But who knows how filthy the heart of that noble and untainted young master really is?
From infancy to adolescence, Huo Xiaolong only had one suitor appear when she wasn't around; otherwise, there was none.
She's so outstanding and beautiful, how could no one be attracted to her?
Lan Tingche gazed at the moonlight and gently stroked Huo Xiaolong's head twice with his warm palm. It was so good that the girl was unaware of his innermost thoughts.
The Prince of Zhenbei must either never have a man in his life, or if he does, it must be a man who is willing to be subordinate to a woman. Coincidentally, he is good at embroidery and cooking, looks like her type, and is her childhood sweetheart.
The Marquis of Southwest believed that he was naturally invincible when it came to luck in love.
Huo Xiaolong leaned against him; how could the young girl not know his feelings?
No one of the opposite sex has ever liked her since she was a child, but Long'er doesn't think it's her fault. At first, she just thought that her fierce behavior scared away some men.
It wasn't until the Eighth Prince, who had been slapped several times by Huanlu Jie but couldn't be driven away, appeared that the girl realized it wasn't a matter of being fierce.
So that very night, the Prince of Zhenbei found Lan Yi on the rooftop.
"Shall we chat?"
"Your Highness...?" Lan was taken aback for a moment, then the guard continued to ask.
"What are you chatting about?"
The girl sat down beside him, crossed her legs, and asked...
"Let me tell you why I haven't had a man by my side all these years."
Lan was a little surprised when she heard the question, but then she realized what she was doing and answered.
"This... how could a mere bodyguard like me know? Your Highness is joking."
"Then let me ask you another way: Over the years, has your master ever sent you out to deal with any unwanted romantic advances around me?"
Lan Yi didn't answer, but Huo Xiaolong knew the answer from his silence. Long'er wasn't a boss who pressured others, so he only asked one last question.
"Brother Tingche, have you ever caused any deaths or injuries?"
Lan Yi hurriedly waved his hand and said
"No, Your Highness. My master always tells me when he calls me out that you have nothing, you're ugly, uneducated, and bad at martial arts. You think you can covet the Prince of Zhenbei? You're like a toad trying to eat a swan."
"What if they keep bothering me?"
“Oh, Your Highness, when my master stands there, which man wouldn’t feel ashamed? He can’t compare.”
Huo Xiaolong became increasingly delighted as she listened. She stood up, tossed a silver note to Lan Yi, and then said with a smug look on her face.
"Don't tell him."
"yes."
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