He was somewhat surprised that this dignified prince was peeling shrimp for him.
His eyelashes trembled slightly; flattered and overwhelmed, he couldn't quite understand this woman.
Having spent a long time in the Flower Pavilion, he understood that these people only liked his face. If he didn't have this face, would they still be like this?
He silently and gently put down the jade porcelain bowl, which was much more expensive than all his clothes.
Are you full?
Dou Shiliu skillfully took a clean handkerchief and wiped his mouth.
Wen Su visibly stiffened, made some excuses, and then reached out to take the handkerchief.
"I will do it myself; there's no need for Your Highness to trouble yourself."
The prince's actions made him extremely uneasy. He had never seen such a noble woman peel shrimp for a man and wipe his mouth so affectionately.
Dou Shiliu didn't argue with him; if he wanted to wipe it himself, then so be it.
The servants then came to collect the items, served a pot of tea to help with digestion, and presented some pastries to aid digestion.
Dou Shiliu rested her chin on her hand and tilted her head to look at him. At first, he could ignore her, but later her gaze seemed to penetrate his clothes, completely exposing him to her.
"...When will Your Highness send me back...?"
Upon hearing this, Dou Shiliu lightly glanced at the table with her delicate hand, her eyes sweeping over his somewhat bewildered face.
"I seem to recall saying that I wanted to marry you."
His tone was casual, lacking any authority or dignity.
Marry him for a brothel? Wen Su didn't believe it at all, taking it as a joke.
"Your Highness, are you aware that Wen Su does not buy her body?"
"Know"
"Therefore, Your Highness, please do not force me to do something against my will."
"Um"
Wen Su's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask, "Does Your Highness intend to let me go back?"
"I believe you are a reasonable person, so please stay here for a few days while I arrange a marriage for you."
This time, Dou Shiliu withdrew the nonchalance from his eyes and spoke seriously.
"No matter what you think, you still have to marry me."
She was very serious, okay?
Looking at the seriousness in the woman's eyes, Wen Su realized that the woman, who had always been languid, was now seducing him like a deadly enchantress.
"don't want"
Wen Su averted his gaze. He wouldn't believe such sweet talk; weren't all wives like that?
He had seen many high-ranking officials speak to him like that, but after he had offended them a few times, they all became angry and stopped paying attention to him, thinking he was ungrateful.
"Oh, you have to marry me even if you don't want to."
Wen Su sneered, watching the woman revert to her nonchalant self.
"If Your Highness intends to force this humble subject, then this humble subject is willing to kill himself by banging his head against a wall."
His back was straight like a pine tree, and his plain clothes made him appear even more aloof and indifferent.
However, this was only his perception of the outside world; clearly, she had not yet entered his heart.
Yes, she was worrying a bit too much.
In the end, Dou Shiliu still sent someone to send him back. Anyway, he had already found him, and there was plenty of time to keep bothering him.
Once in the car, Wen Su left without a trace of regret, knowing that this person was indeed just teasing him for fun.
Back at the Flower Pavilion, alone in his quiet little house, he had learned many more skills, so the madam there didn't force him to do anything, and he was still able to ask for leave a few times instead of playing the zither for others.
After tidying up and washing up, Wen Su blew out the candles and went to bed.
After a good night's sleep, Wen Su got up early as usual, washed up, and then practiced the zither under the trees in the garden.
The quarrel that happened last night caused all the silver he had earned at the Prime Minister's residence to end up in the madam's pocket.
That beautiful woman carried a different kind of seriousness.
I will marry you.
The hand that was caressing the strings paused slightly, and a hint of annoyance flashed in Wen Su's eyes. Why did he think of her again?
It wasn't that no one had ever told him this before, but he scoffed at it, simply laughing it off and clearing his mind of those thoughts, focusing instead on the zither.
After practicing for about an hour, the weather gradually became hot, and some sweat appeared on his brows. Tiny droplets of water flowed down his fair neck, adding a touch of rosiness to his translucent skin.
After putting away the zither, Wen Su poured herself a pot of tea. After drinking the refreshing cold tea, she continued practicing diligently while holding the zither.
He was famous for his piano skills, and he had to practice for a long time every day to get good at it. Once he raised some money, he could leave the Flower Pavilion.
As the music played, a gentle breeze brushed against the young man's hair beneath the tree, causing the roots of the tree to resonate as well.
A closer look reveals a clean and neat figure leaning against a tree, listening to the melodious and pleasant sound of a piano.
Dou Shiliu had a green grass feather dangling from her red lips, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed.
That cannon fodder guy plays the piano really well.
However, the sadness in the music was tempered with a clear and melodious quality.
She lowered her gaze and looked down at the man in white below, a slight smile on her lips, watching his fragrant sweat trickle down his collarbone.
With deep eyes, he watched Wen Su play the zither for a whole afternoon.
As soon as he started putting the zither inside, Dou Shiliu's eyes followed his movements. Just as he was about to move, the jade pendant on his body, which had been stiff, got caught on a tree branch and was about to fall. Then, without noticing, he fell straight down.
Dou Shiliu was startled and bent down to catch it. Her jade-like hand caught it in mid-air, and her body naturally hooked onto the tree trunk, then she was hanging straight in the air.
Dou Shiliu looked at the jade pendant in his hand, sighed, and almost smashed it onto the cannon fodder's big head.
"What is Your Highness doing here?"
Wen Su stared blankly, her eyes filled with astonishment, looking at Dou Shiliu hanging upside down in the tree with utter surprise.
Dou Shiliu silently did a backflip and landed under the tree. She patted the leaves off her women's clothes, her ears and eyes slightly red, her gaze darting around as if trying to hide something.
At this moment, Wen Su silently thought that His Highness the Prince was quite adorable.
Her playful hair kissed her rosy cheeks, and the woman seemed unaware that she was now both innocent and alluring.
Wen Su now understands why they are so infatuated with the prince. Such a woman has achieved great military exploits and is extremely beautiful. Everyone wants to marry her.
Seeing Wen Su's slightly surprised expression, Dou Shiliu coughed to cover it up, and his phoenix eyes no longer tried to hide, staring directly at him.
"This king..."
After her initial surprise, Wen Su listened attentively to what she had to say.
"I miss you."
Wen Su's eyes trembled, and her fingers tightened around the instrument.
"Your Highness is joking."
After saying that, he turned and left with his zither, clearly not believing that a prince would sit in a tree and watch him play the zither for an entire afternoon.
Dou Shiliu watched him leave unhurriedly and quickly followed.
"I really want to see you."
She hovered around him, chattering away.
"Then why not use the main entrance?"
Dou Shiliu paused slightly, then hesitated before speaking.
"You seem to dislike me a bit, so I'm sneaking a glance at you."
Yes, Wen Su's throat moved slightly but she didn't speak.
It's fair to say they have a good eye.
He glanced at her and noticed beads of sweat trickling down her forehead, her eyes fixed on him.
A slight thought stirred within me, and before my mind could process it, my body blurted out...
"Come in and have a cup of tea."
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