Chapter 6 Shen Chu's wrists were whiter than a woman's.
Because of the recent murder, the officials from the Jingzhao Prefecture had all left, and Jingguo Temple was very quiet.
The dark room where she spent the night with Pei Yuan was located in the northwest corner behind the main hall.
Before she could get close, a young novice monk blocked Chen Chu's way.
"Please wait, benefactor. There is a distinguished guest ahead who is staying overnight."
Shen Chu was surprised.
Isn't this the darkroom where incense and candles are kept?
Who's so peculiar as to stay in such a dimly lit room?
"Please inform the master that I need to look for something and will be leaving soon."
"Please wait a moment, benefactor."
The young novice monk went into the courtyard and soon came out again.
"Please come in, young master."
Chen Chu thanked the young novice monk, pushed open the door and entered, when a gust of wind suddenly rushed towards him.
She instinctively dodged to the side, but the jade fan in mid-air suddenly changed direction and struck her calf with a snap.
Her calf hurt, and she knelt on the ground.
A slightly chilly voice sounded from above.
"You disturbed my sweet dreams, do you know your crime?"
That sound...
It's Pei Yuan again!
Shen Chu cursed his bad luck and subconsciously looked out the window.
The setting sun on the horizon was like blood, but it was still light outside. What sweet dreams could one have?
Daydreaming?
She lowered her eyes and cupped her hands, saying, "I was unaware that the Sixth Prince was here. I apologize for any disturbance."
While apologizing, he quickly swept the room while replying, especially around the bed, at the foot of the bed, and even under the bed.
No purse was found.
Could it be that she guessed wrong, and the purse didn't fall here?
Or has it already been picked up by Pei Yuan?
Just as I was hesitating, everything suddenly went dark.
Pei Yuan's cool voice rang out from above, "You've become so obsequious just because I, the prince, have something on you?"
Where is your scholarly pride? Where is your unyielding spirit?
Shen Chu chuckled dryly, "I understand the principle that those who know when to yield are the heroes."
Pei Yuan laughed with extreme disdain, "Raise your head and repeat what you just said to this prince."
Chen Chu looked up.
Pei Yuan rested his arms on his knees, leaning against the headboard, looking down at her with heavy dark circles under his eyes and a hint of malice in his reddened gaze.
This guy is really unpredictable.
Shen Chu looked away and lowered her eyes slightly. "I was ignorant before and offended Your Highness in many ways. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."
"Hmph, you're just saying that. Now, tell me, what are you doing here?"
Chen Chu pursed her lips, not daring to say that she had come to find her purse.
His gaze swept over the bed behind Pei Yuan without making a sound. The bed was neat and tidy, and there was no trace of the purse as far as the eye could see.
But I accidentally caught a glimpse of a small patch of dried blood on it.
Her face instantly flushed; it was her virginity.
A day has passed, and the bed sheet is still the same one from last night.
What are Pei Yuan's quirks?
How could someone lie down and sleep on it without letting anyone clean it up?
Does this make it easier to sleep?
The scene from last night flashed through her mind instantly, and her face flushed.
"Speak up, are you here looking for something?"
Pei Yuan grew impatient when he didn't receive her answer.
Her heart pounded, fearing Pei Yuan would see through her, and she blurted out, "Chen Chu came to see Your Highness to ask what I need to do to forget what I saw this morning?"
laugh.
Pei Yuan's captivating peach blossom eyes held a hint of cold mockery.
"Trying to negotiate with me, the prince?"
"Shen Chu dares not."
"It's best if you don't dare. Don't try to test this prince again, or I'll throw you into the Jingzhao Prefecture."
Chen Chu silently cursed Pei Yuan's ancestors for nineteen generations in his heart.
Not only did I not find my purse, but I also ran into my nemesis Pei Yuan again. What bad luck!
The room quieted down, the setting sun cast its last rays, and the room gradually darkened.
