"Your Highness, it's okay." Song Yan seemed to not want Song Wenyan to see the blood on his handkerchief, so he quickly hid the handkerchief in his sleeve.
Song Wenyan looked down at the handkerchief hidden in his sleeve with disdain in his eyes, especially when he saw his weak appearance as he was hanging on to his last breath, he looked down on him even more.
But he still felt uneasy, so he tentatively asked, "Wise King, today I came to your palace, but I didn't see you. So I came to the lotus pond to bathe and wait for you. I also bathed with your concubines. I wonder if you will blame your concubines?"
As Song Wenyan spoke, he set his sights on Xie Shizhu.
Xie Shizhu noticed his gaze and muttered in his heart: Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!
Stay away from her. She doesn't want to have anything to do with the male protagonist now. After all, saving her life is the most important thing.
Fortunately, Song Yan didn't notice Song Wenyan's gaze. He just smiled weakly and said weakly, "It's okay. I'm already ill. I can't give them anything if they enter the palace, so I won't blame them. If they want to enter the Crown Prince's Palace, I can grant them a letter of divorce and fulfill their wish."
The mocking curve at the corner of Song Wenyan's lips froze. Song Yan's words seemed magnanimous on the surface, but the implication was that he, the prince, would not refuse anyone who came to him.
Is it his turn to be the prince because of a woman who is not wanted by waste?
Song Wenyan felt an inexplicable surge of anger in his chest, and he was in no mood to test whether Song Yan was pretending to be sick or was really sick.
However, after this incident, he realized that the wise king was really a waste.
He played with Song Yan's woman, but Song Yan was powerless to do anything.
Song Wenyan glanced at Song Yan condescendingly, then waved his sleeves and left.
The four concubines in the lotus pond were already dressed. When they saw Song Wenyan's hurried back, a trace of reluctance appeared on their faces.
Even though Song Yan was right in front of them, they did not shy away.
Xie Shizhu was worried about these concubines.
When Song Yan looked at them, his eyes were filled with understanding, as if the matter of being cuckolded was not worth mentioning. He said gently, "You can go now."
His considerate and gentle attitude made these concubines feel guilty and even a little guilty.
Consort Chao Lan looked up at the handsome yet pale face of the virtuous prince and bowed slightly, saying, "Yes."
She left first, and the other three concubines followed her out of the lotus pond entrance.
A princess in the palace is more majestic than Song Yan.
Xie Shizhu was the last one to catch up with them. Just as she took a step, her arm was grabbed from behind by someone, but the force was not very strong.
Xie Shizhu was stunned. The man's palm was cold. At this moment, she felt that Song Yan's body temperature was like a snake without limbs, its body smooth and cold.
When she thought of Song Yan cutting off those people's arms, legs, and heads one by one, her body froze instantly.
But this man, who was invincible in killing, said in the most gentle tone: "Didn't you say you would accompany me to bathe?"
Xie Shizhu was so upset that she wanted to cry but had no tears. Even this pervert was scared of her.
Song Yan only does things behind people's backs. This kind of person may smile on the surface, but he might draw his sword and chop off her head in the next second.
Xie Shizhu nodded obediently and smiled.
The butler watched them go in, then hurried away, following the prince who had just left.
*
After Song Yan entered the lotus pond, he looked around and then slowly set his gaze on Xie Shizhu, looking at her tenderly.
Xie Shizhu understood what he meant, walked forward quickly, reached out to untie the belt around his waist, and helped him take off his inner clothes.
She lowered her head and eyes, not looking at Song Yan, and hugged Song Yan's clothes with both hands, looking like a good and obedient wife.
Immediately afterwards, she heard the sound of Song Yan going into the water and quickly closed her eyes.
Song Yan's gentle voice reached her ears: "Why don't you come down?"
Xie Shizhu didn't dare to raise her head, and gestured with her hands, saying, "I am just a concubine, not worthy of bathing with the prince."
Song Yan looked at her and chuckled, "When you're with me, there's no need to worry about status."
Xie Shizhu was slightly stunned, as if he couldn't believe that a prince would say such words.
Under Song Yan's gentle gaze, Xie Shizhu's legs went weak and he could only obediently take off his clothes and go into the water.
After a while, Song Yan leaned against the edge of the pool, feeling a little sleepy. He kept himself awake and looked at the woman who was sitting beside him, not daring to move. He curled his lips slightly and said, "Okay, you can go now."
Upon hearing this, Xie Shizhu felt relieved. He quickly climbed up to the edge of the pool, hurriedly put on his clothes, bowed slightly to Song Yan, and fled.
As soon as she left, Song Yan's clean and clear eyes suddenly became sinister and extremely cold. There was a smile on the corner of his lips, but there was a hint of weirdness.
He quickly emerged from the water and put on his robe, then pressed the wall of the lotus pond, and a dark room appeared.
Song Yan looked around the dark room vigilantly and saw that there was no change from usual.
He knew that Song Wenyan came just to test the waters and did not find anything unusual.
Suddenly, a bird call similar to "cooing" was heard outside.
A moment later, a snow-white dove flew onto Song Yan's shoulder, flapping its wings twice, and a note was hidden under its feathers.
Song Yan took the note with his long fingers and unfolded it slowly. There were a few words written on it: Tomorrow at exactly 12:00 pm, assassinate the man wearing an ice-blue silk robe with bamboo leaf patterns in Su Cui Pavilion. The reward is one thousand taels of silver.
He read it quickly, then held the note between his fingertips over the burning candle.
The white paper burned bit by bit, gradually turning into ashes, which were blown away by the wind.
Song Yan found the poison needle hidden in his sleeve, preparing for tomorrow's assassination.
*
Xie Shizhu left the lotus pond and hurried back to his house.
Because the palace was very poor, the place where she lived was small and dark, and the moonlight outside the window could not penetrate.
When Xie Shizhu was about to fall asleep, someone knocked on the window. She quickly got up from the couch and opened the window quietly.
A servant stood outside the window, looking around. Seeing no one around, he whispered, "Your Highness, Prince Ji will be waiting for you at Su Cui Pavilion at 12:00 tomorrow. He'll be wearing an ice-blue robe with patterns, so he'll be easy to spot."
Xie Shizhu looked at the servant's face, her eyes calm, and her red lips gently parted: "If you dare to report false information, this princess will tear your head off."
The system was stunned: [Fuck, host, you are not mute? ]
Xie Shizhu raised his eyebrows: "Yes."
After he finished speaking, the servant shrank his shoulders in fear, quickly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Xie Shizhu several times: "Princess, I dare not."
Xie Shizhu said coldly: "Get lost."
The servant trembled and climbed up from the ground and said cautiously, "Yes."
As soon as he left, Xie Shizhu closed the window and returned to his usual weak and timid self, lying obediently on the couch and pulling up the quilt.
System: [……] The host finally got a suitable script.
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