Chapter 40: Saint Girl Doesn’t Fall in Love 9

Mingnan nodded.

The Imperial Master looked around and reminded her, "Be careful, don't let anyone see you again."

Mingnan smiled, "The Crown Prince is not the Twelfth Prince."

The Imperial Master snorted and said in a sinister tone, "Who knows?"

He saw it clearly just now. The look in the little prince's eyes when he looked at his sister was not innocent at all!

Mingnan didn't think about the deeper meaning of his words. He just smiled, thinking that he treated all men who wanted to get close to his sister equally.

The Imperial Master sighed helplessly, left her with two attendants and walked away.

After leaving the palace, Mingnan took two attendants and went straight to the largest restaurant in Shengdu. He asked for a quiet private room and waited while drinking tea.

Less than half an hour later, the prince's gentle voice was heard outside the door, "I'm here to keep an appointment, can you open the door?"

Mingnan curled her lips, stood up and opened the door for him personally. She slowly raised her eyes, and when their eyes met, she leaned sideways and made a "please" gesture.

The prince walked past her as if nothing had happened, bringing with him a faint fragrance, a very fresh smell of grass, which was vague and non-aggressive.

Just like his appearance.

Mingnan retracted his gaze and said to the two servants at the door: "Don't let anyone in without my order."

"Yes." The servant responded and closed the door for her.

The prince stood at the table, Mingnan sat down opposite him, raised his hand and said, "Your Highness, please sit down."

She poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of the prince. The prince sat down slowly, glanced at the clear tea in the cup, and asked directly, "Why did the Saint ask me to come here?"

Mingnan looked at his little movements and felt helpless. [You are too careful, brother. I would not poison you just for your face.]

The prince raised his eyebrows slightly, and the emotion in his eyes became increasingly cold.

Oh, so it seems that he still benefited from the help of that "Muyanshan"?

Mingnan didn't know why he suddenly became unhappy, so he put away his smile and said seriously, "Then I won't beat around the bush and just ask Your Highness one question."

The prince looked at her and said, "Please speak."

"Your Highness, do you wish to inherit the throne?"

Mingnan stared at him closely, not missing any subtle expression on his face, but except for a brief fluctuation in his eyes at the beginning, there was no reaction afterwards.

[Isn't he able to control his expression so well? ]

The prince was silent for a moment, then asked, "I am the prince, and my succession is legitimate. What do you want to do by asking this?"

"It is legitimate, but it is not certain whether it will go smoothly. Your Majesty is now ill, the princes are ready to make moves, and the officials in the court have taken sides. Although you are the crown prince, your mother's family is declining and your health is not good. Few people are willing to bet on you."

Mingnan leaned forward slightly and looked him in the eye, trying to show him his sincerity. "If you want, the Imperial Master's Mansion will be your Highness's strongest shield in the future."

The prince looked at her without flinching, but the words suddenly changed direction when they reached his lips. The corners of his lips slightly raised, as if he was smiling, "Why are you taking such a risk?"

[It’s the same look in her eyes...] Mingnan’s memories overlapped with reality, and his eyes froze for a moment.

Prince: “…”

His breath suddenly sank, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and made a move that was completely contrary to the gentleman education he had received for the past twenty-three years.

He grabbed Mingnan's chin, approached her in front of her surprised eyes, and asked coldly, "Or, what do you have to talk to me about this?"

Mingnan's thick and long eyelashes trembled rapidly, like a frightened butterfly flapping its wings about to fly, unable to hide the pair of clear and surprised eyes underneath.

The prince's heart tightened, as if someone was holding him. Someone told him that he shouldn't do this, but he didn't dare to let go. Even if he was wrong, he had to keep making the mistake.

[What does he want to say? Is it what I understand? ]

Mingnan's mind raced. He had a vague guess as to what was going on, but he was afraid that he was just being overly sentimental.

The person in front of him suddenly pulled his lip, "Saint, who are you looking at through me?"

The force on his chin was a little stronger, which caused Mingnan some pain.

However, she no longer cared about her chin. Her mind was filled with the prince's words: Who are you looking at through me?

Mingnan was a little flustered: [205, is my expression so obvious?!]

205: [It's okay, I think it's normal, weird, how did he see that? He's too sensitive, right?]

"Speak!" The prince's eyes turned completely cold, and he looked at her as if he had been chilled by ice.

Mingnan pursed her lips. In fact, she could have denied it to death, since there was no "Muyan Mountain" in this world anyway. But when she met those similar eyes, she couldn't open her mouth.

She shivered and lowered her eyelids.

There was only silence.

The prince looked at her like this, closed his eyes, took a deep breath to calm himself, and slowly loosened his hand.

Mingnan's skin was white and thin, and after being pinched so hard for a while, his chin immediately turned red, and the fingerprints were very obvious.

The prince's breath was choked, he was about to say something but stopped, and finally he looked away in panic.

He stood up, his fingers hanging at his sides, and he couldn't help curling up. He didn't even dare to look at Mingnan, and said in a deep voice: "Today, just pretend that I have never been here."

Without waiting for Mingnan to react, Yan turned around and left. His back looked like he was fleeing in panic.

Mingnan rubbed his chin, "Why did you suddenly go crazy? Brother lied to me, this is not a wise ruler, but a potential tyrant."

"What's the point of pretending he never came? You're just talking to yourself. It's incomprehensible."

Mingnan was in a fog, confused and a little angry.

After that, she really didn't go to look for the prince again. Anyway, he was not the only choice. Although the others were a bit troublesome, they were not impossible.

The prince has not had a peaceful life in the past half month.

After leaving the restaurant, he had been absent-minded and often in a daze. The pressure in his body was extremely low, and no one dared to ask him what happened.

The East Palace was shrouded in dark clouds for half a month, and people dared not breathe.

*

That night, there was a heavy rain, lightning, thunder, and strong winds.

The prince, who had been sleeping uneasily, was suddenly awakened from his sleep.

He turned over and sat up, his heavy, rapid breathing echoing in the darkness.

He pressed his chest, utterly shocked.

The restless heartbeat couldn't calm down for a long time.

Thinking of the dream he had just had, he smiled in a rather ridiculous way.

"I'm really crazy..." He pressed his forehead, closed his eyes and muttered, "Did she do something to me?"

Otherwise, why would he be obsessed with her and think of her all the time after only meeting her once?

Otherwise, why would he suddenly lose control of his emotions when he found out he was a substitute?

Otherwise, how could he dream that he turned into Mu Yanshan and her...

Thinking of the chaotic and passionate kiss in his dream, the prince covered his face with his hands.

The ears exposed in the dark were frighteningly red.

After a long while, he sighed and asked painfully, "What should I do with her?"

*

At the same time, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the Imperial Master's Mansion.