Tu Qingyu slowly raised his head. When the prince saw that face, there was visible disappointment in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, just lifted his feet and left the place almost without stopping.
"It's so funny! I thought she was already favored, but the prince just looked at her face and left without even looking back."
When she returned to her residence, she was inevitably ridiculed again.
"That's right, so what if she has a good temperament? She's still ugly and has no face. Tsk tsk tsk, some people must be sad."
"Don't be sad, you almost got noticed."
"Yes, she was favored. Even if she didn't become a proper master, being a first-class maid would be good."
"Who said it wasn't?"
…
"Young Master, you're not going to fight back? This isn't your style."
"Don't worry. The more they mock me today, the more heartbroken I will be when the prince comes to investigate."
Although she didn't know how much heartache a lustful prince could feel, her character this time was that of an innocent and weak little white rabbit who wanted to leave the palace and didn't want to get involved, and was a pitiful little white rabbit.
But the more she ignored these people, the more excited they became.
No tea was served the next day, but when the prince drank the tea, his expression paused noticeably.
The image of that fair, slender hand, the graceful figure of its owner, and... the slightly dark and ordinary face reappeared in his mind.
He let out a faint sigh as he put down the teacup.
The eunuch behind him immediately bowed and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you today? I see that you don't seem very happy."
The prince scoffed, "Why not be happy?"
She's just a woman, just think about it once or twice. With that kind of look, can you take her into the harem?
Thinking of this, he picked up the memorial and dealt with government affairs with peace of mind.
"Hey, you, yes, it's you!"
Two days later, Tu Qingyu was stopped in the Plum Garden.
She looked at the palace maid standing in the pavilion with a puzzled look.
The maid commanded, "Go pick two of the most beautiful plum blossoms. Wei Chenghui needs them."
"But I..." She raised the tray in her hand to indicate that she still had work to do.
"No matter what you want to do, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be staying overnight in Wei Chenghui's courtyard today. If you are asked to pick the fruit, you can pick it. But if you delay Master Chenghui's important work, can you bear it?"
"Dabao, how long will it take for the prince to get to Plum Garden?"
"My dear little master, we will be here in about two or three minutes."
She looked at the palace maid in the pavilion, was silent for a while, put down the tray in her hand, and walked towards the plum tree next to her.
He broke off one and put it in his hand, then tiptoed to find a higher and better-looking one.
As soon as the prince entered the garden, he saw this scene.
The woman in the green palace dress looked like a fairy in a painting, nestled among the vast expanse of white and red. Her aura was even purer than snow.
He stretched out his hands as if he was about to take off in the next second.
He unconsciously slowed down his steps and approached slowly. When he got closer, he found that the woman wanted to pick the taller bunch of plum blossoms. Because she was not tall enough, she stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hands.
He reached out and pressed down the bouquet of flowers that Tu Qingyu was about to pick.
Tu Qingyu, who had known that he was behind him, pretended to be frightened, looked back, and then sprained his ankle.
The prince didn't even see her appearance and subconsciously reached out to help her.
The faint scent of camellia drifted into his nose over the fragrance of plum blossoms in the garden, and his hands felt soft.
The woman's soft moan made his heart tremble.
Tu Qingyu then knelt on the ground as if she had just seen someone, her voice trembling slightly, "Greetings to His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince. This servant did not mean to do anything, I hope Your Highness will forgive me."
"It's you." The prince felt a little lost after seeing her face clearly. He said calmly, "Get up."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
"What are you doing?" he asked casually.
Tu Qingyu knew that he was doubting her.
After all, she had appeared in front of the other person too many times during this period.
She raised her head and looked at the palace maids kneeling in the pavilion with her deer-like eyes.
Soon she lowered her head again, "Your Highness, please forgive me. Yes, I saw the plum blossoms were in full bloom and I couldn't help but want to pick a few to play with."
"Really?" The prince said vaguely, "You can go down."
"Yes, I'll take my leave."
After the people had gone far away, the prince looked at his chief eunuch and said, "Go check it out."
When Tu Qingyu returned to his residence after work that day, he found that his bed had been splashed with water.
The weather was cold and the window was open, so the water stains on the bed formed a thin layer of ice.
"How can you tolerate this? My little master, how can you tolerate this?!"
"I really can't stand it!"
She curled her lips slightly, then without saying a word, went out to fetch some water and soaked the other three beds.
Dabao:?!
Dabao was dumbfounded.
"Young Master, didn't you say you wanted to make the prince feel distressed?"
If we fight back now, won’t our image as a weak little white rabbit collapse?
"Dabao, have you ever heard that a rabbit will bite when it's anxious?"
"I've heard of it." But what does this have to do with this matter?
"I'm a simple and harmless little white rabbit, not a wimp who lets others bully me. I ignore gossip and trivial matters because I want to leave the palace and not cause any more trouble. Anyway, they don't dare to actually hit me.
But it was so cold and there wasn't enough charcoal, so we could only rely on quilts to keep warm. If we got the quilts wet, we would freeze to death.
If you don't resist even after being bullied to this extent, you really have no courage at all."
Moreover, according to her script, she might have to perform a scene with the Crown Prince later—
You fell in love with me, but I wanted to leave the palace. I resisted desperately, but finally had to stay because of my pregnancy.
If he didn't even have this little bit of temper, how could he have the courage to resist the prince's plundering?
If she doesn't resist, what's the difference between her and those women in the backyard?
Before people came back, she made her eyes red and looked like she was about to cry.
The other three people came back half a quarter of an hour later, and when they saw their beds, they screamed immediately.
“Ah! Who did this?!”
"It's you!" One of them looked at Tu Qingyu hatefully, "Why did you do this?!"
Tu Qingyu's eyes were red, and he said in a trembling voice: "But... my bed is wet too."
"What do you mean? Because your bed is wet, you're going to get ours wet?"
"It was you...you who wet my bed first."
“We don’t!”
"You do. I can pretend not to see your little actions these days, but, but, in winter, without charcoal fire, people will die."
"We don't care, as long as you wet our bed, you will go with us to see the head sister!"
As they said that, those people were about to pull her away.
She dodged and said with her neck stiff, "See you then! It wasn't me who started it first!"
However, he did not see the head nanny, but instead saw He San, the deputy general manager of the prince.
"I wonder which one is Miss Tu Qingyu?"
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