Chapter 139 She found out!

Outside the bathroom.

Jiang Hui stood under the eaves, holding clean clothes in his hands, waiting respectfully.

Inside the bathroom, Rong Jianxue lowered her eyes and glanced at the hand that she had just held.

There seemed to be a hint of jasmine left, a woody scent that did not belong to him.

Glancing at the figure standing outside the door, Rong Jianxue said coldly, "Have you found out anything about the Third Prince?"

"Yes, we've investigated it thoroughly," Jiang Hui said businesslike outside the door. "Aside from Baiyujing, His Royal Highness the Third Prince has fourteen other secret locations in Beijing, including casinos, restaurants, small shops, and banks."

"Well," Rong Jianxue replied coldly. He glanced at the Buddhist beads hanging on the wooden shelf, "Except for Baiyujing, all are sealed."

"Huh?" Jiang Hui's eyes widened. "Master, if we seal everything off at once, the Third Prince will definitely become suspicious."

Rong Jianxue's expression remained unchanged: "It's not a big deal."

Jiang Hui bowed his head and said respectfully, "I'll do it in a moment."

As he said this, Jiang Hui broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

The young master is actually very decisive and ruthless in dealing with these matters.

He promised His Royal Highness the Third Prince that he would not touch Baiyujing, but he did not make any guarantees about other secrets.

Jiang Hui knew that the Third Prince must have done something to anger the Young Master.

Therefore, when the young master dealt with him, he refused to leave him any leeway or way to survive.

"By the way, Young Master, regarding His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..." After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Hui reported in a low voice, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has sent many letters and invitations these past few days. It seems he wants to make friends with you."

"Just throw it away, don't worry about it." Rong Jianxue answered without any emotion.

"But Master... He is the future crown prince after all. If you always stay at home, it will inevitably make the crown prince think too much."

Hearing this, Rong Jianxue narrowed her eyes slightly and subconsciously rubbed her fingertips: "The future crown prince depends on whether he has this virtue."

The road to the throne is bumpy and dark. Rong Jianxue has been familiar with national policies and theories since childhood. He has always watched the success or failure of emperors on their way to the throne and has a tacit understanding of the shameful things they have done.

But it’s not possible to use Pei Jingxu.

He can't stand it.

Therefore, even if he is the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace now, he may not necessarily be the heir apparent in the future.

Establishing a new Crown Prince was not a difficult task for Rong Jianxue.

Knowing this very well, Shen Qianfan tried his best to retain him and even please him when he learned that the matter was exposed.

It's just that he doesn't quite find this method useful.

Closing his eyes slightly, Rong Jianxue said calmly, "Find him something to do. He seems to have been quite idle lately."

Outside the door, Jiang Hui heard this and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "Yes, I understand."

"Boom--" a thunder sounded.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom.

Rong Jianxue got out of the bathtub, put on the robe Jiang Hui had given her, and wiped her wet black hair with a towel.

"Where is Hongyao?" Rong Jianxue asked as he walked out of the bathroom.

"My lord, Miss Hongyao is preparing clean clothes. The old lady is waiting for the second lady in the side room. She didn't dare to go back, so she went outside to buy some."

Rong Jianxue hummed, "Ask the kitchen to make some ginger soup."

"yes."

After Jiang Hui left, Rong Jianxue walked towards the bedroom.

Standing outside the door, he saw the candle in the bedroom flicker.

The firelight outlined her slender waist, and her shadow was stretched very long when reflected on the window frame.

Rong Jianxue's hair was still wet and her body was a little damp.

Standing outside the door, he didn't go in immediately, wanting to wring out his hair.

The figure in the room moved.

Gradually, he walked into the inner room.

Inside the house.

Pei Jingxu glanced sideways and saw a figure outside the door.

With a slight curl of her lips, she opened the curtain and walked towards the inner room, where his bed was.

She pretended to help him tidy up the bedding, and then helped him lift the curtains and hang them on both sides of the bed.

Pei Jingxu lowered her eyes slightly, and when she was "adjusting" the man's soft pillow, she "inadvertently" noticed something under the pillow.

She frowned slightly, as if she just felt that the green did not match the color of her husband's bed and was a little eye-catching.

So, she reached out and picked up the green cloth.

The next second, her eyes widened and her gaze fell on the word "xu" on the cloth!

This, this is——

Just right.

Rong Jianxue wrung out her long hair and pushed open the door.

As if immersed in her own shock, Pei Jingxu turned her back to the man, holding the small piece of clothing in her hand, and did not come back to her senses for a long time.

Rong Jianxue did not remind him.

He walked a few steps towards the inner room, and when he saw the object in her hand, he stared at her with a slightly darkened gaze.

But that bit of surprise only lingered on his face for a moment.

Coming back to his senses, he folded his arms across his chest, leaned calmly against the edge of the door frame of the inner room, and looked at her intently.

She seemed to be in a panic and didn't notice him behind her at all.

Her petite body was trembling slightly, and even her breathing was a little disordered!

It seemed that she finally realized something, and the piece of cloth in her hand became a hot potato to her!

She held it in her hand, and the knuckles she was clenching turned slightly white, but she was so at a loss that she stood there for a long time, not knowing how to react.

Rong Jianxue leaned against the door frame, with his head slightly tilted there, looking at her with her back to him, his expression mixed, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

——She didn’t understand his obsession and meanness.

Therefore, when that despicable thing was held in her hands and exposed in this way, she seemed at a loss, bewildered and confused.

Finally, she hid the cloth in her hand and turned to leave!

Pei Jingxu turned around suddenly and saw Rong Jianxue leaning against the door frame.

——He rarely appears extremely lazy and casual.

He was leaning against the door frame like this, an action he had never done in front of others, not even in front of the Rong couple.

"S-Sir!?"

Pei Jingxu widened his eyes and subconsciously hid the thing in his hand behind his back!

Her face was paler than when she heard thunder, her eyes were wide open, but she unconsciously took a few steps back to distance herself from him.

She is scared.

Realizing this, Rong Jianxue narrowed his eyes slightly, his dark eyes like the snow reflected in a cold pond, cold and calm.

Slowly standing up straight, Rong Jianxue's long hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

He looked at the woman in front of him, only to see her twitching the corners of her mouth in a very forced and embarrassed smile.

"Sir, you are done washing..."

Rong Jianxue stood tall and graceful, and replied calmly, "Yeah."

She laughed dryly again: "Then, then my lord, please go to bed early. Ah Xu can go to the side room and wait for Hongyao."

As she spoke, she raised her foot and ran towards the door in panic and embarrassment!

It was not until he reached the entrance that Pei Jingxu raised his hand to open the door!

But the door was barely open a crack.

The next second, a force came from behind, closing the crack in the door without any explanation.

With a "bang".

The man's strong arm blocked her ears, and she turned her back to him, trapped in a corner by him.

The agarwood came and enveloped her without any chance of rejection.

"What are you hiding from?"

A man's voice, neither happy nor angry, came from above his head behind him.