Chapter 38: Saint Girl Doesn’t Fall in Love 7

Xuanying didn't hear clearly what the prince said, so he asked again.

The prince shook his head, "Nothing, I asked you to check on the Saint, did you find any results?"

Xuan Ying immediately said in a serious tone, "I have sent someone to check the Saint's birth background and the people she has come into contact with. Your Highness, please review it."

He placed a secret letter on the prince's desk.

The prince opened it and read it attentively.

The Saint was an abandoned baby in Taoyuan Temple and was adopted by the Imperial Master who happened to pass by. At that time, the Imperial Master was just a teenager. Rumor has it that the Imperial Master also had a younger sister who died before she was born.

So when he saw the abandoned saint, he was moved with compassion, so he kept her by his side and sent people to take good care of her.

Not only did he teach her music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, literature and etiquette, he also taught her martial arts personally.

They are not biological siblings, but they are better than biological siblings.

The first ten years were the most difficult time for the Imperial Master. At that time, he had not yet established a firm foothold in the court, and his popularity was too great, which made him have countless enemies.

The ten-year-old Saint is his only weakness, and many people want to take the Imperial Master from her.

In order to protect the Saint, the Imperial Master did not let her go out for ten years. He locked her up in the Imperial Master's Mansion and did not allow any outsiders to contact her. The people around her were also checked regularly and replaced immediately if any abnormality was found, to ensure that everyone was loyal.

Later, when the Imperial Master had gained a firm foothold and the Saint Girl had grown up and was able to protect herself, the Imperial Master allowed her to come into contact with people outside the Imperial Master's Mansion.

So it is easy to find out who the saint is dating; they are either emperors, empresses, princes or princesses.

Also, because the saint was born with a charming appearance, the imperial teacher was afraid that she would attract many admirers, so he asked her to wear a veil as much as possible except when she entered the palace. This way, she could block some bad peach blossoms and maintain the saint's mystery, killing two birds with one stone.

But despite our day and night defenses, we still couldn't prevent it.

The prince looked at the content below, and the temperature in his eyes cooled a little.

He stroked the line of words with his fingers, his expression gloomy.

"The 12th Prince and the Saint had a close relationship. The 12th Prince often gave gifts to the Saint. The two had a good relationship, but it has changed recently. The reason is unknown. It may be a temporary grudge. We will have to wait and see what happens next."

"Let's wait and see..." the prince murmured again with a faint smile on his face.

Xuanying felt a chill on his back, "Why is Your Highness suddenly interested in the Saint?"

The prince paused, then slowly raised his eyes to meet his gaze.

Xuanying's scalp tingled and he wondered if he had said something wrong. Just as he was about to confess, the prince lowered his eyelids again.

He put down the letter, pointed his finger at the word "Saint", and asked in an unclear tone: "Yes, why?"

His heart said: Maybe it was because she felt very familiar to me the moment I saw her, like meeting an old friend after a long separation, so it was different from the beginning.

Mingnan's bright and then dim eyes flashed through his mind. He gritted his teeth. He didn't know why he was in such a mess here, but she just treated him as that man's substitute.

When I realized he wasn't, I immediately lost interest.

"Oh."

The prince gave a short, cold laugh.

Xuanying's skin tensed up and he immediately knelt down and said, "I have overstepped the bounds, Your Highness, please forgive me!"

The prince waved his hand, and the letter fell to the ground like a withered flower.

"Burned."

"Yes." Xuanying immediately picked up the secret letter, took out a tinder and was about to burn it. Seeing the sparks coming out, the prince suddenly said, "Wait--"

Xuan Ying was bewildered: "Your Highness?"

The prince stood behind the desk with an expressionless face and said in a deep voice, "It will be useful if you keep it."

What is this thing good for?

Xuanying didn't understand and didn't dare to ask, so he had to hand the letter back.

Then I saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince carefully unfold the letter and put it into the secret compartment of the desk. There was actually a hint of tenderness in his action.

Xuanying was startled and amused by his own thoughts.

What gentleness? Is he blind?

Others may not know, but doesn’t he know?

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He looks gentle and harmless, but he is actually very dark.

He laughed at himself, and when he saw that the prince had no further instructions, he retreated.

*

Ming Nan smiled and said, "Brother, do you think that the prince, who is a sickly man who gasps for air every three steps and has to ride in a sedan chair when going out, can survive to this day without some tricks and skills?"

The Imperial Master sat opposite her, holding the teapot and pouring tea for her. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "You know him well?"

"I don't know, I'm just guessing." Mingnan lowered his eyes and drank his tea. The prince's clear eyes flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but be absent-minded for a moment.

The Imperial Master held the teacup in his hand and pondered for a moment, "Do you want to support the Crown Prince? Just after meeting him once, do you think he can take on this important task?"

Mingnan came back to his senses, put down the teacup and looked at him with a smile, "I felt that we were quite compatible when I met him. Besides, I don't believe in myself, but in my brother. You said that he has the potential to be a wise ruler, so why not give it a try?"

"But the prince's health is a hidden danger. He is weak and sickly, and it is difficult for him to have children. His other brothers are eyeing him covetously. How can he sit firmly on the supreme throne?"

"It's not that there is no way. There are so many wonders in the world. I read ancient books and found that there is a magical herb called Ming Yueya on the snowy mountains in the northern region. It has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. If you soak Ming Yueya in wine and add human blood to it, it can make people reborn."

"But there are many exaggerations in ancient books. What if it's not that amazing? What would you do?"

The Imperial Master looked at Mingnan intently.

Mingnan smiled, "Then change someone. Apart from anything else, His Majesty has many sons to show off."

The Imperial Master smiled suddenly, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

He raised his hand and rubbed Mingnan's head, and said with a fatherly sigh: "Sister has grown up, she has her own ideas and courage, and I am very pleased."

Mingnan grabbed his hand and said seriously, "I can protect myself now, and I can protect my brother. You don't have to rush ahead of me in everything. I also have my own way to go."

The Imperial Master was startled, and looked at her with complicated eyes, then nodded after a while, "Okay, brother understands."

*

Xiao Jue's plan failed one after another and he suffered two losses. Now the wind direction changed and everyone laughed at him for being self-indulgent. He was laughed at so much that he could not raise his head. He went back to his room and smashed everything in the house.

The servants did not dare to approach him, and knelt far away. After he had vented his anger, someone dared to step forward and said, "Your Highness, calm down. The Saint is determined to make a clear distinction between you and her. In that case, why don't we find someone else? It's hard to find a three-legged toad, but aren't there many two-legged noble ladies in Manshengdu?"

"With your looks and talent, you can find anyone you want. Why would you hang yourself on this tree?"

Unexpectedly, these words added fuel to the fire.

Xiao Yu was furious and asked, "Would ordinary noble ladies in Shengdu be willing to marry me? The families behind them are more shrewd than each other. Who would bet on a prince like me who has no one to rely on and no support from his natal family?"

He clenched his fists, his expression twisted and distorted due to the force, "She wants to draw a clear line between us, she is dreaming!"