Mu Ange took An Ning's hand and walked step by step behind the screen.
There, a large wooden bathtub was being filled with steam.
Mu Ange released her hand, took off her outer robe, and entered the bathtub in front of An Ning.
"Your Highness, I'll head out now," An Ning said, her ears turning red.
"Halt! Help me take a bath."
"Chen Xun is outside."
"He is a man."
An Ning frowned: "I'm a woman, so it's even less appropriate, isn't it?"
Mu Ange suddenly turned his head and looked at her seriously: "You are the first woman to have seen my body..."
An Ning stared at him: "Your Highness, you don't actually like me, do you?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Mu Ange suddenly turned his head.
The air froze instantly.
An Ning heard him muttering to himself: I don't like her, I definitely don't like her. What's so good about her? Like an idiot, I have no shortage of women. I don't like her. Even if I only like her serving me, I still don't like her. Even if I don't mind her touch, I still don't like her. Even if I feel uncomfortable watching her suffer from the Golden Toad Gu, I still don't like her. Yes, I just don't like her.
"......."
An Ning stood behind him, staring at the back of his head, listening to his long string of denials, her heart churning like a stormy sea.
"I...actually, Third Master, there's always been someone in my heart..."
Mu Ange's body stiffened abruptly, as if frozen in a steaming medicinal bath.
Seeing that he didn't react, An Ning continued, "Third Master, I really want to see him again. Can you help me?"
She felt that if she relied on herself, she would probably never have the chance to see the man from that night again in her life. However, since the prince was so powerful, he might really be able to help her find him. Once she found him, she would explain all her thoughts to him.
Mu Ange lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing all his emotions.
"Who? Oh! The one with the mask?"
An Ning hummed in agreement: "I really want to see him again. Maybe if I do, my heart will be at peace."
Mu Ange sneered, "I didn't expect him to be such a lovelorn fool."
"Beg me, and I will help you find it." Mu Ange's tone grew increasingly cold.
An Ning bit her lip lightly: "Please."
Mu Ange never expected her to so easily utter the word "beg," all for a man! Well done, that's truly admirable.
"Okay, get out."
Anning hadn't heard Mu Ange speak to her so coldly in a long time.
"Then...soak for a little longer." When he came back, blood was seeping from his back again, probably because his wounds had reopened from all the movement he made while looking for him.
"No need for you to worry, Eunuch Ning."
An Ning was stunned: he had never said anything so high-sounding before.
He wanted to say something more, but Mu Ange coldly kicked him out.
For the next few days, he didn't ask An Ning to apply the medicine, and even the dormitory room that An Ning could usually enter was guarded by Chen Xun.
"Is he feeling better today?"
Anning asked from the doorway.
Chen Xun looked unwell: "I've taken the medicine and applied the ointment, but it's not getting better."
"How could this happen? I want to go in and see him."
Chen Xun hesitated for a moment: "His Highness said that unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."
An Ning's hand, which had been pushing the door open, froze. "Oh..."
Chen Xun watched An Ning's departing figure and sighed: What happened? She was fine just a few days ago.
In the afternoon, in the courtyard.
Mu Ange wielded the gun in one hand, moving up and down with remarkable grace and agility.
Chen Xun knelt on the ground, crying anxiously, "Your Highness, your injuries have not fully healed. You mustn't engage in such strenuous exercise! Your Highness, please stop!"
Mu Ange seemed not to hear, the silver spear drawing perfect arcs in his hand, while blood seeped from his back.
"Mu Ange, what are you doing?"
An Ning rushed over when she heard Chen Xun's cries, only to find him courting death.
Upon seeing An Ning, Chen Xun cried even louder: "Eunuch Ning, please persuade the Prince!"
An Ning walked quickly to Mu Ange's side: "Your Highness, if this continues, you will bleed to death!"
Mu Ange's hand, still brandishing the spear, didn't stop. Without even glancing at her, he said, "Eunuch Ning, what I do is none of your business. You have no right to tell me what to do."
An Ning pressed her lips together tightly: "But your injury was for me."
Mu Ange sneered: "Eunuch Ning, don't flatter yourself. When did I ever say it was for you?"
For some reason, An Ning's eyes suddenly reddened: "Even if it's not for me, don't treat yourself like this. It's your own body."
Mu Ange suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked down at her: "So what if I'm shameless? Tomorrow I'll send you back to the palace, and you don't need to come here again!"
After saying that, the spear whistled past An Ning and continued to fly up and down among Mu An's singers.
An Ning took a deep breath and walked straight forward. Just as Mu Ange's silver spear was about to pierce through her, she clenched her fists and stood still.
Mu Ange looked at her with a cold expression, but showed no intention of putting away his gun. She was just a little girl, how could he not be afraid?
Unexpectedly, An Ning remained completely still.
Mu Ange's eyes changed slightly. He took a step back and pulled the gun back with all his might, but the tip of the blade still grazed An Ning's right cheek, leaving a three-centimeter-long wound.
The sudden stinging pain made An Ning gasp, but she forced back the tears in her eyes and looked at Mu Ange, saying, "Your Highness, your body is your own responsibility. Your aunt certainly wouldn't want you to hurt yourself like this. I will return to the palace tomorrow and won't come back."
With a bang, Mu Ange threw the spear to the ground. Looking at the wound on An Ning's face, he felt extremely agitated.
But he didn't say a word and turned to leave.
Chen Xun cried out in shock when he saw his clothes soaked in blood.
An hour later.
Mu Ange lay on her side on the bed, her expression gloomy: "Has the doctor been seen?"
"After examining it, they said the wound wasn't deep and would heal in half a month."
"Has the scar removal medication been sent over?"
"It's already been sent."
"Oh, did she say anything?"
Chen Xun thought for a moment and said, "Say, thank you for your concern, Your Highness."
Mu Ange's face darkened further.
"You will escort her back to her residence tomorrow."
“Alright, but Eunuch Ning said he wants to go to Yichun Garden tonight.”
Mu Ange's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Oh."
Although I don't know what a girl like her would be doing in a place like that, but...
"Send a few people to follow along."
Chen Xun leaned close to his face like a mischievous child and asked, "Are you protecting Eunuch Ning?"
Mu Ange looked at him with a gloomy expression: "No, go kill her."
Chen Xun: ......
“Find someone, a man wearing a mask,” Mu Ange continued.
Chen Xun was immediately at his wit's end: a masked man? Where was he supposed to find such a little information? However, when the prince dealt with some troublesome matters, he always liked to use another identity while wearing a mask. But surely the prince wouldn't be so stupid as to look for himself?
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