Chapter 268: The Village Beauty Who Falsely Claims Favors in a Farming Story (15)
After returning home, Chunmei was worried for several days, as if her head was tied to her belt and she didn't know when it would fall off.
Wait and wait.
Instead of waiting for the prince to order her death, she waited for the prince to hire a female teacher to teach Su Yu how to read.
Chunmei couldn't believe it: "Miss, not only is the prince not angry with you, he also didn't punish me, and he even hired a female teacher to teach you?"
Su Yu's hands were sore from practicing calligraphy, and she nodded resentfully.
"Chunmei, I don't want to learn to read anymore."
Chunmei was still in a daze: "The prince is really not angry at all, could it be that the prince likes someone like you?"
Su Yu looked at the ink blob on the paper and couldn't help but throw the pen down: "Chunmei, my wrist is so sore."
Chunmei woke up as if from a dream, and quickly grabbed Su Yu's hand: "Miss, tell me honestly, does the prince like you?"
You can definitely feel what you like and what you don’t like.
Although most of the time it is the bystanders who see things more clearly, sometimes even those involved may not be confused.
Under Chunmei's expectant gaze, Su Yu blinked, nodded hesitantly, and then shook her head quickly.
Chunmei: "What do you mean?"
Su Yu is just straightforward, not stupid. As a person involved, she can intuitively feel whether a person is good to her.
She counted on her fingers, "Zhao Ce took me back to the capital. In order to prevent my father from pestering me, he gave him a lot of money, held a flower-viewing banquet for me, and gave me a hot water bottle to warm my hands. At the Princess's mansion, my lip balm got on his face and embarrassed him, but he was not angry at all. He even explained and covered up for me in front of the Princess."
To sum up, Zhao Ce definitely likes her, but it is unknown what kind of like he has.
The more Chunmei listened, the brighter her eyes became.
Chunmei noticed something: "Did the prince hold this flower-viewing banquet especially for you?"
Su Yu nodded: "That's what the princess said."
Chunmei suddenly realized: "That's how it is. No wonder, the princess likes quietness, but she held such a flower-viewing banquet for the first time. The prince asked the princess for you, which shows that he cares about you."
"What about shaking your head?"
Su Yu's face fell: "He hired such a strict female teacher, who had the heart to watch me being tortured so badly, how can he say he likes me?"
“…”
Chunmei was so happy that she couldn't see her eyes: "You can even say the word 'torture'. It seems that this female teacher taught you well."
Back to the point, Chunmei said seriously: "Miss, maybe you can really become a concubine."
It's really a blessing in disguise that a village girl accidentally walked into the prince's heart.
Su Yu said modestly: "Chunmei, you taught me well."
Chunmei felt as if a knife had stabbed her in the heart: "...The girl has learned well."
The servants in the palace recently discovered something strange.
A few days after the flower-viewing banquet, Chunmei, who served Miss Su, became more and more arrogant.
They always say things like 'Our girl is the master, if you dare to neglect our girl, you'll have to bear the consequences later'.
The servants curled their lips. There was only one master in the palace, and that was the prince. There would be another one when the princess came into the palace in the future.
As for Miss Su, although she is the prince's savior, she has no family background and no connections. The prince is only taking care of her now. Once the prince gets tired of her, there is no telling what will happen in the future.
These words soon reached Zhao Ce's ears.
The butler asked tentatively, "My Lord, do you need me to go over and knock on the door?"
Zhao Ce smiled playfully: "No need, just leave it like this."
It would be better if the maid is stronger, so that she won't be bullied.
The housekeeper was stunned: "Ah?"
Zhao Ce's smile had not faded, and he glanced at him calmly: "The king said don't worry about it, you can go down."
The housekeeper's heart skipped a beat. He didn't bother to think about the deep meaning of Zhao Ce's words for a moment, and hurriedly said, "This old servant will take his leave."
The prince never likes to repeat what he has said a second time. If it were someone else here today, he would have probably been dragged away and beaten with a stick.
The butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and warned himself not to make such a mistake again next time.
After the flower-viewing banquet, Zhao Ce became busy and spent more time away from home.
Occasionally when he returned home, he would ask about Su Yu's situation.
"Your Majesty, this is the calligraphy that the girl has practiced. I brought it to you for your review as you requested."
The servant said as he held the two pieces of calligraphy carefully.
Zhao Ce raised his lips and said, "Put it on the table, so that I can see how well she has learned these days."
The long ebony table in the study had always been used to place official documents or historical books. This was the first time a piece of handwriting as thick as a child's was placed on it. It was really an injustice to the table.
The servant carefully spread the paper flat.
The first thing Zhao Ce saw was not the words, but the small plum blossoms on the paper.
"What's this?"
The servant knew he would definitely ask, so he replied, "The young lady picked up a little raccoon a few days ago, and the little raccoon might have stepped on it out of play."
Hearing this, Zhao Ce stopped asking questions and fixed his eyes on the ink that barely formed a character. He subconsciously judged in his mind that the characters were of different sizes, the strokes had no importance or speed, and they were soft and powerless. It did not look like it was written, but rather like it was drawn.
In summary, what he wrote when he was three years old was better than hers.
Zhao Ce stared at the calligraphy for a long time, then reluctantly said, "Not bad, let her continue practicing."
At this moment, the servants seriously doubted the prince's aesthetic level.
But it may not be possible to practice it.
"Your Highness, the young lady seems to be ill these days. She is unwilling to practice calligraphy and even refuses to see the female teacher."
"Are you sick?" Zhao Ce's heart skipped a beat, his eyes sharp, "What's wrong? Can you ask a doctor to take a look?"
The servant said tremblingly: "We did invite her, but the girl didn't want to see a doctor. She said she would be fine after a few days of rest."
Zhao Ce frowned: "Nonsense."
He glanced at the servants coldly, and said in a cold voice: "The girl is ignorant, and you are also ignorant? Why are you talking about such an important matter now?"
The servant was stunned for a moment. Important matter?
After coming to his senses, the servant knelt down immediately and said, "Your Highness, please forgive me. It was the young lady who told us not to tell anyone."
Zhao Ce did not say anything. The servants dared not breathe and broke out in cold sweat.
After a long while, the corners of the clothes embroidered with gold thread fluttered past his eyes, and Zhao Ce's voice came from the door, wrapped in frost-like coldness: "Go to the housekeeper to receive the punishment yourself."
At this time, Su Yu was in the house.
Su Yu leaned on the soft couch, ate well and slept well. When she opened her mouth, someone fed her grapes. She squinted her eyes and listened to Chunmei reading a storybook to her in a low voice. From time to time, she touched the system cat lying in her arms, and was immersed in the story of the scholar and the fox demon.
The sound of reading suddenly stopped.
Su Yu opened her eyes and urged unhappily, "Why don't you recite it anymore? What happened after that? What happened after the fox demon was captured by the Taoist priest?"
Chunmei's heart was pounding, and she said anxiously, "Miss, why don't we stop pretending to be sick? If the prince finds out, we'll be in trouble."
Su Yu waved her hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, Zhao Ce has been very busy these days. I can't even find time to bring him chicken soup. He won't know, right?"
"What wouldn't the King know?"
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