Chapter 400 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (11)
During this week, He Liming was extremely caring towards Qingwu, wishing to make up for all the years he had spent in the cold palace.
Before, He Liming’s own foundation was unstable, and he could only provide limited support to Qingwu.
And at that time, his main purpose was also revenge, so he just needed to hide Qingwu and protect her.
In order to avoid being exposed, He Liming himself had rarely seen Qing Wu.
Now that I think about it, he really missed a lot.
He Liming felt deeply regretful and guilty.
so......
Now that he has the opportunity, He Liming personally takes care of Qingwu's daily life.
From dressing and washing to eating and living, he did everything himself.
Fortunately, Qingwu had never been taught in detail before, and she did not have any strict precautions between men and women.
He Liming has always had the image of a eunuch, so he won't care.
He Liming did this for his own purpose.
He wanted to infiltrate Qingwu little by little, making her gradually get used to his presence and even become inseparable from him.
He hoped that their relationship would become closer and closer, and it would be best if they could be closely connected no matter what happened.
He Liming's efforts have indeed achieved certain results.
At least, Qingwu would not resist He Liming. In fact, under his careful care, she was spoiled by him and became vaguely dependent on him.
Qing Wu seemed defenseless as she let He Liming comb her hair and tie her hair, acting very naturally, even when he was changing her clothes for the first time -
In the warm tent, the girl's skin was as white as snow, emitting a soft luster like pearls.
He Liming suppressed the throbbing in his heart, calmed his inner turmoil, and then gently fastened her bra.
During this process, He Liming's fingertips would sometimes accidentally brush against her slender waist.
Qingwu was completely unaware of anything.
......
Ever since Qingwu moved in, He Liming has been paying special attention to her diet.
He Liming personally prepares all the daily meals.
The emerald white jade soup contains precious century-old ginseng, and the silver threads are wrapped with delicate bird's nest fragments. He even adds petals picked with dew in the early morning to an ordinary jasmine tea, just to let her taste the purest and most delicious tea aroma.
Under He Liming's careful care, Qingwu's complexion gradually improved.
Her originally elegant and refined appearance was now even more beautiful than a lotus flower emerging from the water, pure and charming, stunningly beautiful.
Although Qingwu is still frail now, she doesn't look weak.
He Liming himself didn't realize that the look in his eyes when he looked at Qing Wu was becoming more and more obsessed.
In this way, the days passed one by one and the week went by quickly.
Finally, on this day, He Liming suddenly received some urgent matters to deal with, and he had to leave Longming Palace temporarily.
Qingwu sat quietly beside the bed, looking thoughtfully in the direction where He Liming left.
Judging from the ugly look in He Liming's eyes when he left, it seemed that he would not appear for a certain period of time.
While he was deep in thought, a voice suddenly came from outside Longming Palace.
The vermilion-lacquered palace gate burst open, and the gilded beast head holding a ring shone coldly in the twilight. Without waiting for Qingwu's consent, Wen Xingzhi stepped straight into Longming Palace.
It was as if this was not someone else's palace, the king's bedroom, but his prime minister's residence.
Inside the palace, the newly tributed ambergris on the desk was rising in wisps, and its fragrance filled the air, but it could not cover up the increasingly approaching footsteps outside the palace.
The golden cloud pattern on the black official robe rose and fell with his steps, and the jade belt buckle at his waist made crisp sounds from time to time as he walked, which seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet palace.
The guards behind him were unable to stop him and were nailed to the spot by that seemingly nonchalant gaze, even their breathing froze.
Dressed in the prime minister's official robe, he was calm and composed, yet his aura was greater than that of an emperor.
But his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and he has the demeanor of a gentleman.
A week is enough time for Wen Xingzhi to find out the whole story.
He Liming was ambitious and wanted to kill all the descendants of the previous emperor, leaving almost no one alive.
Although Wen Xingzhi tacitly agreed to this, He Liming took advantage of Wen Xingzhi's inattention and left this little prince behind...
It feels weird no matter how I think about it.
Also, how did Wen Xingzhi grow up?
He himself came from the bottom of society and had experienced countless strange skills and crooked ways.
In such an environment, there is naturally no shortage of people who know how to disguise themselves, not to mention this simple disguise that only involves changing gender.
The level of this disguise is so poor, it is full of loopholes.
Wen Xingzhi thought that such a crude disguise could probably only fool the simple-minded Chi Yunjian.
Ever since he first saw Qingwu, he had some vague guesses in his mind.
Such a delicate and slender prince...
Rather than being malnourished, it seems more like she was originally a delicate girl.
Hiding someone in the palace is neither difficult nor easy.
But he found out about Qingwu's food, clothing and other expenses - they were all women's share.
In order to further verify this speculation, and also to find out He Liming's true purpose, of course, there might be some subtle thoughts at work that even he himself couldn't explain...
Wen Xingzhi chose to come over and take a look.
Anyway, the one-week deadline has arrived, and according to the agreement, Qingwu should accept his teachings.
What's more, there was no place in the palace where he could not go.
......
Just as the carved wooden door was pushed open, Qingwu's fingertips just hovered on the knot of the bra straps.
Qingwu naturally heard the sound, but she had no time to do anything else.
As the sound of the copper bells ringing on the eaves lingered, she lowered her head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.
Her jade fingers lightly lifted the silk bra that had just been tied tightly, as if inadvertently loosening it by half an inch.
The subtle sound of silk rubbing against skin, intertwined with the scent of agarwood in the tent, was like a dense net, enveloping the entire space.
The shadow of the curtain reflected the delicate and trembling eyelashes, blending panic and charm into one.
Steady footsteps were heard outside the screen. Qingwu bit her lower lip, revealing half of her sleek neck.
She pretended to be in a hurry to get dressed, but the more anxious she was, the harder it was to get dressed.
It was as if all the clothes were against her, making her feel flustered.
But outside the screen, Wen Xingzhi's steps seemed to be very relaxed.
It seemed that no matter what He Liming was thinking, or what other ideas the little princess had, they could not escape his eyes.
After all, the court is now under his control.
Once he had thoroughly understood He Liming's intentions, if this little princess dared to stand in his way of ascending the throne, then he would...
Wen Xingzhi's expression suddenly froze, and his usually calm eyes froze in an instant.
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