Although I had seen the scars on my back in the mirror before, I had never seen them so clearly as today. There were crisscrossing scars on my back, some of which were extremely long.
After the scabs fell off, long white marks were left behind, and in some places they were slightly raised, like ferocious centipedes crawling on the back in various strange postures.
Especially the long wound on his waist and abdomen, which was inflicted by the tiger's claws five years ago when he rescued Ren Yong'an from the tiger's jaws.
It was only later that they learned that the cosmetics Ren Yong'an applied contained a drug that would drive tigers mad.
Seeing that he remained motionless, Lu Xiaoyun turned her head in confusion and saw him standing blankly in the water with a frown. Only then did she realize that the person in front of her was His Highness Prince An of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
How could she let him serve her bath? She took the bath towel from Zhu Yu's hand and said, "You go first. After you're done, I'll have Jiang Chuan come in and scrub my back."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yu snatched the bath towel from Lu Xiaoyun's hand: "No way."
"Um?"
Zhu Yu's face turned cold: "Lu Xiaoyun, you haven't been letting Jiang Chuan bathe you all this time, have you?"
"Yes, what else? Didn't Jiang Chuan used to serve you during your bath?"
Zhu Yu's face darkened: "How can that be the same? It was me before, now it's you."
"What's the difference? It's still the same body."
"Of course we're different! I'm a man, and you're a woman!"
“But I am a man now, and you are a woman?” Lu Xiaoyun was puzzled. Did he think that Jiang Chuan would have any romantic feelings for her in her current male form?
Zhu Yu gritted his teeth: "In short, no way! If you want a back scrub, I'll do it. I'll serve you while you bathe."
Lu Xiaoyun nodded, "That's not impossible."
Since they were each looking at their own bodies anyway, Lu Xiaoyun didn't think much of it.
After washing up, Lu Xiaoyun got out of the water.
Wow!
She walked naked step by step toward the screen where clothes were hanging, water droplets sliding down her hair and slowly flowing down her shoulders toward the lines of her abdominal muscles.
The jagged scars there now appear much softer.
Several hexagonal sheepskin lamps beside the hot spring pool cast a warm yellow light on her, and water droplets seemed to fall but didn't, hanging obliquely on her body, finally sinking to within three inches of her waist.
Zhu Yu looked at that body and couldn't help but turn his face away.
Lu Xiaoyun hastily dried herself with a towel and put on her clothes one by one.
Seeing that Zhu Yu was still standing in the water, she said, "Come up."
Zhu Yu swallowed hard, his gaze shifting downwards, but unfortunately, Lu Xiaoyun was already dressed.
She said, "Hurry up, stop soaking. Your back wound hasn't scabbed over for long, so you can't stay in the water for too long."
Zhu Yu gave a soft "hmm" and quickly came out of the water.
Water droplets flowed along his curves, shimmering with a soft light, like exquisite pearls dancing on his skin.
If you ignore the crisscrossing scars on his back from being whipped, his skin on the front is like solidified cream, translucent and crystalline.
Lu Xiaoyun took a towel from the side and dried him off. Her rough, strong hands stroked the peaks of his breasts, and her fingers flicked them lightly, causing the clitoris to twitch slightly.
"Hey, you've grown quite a bit. Looks like you've been eating well these past few days."
Zhu Yu gasped, grunted, and finally glared at the instigator with annoyance before looking down at Lu Xiaoyun.
To his surprise, even though Lu Xiaoyun had done all that to him, his brother hadn't reacted at all!
The fabric was flat and smooth, without any bulges.
Zhu Yu couldn't help but feel a vein throbbing on his forehead. "Is he going to be crippled?"
Lu Xiaoyun didn't notice anything amiss. She carefully wiped the water off his body and then dressed Zhu Yu piece by piece.
As she put on the bodice, she couldn't help but touch it a couple more times: "It's too small. I need to ask the embroiderers in the manor to make a few more larger ones, otherwise it will affect my development."
The veins on Zhu Yu's forehead started throbbing again.
Lu Xiaoyun fastened his belt, then took a dry towel to wring out his hair, and asked, "I'm going to pick up my father and brother, Zhu Yu, are you coming? If you are, I'll have someone prepare a car, and we'll go to meet my father and brother together."
Zhu Yu pursed his lips, suppressing the restlessness that had been rising in his mind ever since he entered this place, and shook his head, saying, "I'm not going, and you shouldn't go either."
Before she could finish her sentence, Lu Xiaoyun understood.
Yes, her father and brother command 200,000 Lu family troops, and they are getting too close to her, the "Prince An." Wouldn't the old emperor be suspicious?
Although he no longer possessed the tiger tally of the Northern Army, the old emperor's suspicious nature was simply laughable.
When the two came out dressed, they saw Jiang Chuan and Wu Chuan standing guard at the door on either side.
Seeing that the two of them had flushed faces, Jiang Chuan looked down at Wu Chuan.
That means, see, I was right, the prince and princess must have been doing *that* kind of thing inside for so long.
After all, although the princess's injuries hadn't fully healed, it wasn't her who was exerting herself; the prince could handle it, with his strong and powerful physique.
The young prince and the young princess... oh dear, he needs to think carefully about what names to give them.
...
Half an hour ago, the Duke of Zhenguo and his son entered the palace.
Duke Zhenguo Lu Zhongyi was dressed in silver armor, his eyes were firm and bright. He was nearly fifty years old, and his face looked older than his peers because of the hardships he had endured.
But he walked with a steady gait and an upright spine, the armor on his arms rubbing against his sides with a crisp, rustling sound that commanded respect.
Lu Yucheng, the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo, was also dressed in silver armor. Under the warm winter sun, the silver armor shimmered with golden light, and his black hair was neatly tied on his head.
Neither of them was wearing a helmet.
Lu Yucheng was tall and slender, with a high nose bridge and brow bone, and a pair of exceptionally bright and clear phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as Lu Xiaoyun's—no, that is, Zhu Yu's.
Upon seeing the two of them, the imperial guards lining both sides of the palace road couldn't help but straighten their backs as well.
Having been stationed on the frontier for a long time, the two should have exuded a stern and imposing aura, but this was nowhere to be seen at the moment. The Duke of Zhenguo had gentle features, and Lu Yucheng was like a refined and elegant gentleman.
If it weren't for their full armor, one would mistake them for a nobleman and his young master.
Zhang Zhongwei saw the Duke of Zhenguo and his son from afar, and hurried over to them, bowing and greeting them: "This old servant greets the Duke of Zhenguo and the heir apparent."
The Duke of Zhenguo quickly lifted Zhang Zhongwei up with both hands: "Eunuch Zhang, there's no need for such formalities."
Zhang Zhongwei smiled and said, "His Majesty has been waiting for you two in the Imperial Study for quite some time. Please, Duke and Prince, follow this old servant."
Lu Yucheng smiled and said, "Thank you, Eunuch Zhang."
Zhang Zhongwei chuckled and said, "It's been two years, and the young master has become even more handsome. Like father, like son, that's exactly what the Duke and the young master are all about."
Lu Yucheng smiled and soon entered the Imperial Study.
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