Shen Weiwan frowned, feeling that the man's eyes were somewhat familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before...
At this moment, the little monk who had just delivered the letter to Shen Weiwan ran over with another letter in his hand.
"Miss Wanwan, the young man just now asked me to give this to you."
Shen Weiwan took the letter in surprise, opened it, and saw the familiar wild handwriting:
"This is the first time I've seen someone roll on the ground and pray for blessings. If you roll into my room again, you'll have to pay me a 'ground fee'."
The signature is still the same character "煜".
"This king?" Shen Weiwan took a breath of cold air, and suddenly remembered the dark golden lotus pattern on the man's cuffs just now - that was a pattern that only princes could use!
"Chun Tao!" She grabbed the maid's hand, her voice trembling. "That person just now... seemed to be the Seventh Prince Xiao Yu!"
Chun Tao was also shocked: "Seventh Prince? Is he the legendary least favored yet smartest Seventh Prince?"
Shen Weiwan nodded, her mind buzzing. No wonder he looked familiar. In her previous life, she had seen the Seventh Prince from a distance several times, but he always looked so idle, completely different from the scheming young man just now.
"Why is he in Hanshan Temple? And on a secret visit?" Chuntao asked in confusion.
Shen Weiwan rubbed her eyebrows, and suddenly remembered something, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Who cares! Anyway, he just saw me rolling around so embarrassedly, and he laughed at me..."
She shook the letter in her hand. "But as for this 'land fee'... I'm not that easy to bully!"
Chuntao looked at the gleam in her young lady's eyes and knew what tricks she was up to.
"Miss, what do you want?"
Shen Weiwan carefully put the letter away and clapped her hands: "Why? Of course I'm going to ask him to return it! He's been watching me for so long, he should at least treat me to a vegetarian meal, right?"
Chuntao: "..." Miss, are you missing the point?
At the same time, in the Zen room.
Xiao Yu played with the jade cup in his hand, looking at the direction where Shen Weiwan disappeared, the smile on the corner of his mouth lingered.
"Your Highness," a black-clad guard walked out from behind the screen and bowed, "Is that woman just now the General's daughter, Shen Weiwan? As you said, she is very interesting."
Xiao Yu hummed, remembering the dusty yet forced calm look of Shen Weiwan when she rolled in, a smile flashed in his eyes: "Ten carts of grain shaking the mountain gate, rolling on the ground to pray for blessings... This Shen Weiwan is much more interesting than those well-behaved noble ladies in the capital."
The guard couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, why are you so concerned about her? She's just a woman in the harem..."
Xiao Yu put down his teacup, his eyes falling on the blooming locust flowers outside the window. His tone was calm but with a hint of deep meaning: "A harem girl? She can fool an old fox like Liu and bring disgrace to Li Xiu. This Shen Weiwan is more than just a 'harem girl'."
He thought of the things he had heard in his previous life. Shen Weiwan had a miserable ending in her previous life, but she seemed like a different person in this life. She used many tricks to turn the general's mansion upside down, but it also made people feel refreshed.
"Moreover," Xiao Yu raised a meaningful smile, "I think she and I...are quite compatible."
Guard: “…” Your Highness, are you sure it’s not because you feel fresh that someone rolled into your room?
Xiao Yu seemed to see through his thoughts and glanced at him: "Go check Liu's recent accounts and see how much she did for those ten carts of grain."
"yes."
After the guards left, Xiao Yu picked up a piece of rice paper on the table. On it was a picture of Shen Weiwan rolling on the ground in a mess. Next to it was a line of small words: "Naive and adorable, quite childlike."
He looked at the painting and chuckled, “Chen Weiwan… is quite interesting.”
Shen Weiwan took Chuntao around Hanshan Temple, under the pretext of "looking for the Seventh Prince to pay the land fee", but in fact she wanted to see if she could meet Xiao Yu again and find out about Liu's background.
As she passed the guest room area, she heard a quarrel coming from Liu's room.
"...What did you say? The key to the warehouse is still in her hands? Didn't I tell you to find a way to get it?" Liu's voice was sharp.
"Madam," a man said cautiously, "The eldest lady is keeping a close eye on me, and the old housekeeper has also been keeping a close eye on me recently. I really can't find an opportunity..."
"Useless! A bunch of useless!" Liu was furious. "If we can't find the key, once she finds out about the General's property, we'll all be left with nothing!"
Shen Weiwan quietly lay on the window paper, sneering in her heart when she heard it. Liu Shi really couldn't sit still anymore, and began to look for the key to the warehouse anxiously.
"Ma'am," the male voice continued, "how about we... use some other method?"
"What method?"
"That is..." The man lowered his voice, "Find a reason to ground the young lady, or..."
Shen Weiwan didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, she only felt a chill running up her spine. Is Liu's family desperate?
She was about to move closer to listen when a teasing voice suddenly came from behind her: "Little donor, eavesdropping is not a good habit."
Shen Weiwan shuddered with fear and almost bumped into the window. She turned around suddenly and saw Xiao Yu standing behind her, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, looking at her with a smile.
"Seventh...Seventh Prince?" Shen Weiwan stuttered and cursed herself in her heart that she was unlucky and how could she be seen by him again.
Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Little donor, do you know me?"
Shen Weiwan quickly shook her head: "I don't know him, I just guessed because he has an extraordinary demeanor..."
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