Chapter 44: Saint Girl Doesn’t Fall in Love 13

Three days later, night.

Miaorong was sitting on the stone bench by the corner gate, yawning.

The gatekeeper heard the buzzing of mosquitoes, raised his hand and slapped one to death with a "slap". His hands were covered in blood, and he rubbed the blood on his trousers in disgust.

Miaorong: “…”

The servant approached her and asked in confusion, "Sister Miaorong, it's already this late, who are you waiting for?"

Miaorong dodged backwards without leaving a trace, cleared her throat and said, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. No matter who you see later, don't tell anyone, otherwise--"

She lifted the lantern and placed it under her face, saying sinisterly, "You're doomed!"

Servants: “…”

Just as he finished speaking, in the dead silence, the corner door suddenly rang three times.

Someone was knocking at the door very regularly.

"Dong", "Dong", "Dong——"

The servant instantly took a breath of cool air and jumped back suddenly.

Miaorong was delighted and stood up and said, "Hurry up and open the door!"

"Oh oh." The servant reacted and took the key to open the door. With a "creaky" sound, the door opened wide, revealing two tall figures standing outside.

The man at the back had a cold face and fierce eyes, and it was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with. The servant took one look and then looked away, looking at the man in front. The man in front was wearing a black hat, so his face could not be seen.

Just when he wanted to turn around and ask Miaorong if this person was him, the person opposite him took the initiative to lift the black veil on his hat, revealing a handsome face.

Miaorong immediately bowed respectfully and said, "This servant has met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Servants: “???”

Who do you say this is?!

Seeing that he was standing there motionless, Miaorong immediately glared at him and asked, "Why don't you show respect to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

The boy's knees went weak and he was hit by a huge "thump".

The prince nodded and said, "No need to be polite. Did the Saint ask you to come and pick me up?"

Miaorong stood up and made a "please" gesture: "Yes, Your Highness, please follow me."

The prince walked up the stairs. Lian Jue behind him looked around and immediately closed the door, giving the servant a warning look.

The servant didn't even dare to raise his head and stood respectfully by the side.

Before, he thought Miaorong was trying to scare him, but now that he had met her in person, he realized that what she said was the truth.

If the news of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's night meeting with the Saint gets out, not only will he die, it's hard to say whether he can even have an intact body.

When the people walked away, he straightened up, breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his face and said optimistically: "It's great, I've lived another day."

*

The prince followed Miaorong through many twists and turns in the Imperial Master's Mansion, and after a quarter of an hour they finally stopped in front of an elegant and grand three-story building.

This small building is a bit remote, with no other buildings around it. In the darkness, only a window on the second floor of the building is lit. Standing outside the yard, you can vaguely see a slender figure reflected in the window.

Even though it was just a reflection, it was enough for him to recognize who it was.

Mingnan.

He silently recited these two words in his mind, and a surge of emotions surged up, blocking his throat, feeling slightly bitter, yet scorching hot.

Miaorong pushed open the gate and said to him, "The Saint is on the second floor, Your Highness, please—"

She led the people to the front of the building and stopped. "The Saint has ordered that no one is allowed to approach here, so I can only escort Your Highness here. Please go up by yourself."

Lian Jue frowned and said disapprovingly: "Your Highness, we don't know what the situation is up there yet. If anything goes wrong—"

"It's okay." The prince raised his hand to stop him from continuing, "The Saint will not harm me."

Without waiting for Lian Jue to say anything else, he stepped onto the stairs.

Lian Jue hesitated to speak and sighed helplessly.

I don't know what kind of magic potion this saint gave to His Highness, causing him to break his vows for her again and again.

What are you doing up there, a man and a woman alone, in the middle of the night?

What if she eats it?

Lian Jue was worried like an old mother and couldn't help pacing in the yard.

Miaorong rolled her eyes at him and said, "Brother, just wait here. I'll go back first."

After saying that, she turned and left without showing any worry at all.

Continuous decision: "???"

No, are you really that careless?

In comparison, his worried look seemed stupid.

He shook his head and couldn't help but look towards the second floor.

Soon, a second figure appeared on the second floor.

He held his breath and stared intently.

*

The prince went up the stairs to the second floor. As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of medicine, followed by a surge of alcohol, which mixed into a strange-smelling vapor that hit his face.

The house was filled with white mist and people couldn't see clearly.

The prince coughed due to the irritation of the smell, "Mingnan?"

“Here.”

Mingnan walked out from the depths of the white mist, rolling up his left sleeve as he walked.

The prince was caught off guard by the sight of a white and tender arm. His breath was choked and he subconsciously covered his eyes. "What is this?"

Mingnan was stunned, looked at his hands, then looked at his earlobes which were turning slightly red, and couldn't help laughing.

[Too innocent, isn't it? This is unlike Mu Yanshan. 】

"Work, the sleeves are too long and inconvenient, roll them up so you can test the water temperature. Okay, don't be shy, I don't want you to be responsible."

As Mingnan spoke, she reached into the large bathtub in the middle and stirred it. There were a lot of medicinal herbs at the bottom of the tub. As she stirred them, the herbs floated up and the smell of medicine became stronger.

She sniffed it and murmured, "Almost."

The prince put down his hand and looked at her curiously. Then he saw Mingnan lean over and pick up a wine jar from the side of the bathtub. With a "splash", he poured all the wine in it into the bathtub.

The smell of strong liquor suddenly exploded, and the prince turned his head and sneezed three times, his eyes and nose turned red.

Mingnan comforted him halfheartedly, "Just bear with it for a while. You'll have to come in and soak in the water later. By then, all the pores on your body will be open. If you open the window for ventilation, you'll easily catch a cold, and the effect will be greatly reduced."

The last drop of wine fell into the tub. She shook the wine tank, put it aside, raised her hand and said to the prince: "Okay, Your Highness, please take off your clothes--"

Prince: “…”

He pursed his lips, walked to the tub, looked at the dark water, then looked at Mingnan, and asked with a complicated expression: "Are you sure?"

Mingnan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why would I come if you don't believe me?"

The prince was silent, his eyes fixed on hers for a long time before he looked away.

Silence is acquiescence.

Mingnan smiled and stepped back, turning his back, "Take it off, I don't want to see it."

The prince's ears were starting to feel warm again.

Now is not the time to be hypocritical. He can wait, but the water in the bathtub cannot.

He untied his belt, took off his clothes one by one and hung them on the small rack beside him. Finally, he took off his shoes and socks, stepped naked into the bathtub, and slowly sat down.

The water was very hot, and he couldn't help but hiss as he sat down. Then the medicinal wine spread over his skin, and he began to feel pain from the outside to the inside, as if countless red, densely packed needles were piercing his body from all directions.

After sitting for a while, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his entire face and neck turned red.

He tilted his head back, leaned against the edge of the tub, and let out a long breath of hot air.

He gripped the edge of the tub with both hands, squeezing until his knuckles turned white.

Mingnan estimated that the time was about right, so he turned around and asked, "How do you feel, Your Highness?"