Fang Ruotang looked up and waved happily.
"Young Prince..."
The young prince choked, his angry expression cracking, especially as he ran towards Fang Ruotang, who also ran towards him. The two stopped when they got close.
Fang Ruotang asked excitedly, "Young Prince, did you come to play with me so early? Where are you going to take me? Is it a place I've never been before?"
Young Prince: ……
To be honest...
He was jealous and came to fight Ye Wuxia.
It seems that Ye Wuxia is gone.
The fire couldn't be directed at Fang Ruotang, especially since she was looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes, as if he was the only person in her world.
He had no anger left, only a soft heart.
"...Yes, I've come to visit you. I'll go with you wherever you want to go."
"Hmm..." Fang Ruotang drawled out the last syllable, her eyes darting around nimbly, clearly not thinking anything good. The young prince became wary, and then heard her say, "Let's go to the casino!"
"Huh? That place is a mixed bag of people and swindlers, it's not a good place." The young prince instinctively refused.
Fang Ruotang grabbed the young prince's large hand and acted coquettishly.
"Please, please! I want to go see it, please take me!"
The young prince had never seen anything like this before. He immediately felt as if he had drunk two kilograms of fake liquor, his whole body dizzy and disoriented. He unconsciously agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go."
"Young Prince, you're the best!" Fang Ruotang grasped the young prince's big hand with her two small hands, shaking it back and forth, showering him with compliments.
The young prince was so coaxed into becoming an embryo.
It was the first time he'd received such treatment, and the first time a girl had held his hand; he was completely out of his mind.
Fang Ruotang didn't even enter the mansion, and happily followed the young prince away.
“I’ll take you to change into men’s clothes first. Almost no girls go there. If you go there like this, you’ll attract too much attention.”
"Sure!"
She didn't care whether she wore men's or women's clothing, as long as she could get inside and have a look.
Since recovering her health, she has encountered three instances of people trying to sell their daughters, each time due to gambling. So she was still thinking about it. Is gambling really that fun?
"Then let's go to the Prince's Mansion."
"Just buy ready-made clothes! Why go to the Prince's mansion?"
“The fabric in the clothing store is not good and it is not clean. You are not used to wearing it. I have some clothes that I never wore when I was a child. They will fit you perfectly now.”
Fang Ruotang estimated the young prince's height, then looked down at herself. She didn't refute the words "when she was young," but unconsciously pursed her lips.
"A petite girl is cute."
The young prince noticed Fang Ruotang's displeasure, and with a charming smile, he pinched her cheek, causing her to cry out in pain before laughing and letting go.
"Your Highness, the Imperial Advisor..."
The servants of the Prince's mansion, like those of the Ye family, were observant. Upon seeing Fang Ruotang, they greeted her respectfully, and this continued all the way to the backyard, as did all the maids and servants they encountered.
"How do they all know me?" Fang Ruotang asked, a little curious.
Although she is famous, it's unlikely that even the maids in the inner quarters who can't leave the mansion and only have one or two days off a month know her.
"The girl who is so close to me and personally welcomed me into the palace could not possibly be anyone else but you."
The young prince was known for his womanizing ways, but those who served him in the manor knew exactly who he was. After all, anyone with eyes could see whether he kept women in the harem.
"You've never brought a girl into the manor before?" Fang Ruotang asked, somewhat surprised.
I've heard Xiao Jingzi explain that the young prince is pure in body and mind, but seeing it so directly for the first time still makes me glance at him with a sidelong glance. After all, many things are based on preconceived notions and fixed impressions.
"No, if you don't believe me, you can check it out yourself." The young prince winked at Fang Ruotang with a teasing smile, his eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.
Just like how happy he was when Fang Ruotang asked him these questions.
In fact, the young prince was secretly pleased.
Fang Ruotang didn't delve into the matter. So far, the little mirror hadn't made any mistakes, so she urged the young prince to take her to change her clothes quickly.
The young prince was a little disappointed.
When we arrived at his residence, we took him directly to the room where he stored his clothes from previous years.
"You can choose. These are all ones that were made too many times before and became too small before you even wore them."
Wow, so many?
Fang Ruotang looked at the several cabinets full of colorful clothes.
"You could open a clothing store! And you have such a wide range of colors!"
There are many vibrant colors; any eye-catching color can be found here.
Fang Ruotang thought for a moment.
That's true.
Every time I see the young prince, he's like a peacock, sometimes bright red, sometimes purple, and sometimes blue or green. But most of his clothes are based on red, such as bright red or rose red.
Unlike the Crown Prince, who, apart from his imperial robes, usually wears only black or dark colors, giving off a calm and serious feeling, and making him seem unfathomable.
During our several meetings, perhaps because he was observing mourning with Rong Shizi, his clothes were mostly white.
Wearing a white brocade robe, with her hair tied high behind her head, she exuded an aura of purity and untouched beauty. Standing there quietly, she was like the snow-capped peaks of a high mountain, seemingly unapproachable.
Ye Wuxia preferred the color blue, and Huo Zhige, probably because he was a military general, mostly wore riding clothes and was never seen wearing a straight-collared long robe.
Prince An also mainly wore white, but not pure white; rather, it was moon white or silver white. The temperament he exuded was completely different from that of Prince Rong—one was gentle and elegant, while the other was aloof and distant.
Fang Ruotang stared blankly at the clothes, suddenly realizing that the men's clothing subtly revealed their different personalities, and she now had a superficial understanding of the six of them.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
