw him like this, her intention to play a prank on him immediately gave up.

Forget it, this poor kid has a poor brain, why should she bother with him.

Anyway, he was not trying to please her, but the white moonlight in his mind.

After some self-comfort, Wen Wan got up to wash up, and then drank a whole glass of milk under the little prince's eager gaze.

On the highest white tower in the royal court, the King of Mobei, holding a peep show, watched in amazement as Wen En helped Wen Wan get up.

"That lowly slave, is this how he usually orders the little prince around?"

The chief steward stood aside with his back bent, not daring to breathe, and stuttering with fear.

"Yes, yes."

The King of Mobei put down the kaleidoscope that allowed him to see far away and angrily kicked the chief steward.

"You useless idiot! You actually let the little prince be manipulated by a slave. The little prince was seduced by this slave, and you didn't even try to stop him?"

"Such a useless thing, what's the point of me keeping you in the royal court?"

The chief steward knelt on the ground and explained tremblingly, "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't want to stop him, it's that I can't stop him! The little prince has always had his own opinions. His decisions are not subject to any interference."

"Forget about admonishing me. Just two days ago, the old maid who had been in charge of the royal kitchen for over a decade had all ten of her fingers chopped off by the young prince simply because she mistakenly added a small spoonful of salt to Miss Jiejie's porridge..."

There are countless examples like this.

But the chief steward was shrewd and knew that no matter what, the little prince was the heir trained by the King of Mobei. He could not say too much, otherwise he would get into trouble.

When the King of Mobei heard about the old lady's fingers being cut off, he really didn't react at all. Instead, his attention was focused on something else.

"You are right. You can't persuade him. If my son listened to the advice of useless people like you, he would not be worthy of being my son."

Chief Steward: “…”

It seems that he was right not to report the little prince too much.

People from the same family are similar, and even lunatics are born in the same family.

He protects his own shortcomings without any concealment.

The King of Mobei threw the peep show into the chief steward's arms and ordered:

"The training of the royal court's slaves has always been the responsibility of the Queen. How did she train the slaves? Go call the Queen over!"