Shen Chu moved her slightly numb legs, looked up slightly, and saw Pei Yuan leaning against the headboard with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
She quietly got up.
"Did I, the prince, allow you to leave?"
Shen Chu froze. "What will it take for Your Highness to let Shen Chu leave?"
"You can leave only when I fall asleep."
Shen Chu... If you can't sleep all night, am I supposed to kneel all night?
Her gaze shifted slightly, landing on a scroll of scripture on the table beside her.
It was a scroll of the Great Perfection of Wisdom Sutra, with a sheet of Xuan paper underneath, the beginning of which had just been written.
"Shen Chu is willing to copy the scriptures for Your Highness as an act of forgiveness."
Pei Yuan snorted but didn't say anything.
When Shen Chu took his tacit consent, he rolled up his sleeves, sat down, and began copying the book.
The room was quiet.
Pei Yuan turned his head and his gaze fell on Shen Chu, who was writing at her desk.
He stood upright, like a clump of bamboo, his wrist suspended as he held the brush, his strokes flowing smoothly, and the part of his wrist exposed outside his sleeve was slender and white.
Wow, a man's wrist is even whiter than a woman's.
He snorted coldly and slowly closed his eyes.
After Shen Chu finished copying a scroll of scripture, she noticed that the breathing behind her was steady. She turned her head and saw Pei Yuan leaning against the headboard, seemingly sleeping soundly.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I can't find my purse today, I'll have to think of another way.
Shen Chu left quietly.
Pei Yuan woke up not long after she left.
Jinbao, the personal attendant, lit a lamp and came in, asking softly, "While the smell in the room hasn't completely faded, would Your Highness like to sleep a little longer?"
Pei Yuan shook his head and slowly stood up.
He has had difficulty falling asleep since childhood and suffers from nightmares for many years. Last night, after spending the night with a strange woman, he slept very soundly, so soundly that he did not even notice when she left.
This is unprecedented.
So he didn't cancel the darkroom or have it cleaned up, wanting to see if the atmosphere in the room had a sleep-inducing effect.
I didn't expect to be woken up by Chen Chu just as I fell asleep.
Pei Yuan took out the lake-blue purse from his pocket, held it to his nose and gently sniffed it. The cool fragrance emanating from the purse calmed his gloomy mood.
"Go check out of the room. This purse might be what actually put me to sleep."
Jinbao was overjoyed. "But the herbs in the purse are useful? Why don't we go back and have the imperial physician prepare the same prescription based on the herbs? Maybe it can help His Highness fall asleep."
"Hmm. What about Sun Yan? Have you found out who the woman I was with last night was?"
"We've already checked. We went to each prefecture and got a sachet containing calming medicine. We're comparing them now."
However, there were quite a few female relatives who came to worship Buddha, making it difficult to investigate in a short time.
After Jinbao finished his report, he couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, haven't you always looked down on Scholar Shen? Why did you let him go today?"
Pei Yuan slightly raised his eyelids, recalling the scene that morning when he saw Shen Chu calmly throw two dead bodies into the room of the Marquis of Changning, and couldn't help but smile faintly:
"The Marquis of Changning's family are all cowards. I originally thought Shen Chu was one of them, but today he seems to have some backbone."
Bloodlust?
Jinbao scratched his head, recalling Shen Chu's gentle and refined appearance, "How does Your Highness interpret the word 'bloodthirstiness'?"
Pei Yuan didn't speak, but picked up the copied scriptures from the table and raised his eyebrows slightly.
The handwriting is like a wild horse, possessing a wild and unrestrained vitality.
He couldn't help but recall Shen Chu's overly clear eyes; even when he spoke obsequiously, there was no servility in his eyes.
He'd seen plenty of people who said one thing but meant another.
But this Shen Chu is quite interesting. His eyes are like those of the puppy whose leg he broke when it was a puppy. It clearly wants to bite him, but it has to lower its eyes and wag its tail to beg for mercy.
The feeling of hating him but being unable to get rid of him is truly satisfying.
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