Chapter 4
Qi Han's temperament changed drastically after he returned home.
She gritted her teeth and wrote. Zhishu ground ink for her, but she didn't even raise her head and said, "No need."
He then called the servant.
When they were bathing, Zhishu scrubbed her as usual. She pursed her lips and said, "Get out."
Zhishu left the room and saw two maids come in to add hot water.
Winter nuts are nourishing. Before Zhishu took the hammer, she saw a heavily made-up man handing a peanut to her lips.
Zhishu clenched her fists. Qi Han seemed to sense something and glanced over at her. She had no choice but to retreat in a hurry.
"I'm not eating anymore." Qi Han frowned. She waved her hand and said to the waiter who was winking at her, "Stay by the side."
The stranger sitting in Zhishu's usual seat made her feel uncomfortable.
In fact, it’s more than just cracking nuts.
When Qi Han made up her mind to stop ordering the Ninth Prince around, she realized that Zhishu had already invaded every part of her life.
She would feel upset if Zhishu was missing in any link.
The servants' hands were not as dry and warm as Zhishu's. They kept chattering and talking nonsense. They were afraid that she would want to cling to her again...
But she really didn't dare to order him around anymore. Treating the Ninth Prince as a slave was already disrespectful, and she wanted to gain some favorability. At least... at least she wouldn't be skinned alive.
Qi Han's legs were weak and it was his first time learning horsemanship. He frightened the horse but was unable to control himself.
After a long "neigh", the horse raised its front hooves high, looking crazy. Even the master didn't dare to get close to it, for fear of having its stomach stepped on.
Qi Han could no longer hold the reins. She closed her eyes and felt a figure suddenly descend, holding her in his arms. With a few light leaps, he brought her to the ground steadily.
Qi Han opened his eyes and met her slightly lowered ones. Her gaze was calm and restrained, but like thin ice on fire, which would melt with just a little more heat.
Her heart was pounding.
"Miss, I'm sorry." She opened her thin lips slightly.
Qi Han closed his eyes, hid his grievances in his throat, and said coldly: "Don't come to rescue me next time."
If any of the royal family members, descendants of the emperor, were to be lost, she would not be able to kill them all.
Zhishu's figure froze for a long time before he replied, "Yes."
After returning to the room, Qi Han rolled around on the bed holding the pillow.
Zhishu hugged her!
Zhishu’s hands are so strong!
I feel so safe in Zhishu’s arms!
So happy, so happy!
Qi Han touched his hands and waist happily.
Oh, Zhishu touched her hand, Zhishu touched her waist, and Zhishu even talked to her.
Qi Han covered her mouth and laughed quietly until her father knocked on the door.
"Son, as you grow older, your father has found several concubines for you. They are all knowledgeable and considerate."
A concubine?
Qi Han opened the door.
Three or five thin men stood neatly in front of her room like skewers.
Her father waved a handkerchief and said, "Look quickly."
Some of the people who came were wearing makeup like her father, while others were bare-faced and looked very fresh.
Qi Han pointed and said, "It's him."
That night, Qi Han was dug out of bed.
Zhishu asked her, "Do you really want those crooked melons and cracked dates?"
Qi Han was half asleep. When he saw the person he liked, he didn't care about the hierarchy at all. He moved closer to her with joy and kissed her on the face with pouting lips.
Sticky and wet, she kept mumbling, "Zhishu, I don't like them. I like you."
"You like me, why don't you want me but them?" The ice in Zhishu's eyes melted away, leaving only the surging love.
"You can't have it." Qi Han still stuffed something into his subconscious and said firmly.
"But I want you."
"I can't have you."
The little thing was stubborn and unyielding. Zhishu was so angry that he bit her lips to block her hateful little mouth so that she would not say those words that made him tremble with anger.
Qi Han moaned subconsciously and was stunned for a moment after being bitten. He thought he had done something wrong and was being punished.
Therefore, she frowned in grievance, slightly extended her tongue, and flattered the other party to taste it.
Zhishu's breathing stagnated, his eyes darkened, and his hands, lips and tongue didn't know where to go.
Qi Han got up with a sore body, took out a round mirror and looked at himself. His cheeks were as rosy as peach blossoms.
She checked her whole body in confusion but found nothing, except for a cut on her lip, perhaps she had bitten it in a dream.
"Zhishu? Zhishu?" she shouted subconsciously, "I don't like my shoes today."
The handsome young man she had chosen came in shyly: "Miss Eighth, I'm here."
Qi Han suddenly felt a little flustered for some reason, "Go find Zhishu."
Half an incense stick passed, and the maid replied, "There is no one in the mansion called Zhishu."
Qi Han nodded, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
After staying in the Qi Mansion for three or four years, the Ninth Prince's plan was almost accomplished and he was ready to complete his hegemony.
Later, her mother sent someone to ask.
"Ms. Eighth, where is that ugly slave?"
Qi Han blew on his newly done nails.
"If you have dirty hands and feet, you will be beaten to death."
The next day, Qi Han received ten pieces of high-quality ice silk cloth, along with a word of praise.
"My son, one who does great things."
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