hey-hey.
Shang Shaoyan took a deep breath, and for a moment he did not dare to look directly into Qiao Xiuyu's sincere eyes: "Young Master Lu, please come back to the manor with me."
...
Qiao Xiuyu hesitated before stepping into Shang Shaoyan's sedan chair.
After all, the customs of the Southern Chen Dynasty were not as open as those of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The Southern Chen Dynasty always emphasized the "separation of men and women". Would it be inappropriate for me to ride with Princess Heyang?
But the moment Shang Shaoyan opened the carved wooden door of the sedan chair, Qiao Xiuyu felt a delicate fragrance and a wave of heat, and immediately stepped into the sedan chair with renewed vigor.
Shang Shaoyan, who noticed Qiao Xiuyu's change, was speechless.
She glanced at the dapper-looking seventh prince of Northern Zhou with a somewhat indescribable expression, and suddenly regretted her lustful impulses.
Shang Shaoyan wanted to say something, but unexpectedly met Qiao Xiuyu's bright, clear and captivating peach blossom eyes, and suddenly he was speechless.
She could only awkwardly touch the tip of her nose and clear her throat: "Since you know I am a county princess of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, you must also know that I have an older brother. He is in poor health and doesn't pay much attention to the outside world, so naturally he doesn't know much about my relationship with you..."
Qiao Xiuyu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Shang Shaoyan with a slightly blank expression, seemingly not quite understanding what she was talking about.
Shang Shaoyan was somewhat puzzled. Was Qiao Zhuo really a prince? Why couldn't he understand her implied meaning? Wasn't this the essential "leaving room for interpretation" technique for palace intrigue and domestic power struggles?
But Qiao Xiuyu's next reaction made Shang Shaoyan realize that the reason he was sent to Nan Chen was not only because he couldn't speak, but also because of his not-so-bright appearance.
Qiao Xiuyu asked tentatively, "You mean, you're afraid we'll anger your brother to death...?"
Shang Shaoyan: "..."
You are very filial, but I am different.
So she had no choice but to make her point more clearly: "My brother isn't that kind of old-fashioned person. I mean, there's no need for us to let him know that I brought you back, understand?"
After hearing this, Qiao Xiuyu pondered Shang Shaoyan's classic use of ambiguity for a while and suddenly understood.
His eyes held a mixture of foolishness, admiration, and bewilderment: "But I feel that your brother couldn't possibly have missed it..."
Shang Shaoyan recalled Shang Yunlan's face, which would contort at the mere mention of striving, and his expression twisted for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure: "Don't worry, I am the one in charge of our household, he... is nothing to fear."
Hearing Shang Shaoyan's gritted teeth, Qiao Xiuyu immediately imagined a melodramatic love-hate relationship between siblings.
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