They also provided assistance.
Especially Wenye, this girl never gambles, but she likes to watch others gamble. When she goes out shopping with nothing to do, she watches cockfighting. Over time, Huanlu learned how to gamble.
That night, Yuwen Sinian and Huanlu had just finished shopping and were on their way back to the palace when Yuwen Sinian and Huanlu were walking.
The two walked side by side, and every now and then the man would glance at the beautiful woman's gentle profile.
Just a few steps from the back gate of the Prince's Mansion, Yuwen Sinian stopped and called out to Huanludao.
"Girl, I'm very happy to have come out and play with you today."
"Young Master Wen, I am very happy too."
How could he not be happy? The Eighth Prince was carrying all those piles of cloth and snacks.
Huanlv did offer to help, but the other party wouldn't let him. A man's pride is the most important thing.
The man took a few steps forward and suddenly got very close to her. Huanlu clenched her fists tightly to prevent them from moving.
Yuwen Sinian handed everything to one hand, then touched Huanlu's hair with his other hand and said...
"I... love you."
Huanlv is a bit unsure what to say in this situation. Should she say, "Me too?"
The beauty under the moonlight had a slightly flushed face. Those who knew her well knew that this little maid was like this when she was anxious, but Yuwen Sinian thought she was a little shy, so he leaned down.
Before her red lips could even touch Huanlu, the beauty slapped her across the face.
Then she pretended to be terrified.
"I'm so sorry, Young Master Wen. You know I have some skills. I... I couldn't control myself."
Are you alright?
The Eighth Prince waved his hand, enduring the pain as he spoke.
"It's alright, you should go back to your residence soon, I'll come to find you another day."
Huanlu, carrying her things, walked into the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, turning back every few steps.
Only after the gate was completely closed did the group of guards jump out and lead Yuwen Sinian back to the palace.
The current Eighth Prince is the result of several days of recuperation. That night, the handprint on his face was even redder than that of Consort Qing in the palace, turning a deep purplish red.
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