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Xie Shizhu hesitated for a moment, then gestured helplessly, "Your Majesty, I can live in my original room, or in Sister Chao Lan's room..."
If she lived with Song Yan, that would be disastrous. If Song Yan changed his attitude one day, she wouldn't even have time to run away.
Song Yan said softly, "You are now my king's princess, so naturally you can't live in your original place. But Chao Lan was beheaded. Do you still dare to live in her house?"
After saying this, Xie Shizhu's face turned pale instantly and he shook his head.
Seeing her shaking her head, a faint smile appeared on Song Yan's lips, like a warm spring breeze.
He also asked several servants to move all the things in Xie Shizhu's dilapidated house to his own palace.
Then Song Yan left Xie Shizhu on the pretext of taking medicine.
Xie Shizhu looked at Song Yan's back and wondered what this perverted gourd was selling.
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Sleeping at night became Xie Shizhu's biggest fear.
If she had known that the situation would develop like this, she would not have sent the memorial to the Minister of War's residence. Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?
Xie Shizhu took a bath in a wooden tub. After she came out of the house, a servant passed by her, slipped a note to her, and quickly left.
She opened the note halfway back to the hall.
It said that the prince would stay at Xinyu Inn the day after tomorrow, and she wanted to steal the prince's token and then give it to Xie Xi.
The day after tomorrow is the day when the family of the Minister of Revenue will be paraded through the streets and beheaded. There will definitely be a huge crowd of people there, so it will be easy to steal something.
However, what made it difficult was that the person she stole was the prince.
After reading it, Xie Shizhu bent down and dipped the paper into the water in the pit. After a while, the words on the paper disappeared.
After dealing with everything, Xie Shizhu adjusted his mood, put on a smile and walked into the palace of the wise king.
The virtuous king was not at home at the moment, so Xie Shizhu strolled around his palace. Although it was still a bit shabby, the surroundings were extremely clean and spotless.
There was a faint medicinal fragrance in the hall, exactly the same as the smell on Song Yan.
She thought, Song Yan must be killing someone right now?
Xie Shizhu guessed correctly, Song Yan returned to the mansion dressed in black.
He immediately returned to the lotus pond, opened the dark room, changed his clothes, and went into the water to wash off the smell of blood on his body.
Soon he left the lotus pond and returned to the dark room.
At this moment, the snow-white dove was flapping its wings in the dark room.
Song Yan lowered his head and turned over the pigeon's feathers, took out the note, and spread it out. He saw that it said that the day after tomorrow when the Minister of Revenue was beheaded, the God of Thieves would definitely come, and hoped that he would seize this opportunity.
After he burned the paper, he closed the door of the dark room and returned to the temple.
As soon as I walked in, I saw a woman's back.
Her hair reached her waist, covering her slender waist. She was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, taking off her hairpin. When she heard footsteps, she hurriedly turned around.
Then when she saw it was him, she turned around and smiled, quickly stood up and bowed to him.
Song Yan's thin lips curled up casually, and then he said softly, "Princess, you've been waiting for a long time. You can go to bed now."
In fact, Xie Shizhu's feet were weak. She wondered in her heart whether the original owner would talk in his sleep.
It would be too frustrating if you were to fall into a deep sleep and say something in your sleep that would lead to your death.
Xie Shizhu pulled a stiff smile from her red lips, then looked at Song Yan's face, hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked forward.
In a moment, she stood in front of Song Yan.
Song Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her, a hint of confusion flashing across his eyes.
Xie Shizhu stretched out her hand and used her fingertips to untie his robe belt. Although she was a little unfamiliar with it, she was very serious and did not dare to slack off at all.
There was a slight fluctuation in Song Yan's eyes, as if only Xie Shizhu regarded him as a prince.
After untying his robe, Xie Shizhu wanted to move on to the next step, but Song Yan grabbed her wrist, stopped her and said softly, "No need, I can do it myself."
Xie Shizhu nodded obediently, let go of her hand, and stood aside, like a qualified lady.
Song Yan slowly undid his outer garment, leaving only his white inner garment, and turned to look at the woman who was still beside him.
He gently took Xie Shizhu's wrist and pulled her to the couch.
Xie Shizhu hesitated for a moment, then lay down and moved a little further inward, leaving a large empty space for Song Yan, and huddled himself in the corner.
Song Yan glanced at her, raised his hand to lower the curtain in front of the couch, and then slowly lay down beside her.
Xie Shizhu didn't dare to breathe, his whole body was stiff.
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