Chapter 110: Cunning but a Weak Dog
"Your mother never taught you how to dress as a prince?" Wen Ziduan was silent for a long time, and he had to say something to break the dull atmosphere.
He Zhaojun shook her head: "Maybe she hasn't learned this yet. After all, she couldn't have imagined that I would marry a prince one day." He Zhaojun wrung out a hot towel and asked Wen Ziduan to wipe her face.
Wen Ziduan took the face towel and pretended to wipe her face, fearing that the powder she had secretly applied would be wiped off. Wouldn't that be a waste of all her efforts this morning?
He Zhaojun once said that she was just beautiful and she had to play to her advantage and try to keep the person. For the first time, Wen Ziduan felt a little proud of his appearance.
After washing up, He Zhaojun was faced with the court robes on the shelf and felt a dilemma. She had to spend all day dressing herself, and she still needed the help of her mother-in-law and her servants, not to mention that the clothes looked very complicated.
"Please raise your hand, Your Highness." He Zhaojun held a purple sash and tied it around Wen Ziduan's waist. Why didn't this man just reach out and help? How could one tie his belt?
Could it be like in a TV show, when a wife is dressing her husband, with her arms around his waist and her face pressed against his chest? I originally thought it was just the screenwriter's bad taste, but who would have thought that this situation would happen to me too.
If the man refuses to cooperate, or does it on purpose, then of course you have to do this.
He Zhaojun thought for a moment, fearing she might lose her balance, so she leaned on Wen Ziduan, exerting force on her lower body and first stabilizing herself in a horse stance. Learning martial arts from her father had been very effective, He Zhaojun nodded in satisfaction.
Then He Zhaojun looked up and met Wen Ziduan's eyes. After a while, she clenched the ribbon in her right hand, exerted force on her wrist, and shook it from his side. The ribbon passed around his back like a soft whip and was firmly grasped in He Zhaojun's hand.
Go away.
He Zhaojun's face lit up with delight. Sure enough, even if he deliberately tried to make things difficult for me, a woman with a high level of martial arts skills, it wouldn't be a problem. As expected, Wen Ziduan looked down at He Zhaojun as she fastened his belt, a strange expression on his face.
Is there anyone who works like you? Are you using me as a punching bag?!
"Aren't you curious about who that girl you just saw was?" Wen Zidan licked his back teeth angrily and let He Zhaojun put the crown on him and insert the hairpin.
He Zhaojun shook her head. "Isn't she your concubine? She wanted to come and serve you, and it was out of kindness. Why did you have to punish her? I could hear the slapping sound clearly in the courtyard."
"..." Wen Ziduan nodded: "You are quite generous."
"Your Highness, Third Prince, is so kind."
Wen Ziduan pouted. This little girl, knowing she was a concubine, didn't seem jealous at all? Why was it different from what Ling Zisheng said? He never bothered about girls before, but this was the first time he was thinking so much, and his heart was filled with discomfort.
Gu Guan was holding a cup of chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea, shivering at the door, not knowing whether he should go in. He Zhaojun saw Gu Guan's shadow in the reflection of the bronze mirror and waved to him hurriedly.
"Come in and serve tea. What are you standing at the door for?"
Gu Guan stood before them with a bitter expression on his face. He Zhaojun recalled what Concubine Yue had said before: even if she had to pretend, she had to pretend to love him. He Zhaojun pondered for a long time, thinking that Wen Ziduan would surely like a bride who was tolerant, gentle, and charming, and she was now working towards that goal.
So in the morning, she was very generous and wanted her concubine to help her and help Wen Ziduan dress. However, it seemed that Wen Ziduan was unhappy and the concubine was crying miserably.
Now, the opportunity to show off came again. He Zhaojun took the teacup and handed it to Wen Ziduan: "I asked someone to prepare this specially for you, would you like to try it?"
Wen Zi took a sip and the teacup stopped at his lips: "What... is this?"
"Chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea. Chrysanthemum can dispel heat, and wolfberry can warm and nourish the body. It is just suitable for Your Highness's current condition." He Zhaojun smiled, looked at Wen Ziduan, and tried hard to act considerate and gentle.
Wen Zi held a sip of tea, but it was not right to spit it out, nor was it right to swallow it.
What's going on? Is this woman mocking him now? Is it about that concubine this morning, or has she misunderstood something? He swallowed his mouthful and put down his teacup.
"The girl this morning..." For some reason, Wen Ziduan couldn't bring himself to say the word concubine.
He Zhaojun, you are such a block of wood!
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