"I can only choose one," Lan Shuang hesitated, propping her chin with her round fan. "If I don't detoxify him, he'll be tortured to death. If I do, he'll be impotent for life. Neither seems very satisfying."
Lan Shuang sighed and said, "Xiao Baba, what do you think is more painful for a man, death or being impotent for life?"
888: “…”
I can't answer your question.
"Host, have you forgotten that I'm not a completely real person, but just a robotic system? You're asking me in vain!"
Lan Shuang was startled, then tapped her forehead: "Yes, I was really desperate and tried all sorts of methods. You don't have those worldly desires at all."
888: “…”
Please stop talking, I feel the worst.
"Forget it, let's wait and see. I still have a long time before I leave. It's unnecessary to think about this so early."
She stood up, put down her fan, and was about to pick up another storybook to read, but her peripheral vision caught sight of the handkerchief hanging on the shelf.
"By the way, I haven't washed Ming Wang's handkerchief yet."
Lan Shuang remembered this and quickly rolled up her sleeves, took down the handkerchief and soaked it in water. She rubbed it a few times, wrung it out, and then hung it directly in a ventilated place to let it dry naturally.
…
So when Ming Wang came the next morning, he saw his handkerchief fluttering in the wind.
He pushed his wheelchair forward and took it off. The handkerchief was already dry and looked no different from before, but when Ming Wang held it, he inexplicably felt that it was different in every way.
For some unknown reason, he wanted to lower his head to smell it, but as soon as he lowered his head, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Your Majesty, are you here so early?"
Lan Shuang had just put on her clothes and walked out with her hair loose without combing it.
Ming Wang turned around and was stunned for a moment, "...Hmm."
It's not like he had never seen her with her long black hair, but he didn't feel anything at that time. Now, he didn't know whether it was because he had something to hide, or because Lan Shuang looked harmless in her daze after just waking up, but King Ming didn't dare to look at her any longer.
Lan Shuang rubbed her eyes and sat down in front of the dressing table. Bi Qing stood behind her and combed and tied her hair.
Ming Wang did not leave either. He just sat there and watched quietly.
Lan Shuang's hair was of very good quality, as black and shiny as ink, and as smooth as silk. The wooden comb could comb it all the way through. Ming Wang felt itchy when he saw it and wanted to try it himself, but unfortunately he couldn't.
He withdrew his gaze with regret, lowered his head and twirled the handkerchief in his hand.
"I have already washed the handkerchief. Your Highness can take it back."
Lan Shuang saw Ming Wang's actions through the bronze mirror and reminded him.
Ming Wang nodded, folded the handkerchief in two and put it neatly into his lapel.
Lan Shuang noticed his cautiousness and asked softly, "Does the prince like orchids very much?"
There was nothing special about the handkerchief, except that the orchid embroidery was quite delicate, so she guessed that Ming Wang liked orchids.
Prince Ming nodded. "Yes, my mother loved orchids the most when she was alive. She said orchids were the most elegant of flowers, simple and noble. She loved collecting orchids whenever she had nothing to do. Even my name has the word 'Orchid' in it."
Lan Shuang was stunned, Lan?
To be honest, she still doesn't know what Ming Wang is called. She usually calls him "Prince Prince" and for convenience, the information also writes "Ming Wang".
Well... they have been together for almost half a month, and she still doesn't know the other person's name. It would be too funny if she told others about it.
To hide her embarrassment, Lan Shuang replied naturally, "The word 'Lan' does sound nice. It's suitable for naming boys and girls."
Ming Wang was keenly aware of something. His eyes darkened slightly, and his right thumb rubbed the ring on his left hand. "Come to think of it, you've never called me by my name."
Lan Shuang: “…”
Her scalp suddenly tightened. No, why do your words sound so strange?
Bi Qing suddenly cried out in alarm: "Princess, don't move. Be careful not to get your hair pulled by the hairpin."
"Oh, okay."
Lan Shuang barely suppressed the urge to turn her head.
She looked back in the mirror and saw Ming Wang sitting leisurely in the wheelchair, as if he had just said it casually.
Lan Shuang frowned and urgently called 888: "Xiao Baba, do you think what Ming Wang said just now was strange? Why does he sound like a neglected and resentful husband?"
888: "..." What kind of weird description is this?
He coughed lightly: "Host, are you overthinking it? I think it's quite normal."
Lan Shuang: "But..."
Seeing Lan Shuang remained silent for a long time, King Ming asked again, "What's wrong? Did you forget?"
Lan Shuang smiled and said, "How could that be? I..."
"My name is Jun Conglan, remember."
Ming Wang interrupted Lan Shuang again, and his sharp and deep eyes looked straight at her through the mirror.
Lan Shuang's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she subconsciously licked her lips. "Well, I remember, from Lan."
She hastily looked away, not daring to look at Ming Wang again.
Ming Wang slowly curled his lips.
Completely bewildered, Bi Qing inserted the last hairpin into Lan Shuang's hair and asked in confusion, "Princess, why is your face so red? Are you feeling hot? Or are you feeling unwell?"
As she said this, she reached out to touch Lan Shuang's forehead.
Lan Shuang dodged: "It's okay, maybe it's a little hot. Go and urge them. Is breakfast not ready yet? I'm hungry."
"Oh, okay, I'll go take a look."
Biqing went out after saying this. Lan Shuang breathed a sigh of relief and secretly looked at Ming Wang in the mirror, but saw that Ming Wang had lowered his head and was playing with the ring on his hand.
Maybe I was overthinking it, Lan Shuang comforted herself.
The dangerous look and eyes were all fake, just her hallucination.
Even if it was true, Ming Wang couldn't do anything to her.
Thinking of this, Lan Shuang felt relieved immediately.
The two of them finished their breakfast peacefully (each with their own ulterior motives). Prince Ming entered the palace, and Lan Shuang wandered around the mansion before returning to her den.
…
As soon as Prince Ming entered the palace, the emperor summoned him to the imperial study. The emperor inquired about his health as usual, and when Prince Ming became impatient, he got down to business. "Ninth brother, I've heard some rumors these days, all about Princess Ming..."
Prince Ming suddenly raised his head, his expression unfriendly: "Your Majesty, what is your intention in bringing this up? Do you think your humble servant's hat isn't green enough?"
The emperor didn't get angry even when yelled at. He smiled awkwardly and said, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to advise you not to listen to their nonsense. Hasn't Princess Ming already proven her innocence?"
"Hmph." Ming Wang snorted coldly and said nothing more.
"Speaking of which, Princess Ming is a beauty picked out of thousands. You don't even like someone like her?"
The emperor was worried: "You said you are not young anymore, but you still don't have any children. I feel really bad about this. If it really doesn't work out, I will find a few concubines for you."
Ming Wang held on to the armrests of his wheelchair.
He must have known about his impotence for a long time, but he had to pretend to be so to disgust him.
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