"Don't you want to know my secret?" Qin Ye asked suspiciously, still not quite believing that he had changed so quickly.

But the man seemed to have suddenly lost interest and didn't ask any extra questions.

"In no mood."

"Don't you want to know why I approached King Li?"

"In no mood."

“…”

The last second, the man grabbed her neck and forced her to speak.

At this time, he was as pure as a monk, with his six senses pure and not concerned with worldly affairs.

Scumbag.

He changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

Pooh!

Qin Ye turned away and sat aside, but the man raised his eyes with interest and glanced at her meaningfully.

mock up.

I know all your secrets.

"Your red lace panties look great."

"???"

abnormal!!

.

Return to the palace.

Qin Ye was sure that she had locked the door and closed the window before going to bed last night. She couldn't figure out how Zong Zhengchen knew the color of her underwear no matter how hard she tried.

X-ray vision?

Are you cheating like her?

How strange.

Yue Er came in with a basin of hot water and asked with a smile, "Princess, what are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in it?"

He looked so serious, even more serious than thinking about what to eat today.

Qin Ye raised his eyes sleepily and rubbed his eyebrows, "It's Yue'er..."

Yue'er walked in and put down the water, "Princess, soak your feet and rest early."

She squatted down and prepared to take off the princess' shoes when she heard steady footsteps and a man's deep voice outside the door:

"Stand back."

The moon left quickly.

Qin Ye glanced at him, bent down, and was about to take off her shoes when a large hand with distinct joints reached out, grasped her ankle, lifted it slightly, and took off her embroidered shoes.

Tear off the stockings.

She was stunned for a moment, "You..."

"The water temperature should be just right." He dipped his fingertips into the water, tested the temperature, and then put her feet in.

His movements were light and gentle, as if he was handling some fragile treasure.

The man's sudden movement made Qin Ye stunned.

he……

Kneeling on one knee, he held her feet with dignity and grace, caressing her round toes with his slender fingertips, then sliding to the soles of her feet and gently tickling them.

"ah--"

Qin Ye dodged subconsciously, "What are you doing...hiss! Hahaha!"

He was tickling her.

Damn it!

She kicked her legs over, but he held them instead. They were soaked in the warm water together. Her feet were gently held in his palms, making them look pitifully small.

Zong Zhengchen lowered his eyes and looked at the ten round toes. The nails were very round, just like ten cute chubby-headed dolls.

Suddenly, he spoke:

"I have never washed anyone's feet, except my mother."

Qin Ye looked at him in astonishment.

Why did he suddenly wash her feet?

Wasn't this what she was thinking about in the carriage?

How would he know?

Coincidence, right?

The man put his left hand under her armpit and his right hand under her knees, and with a gentle push, he picked her up and placed her on the bed.

He took the handkerchief and carefully wiped away every drop of water.

Suddenly he grabbed the small ankle, lifted it up, lowered his noble head, and gently kissed the white instep.

Instantly, she shuddered all over and shrank back as if she had been electrocuted:

"Zong Zhengchen..."

"It's a faint orchid scent."

He raised his eyes, looking at her with deep eyes, kneeling on one knee like a knight, elegant and noble beyond words, with a face that was cold and impeccable, and his dark eyes seemed to be able to capture souls.

Qin Ye's heart involuntarily tightened, and even his breathing stopped.

The man stopped talking and said, "Go to bed early."