It turns out that they are birds of a feather.
I originally thought that he was a loyal and upright person, but I didn't expect that he was so despicable.
Thinking of the handkerchief and sachet she carried with her, everything she had done these days seemed in vain.
There was a prostitute beside the prince. Seeing that the prince's hands were always stuck on Su Qingci's waist, a trace of jealousy flashed in her eyes.
The prostitute washed her hands, picked up a crystal clear grape, peeled it and handed it to the prince, "Your Highness, ah~"
The prince took it with a smile, but did not eat it himself.
He fed the grapes to Su Qingci's lips and then imitated the tone of a drunkard prostitute and said, "Qingci, ah~try it."
Vulgar and perverted!
Disgusting, absolutely disgusting!
"Well, why don't you eat it?" The prince asked when he saw her looking at the grape unmoved.
Su Qingci whispered, "Dirty."
The moment the words fell, everyone's faces turned unhappy, except for the drunken prostitute, who secretly became excited and wished that the prince would get angry immediately and punish her.
Su Songqi: "Qingci, what nonsense are you talking about? Apologize to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
The prince's face looked extremely ugly, but he did not speak in a hurry. Instead, he used much more force in his right palm, pinching Su Qingci's waist so hard that it hurt.
Su Qingci pretended to be extremely aggrieved and turned to look at the prince, with tears in her eyes that seemed about to fall, which made people feel very distressed.
She pointed at the drunken prostitute and said with a resentful look in her eyes, "Is there anything wrong with me saying she's dirty?"
Everyone then realized that she disliked the dirtiness of prostitutes, not the prince.
The prince's expression turned from gloomy to bright and he threw away the grapes in a good mood.
He lowered his head slightly and saw something sticking out from Su Qingci's sleeve. He took the initiative to pull it out and took a look. It turned out to be an embroidered handkerchief with Clivia.
She took it and wiped her hands with it nonchalantly, "This embroidered handkerchief is well made."
Su Songqi spoke at the right moment: "Originally, I embroidered this for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I hope His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't mind."
The prince smiled: "Really?"
He asked Xiang Su Qingci, "Is this really embroidered for me?"
Su Qingci faced Lu Huan's gaze and said with a stiff upper lip, "Yes, I hope Your Highness will not despise me."
There was a crisp "pa da" sound, which was particularly harsh in the box. Everyone looked over and saw that Lu Huan did not hold the wine glass tightly, and it fell to the ground and broke.
"Ziyi, what's going on? Are you drunk?"
Lu Huan smiled faintly, "I am a little drunk, I am sorry to have embarrassed you, Your Highness."
Ziyi? So that's his pen name.
He smiled today, but it was an ugly, fake smile, Su Qingci thought.
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