Qian Yeming nodded, and after a long moment, he said, "Xiao'er, I want to ask you for a favor."
"Well, if I can."
"If one day I'm not the heir to the throne, I still hope you can tell the authorities about this solution." He could sense that Murong Xiao's silence was largely due to his own concerns. However, this matter concerned the people's livelihood, and even if he were just a commoner in the future, he still hoped that the flood could be completely controlled.
"Okay, no problem." She wasn't unreasonable. She had two methods: one that would work in a month, the other that might take years, decades, or even decades. She agreed to it first and would see what happened next.
"Thank you."
Murong Xiao shook his head: "I told you that between you and me, there is no need to thank me forever."
"Let's go. It's almost midnight. Let's get ready for your acupuncture."
"Okay." Qian Yeming nodded, reached out and took Murong Xiao's hand and walked out of the study.
Qian Yeming's hands were large and soft. Martial artists typically had thick calluses on their hands, but to conceal his presence, he had found a potion that softened them. Whenever calluses formed, he would immediately soak them and scrape them off. Thus, his hands were as soft and smooth as those of a pampered prince from a truly royal family.
Holding tightly in such a big hand, strolling in the winding corridor under the flowers and the moon, facing the cool night breeze, admiring the quiet and melodious night view of the Prince's Mansion, Murong Xiao's heart also soared with the night breeze.
Holding your hand, growing old with you, in this life, nothing more to ask for. This is her pursuit and yearning in this life. No matter what the future holds, she will be satisfied as long as she can always be held by your hands.
Sharing the same cheerful mood as Murong Xiao, Qian Yeming couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips at this moment. On this quiet night, he walked leisurely holding his wife's hand, feeling that life was so beautiful.
Back in the bedroom, the bed sheets and quilts were newly laid out. All the colors in the room were based on red, making the whole room look cheerful.
As the silver needles landed on the painful spots one by one, beads of sweat oozed out of the snow-white, smooth, and textured skin. Under the candlelight, the translucent water droplets shone with a pearly luster.
Directly opposite her was a face as handsome as a demon, and a gaze that could almost burn her to death was fixed on her motionlessly.
Murong Xiao felt increasingly uncomfortable, her cheeks and body rapidly heating up unconsciously...
Suddenly, the monster frowned slightly, and Murong Xiao quickly pulled out the needle.
"I'm sorry, I pierced the wrong spot." Wiping the faint beads of sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, Murong Xiao apologized with a headache. She could operate the acupuncture points with her eyes closed, but she had just pierced the wrong spot in her shyness and embarrassment.
"It's okay, don't worry about it, it doesn't hurt at all." Qian Yeming's voice was slightly teasing.
He liked to see Murong Xiao being shy because of him. Every time this happened, he would feel that the perfect woman beside him was so real.
Murong Xiao was so stared at that she couldn't even give him acupuncture anymore. She coughed dryly and said, "Um...don't keep looking at me like that. You're distracting me."
Qian Yeming chuckled and said, "Will anyone die?"
"No human life will be lost, but you will suffer more."
"That's it, it's okay."
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