Mrs. Zhu quickly took Zhu Xuelian away from this place of trouble.
…
Ye Guixuan was walking in Prince Hong's Mansion and picked up a scented handkerchief.
"This servant pays homage to the Third Prince!"
A reckless little maid hurriedly knelt in front of him.
There is a poem written in small calligraphy with hairpin flowers on the handkerchief.
"Looking back at the desolate place, I return home, neither wind nor rain nor clear." (Su Shi)
This shouldn't be the maid's handkerchief.
"Don't be afraid, I won't eat you."
The gentle Third Prince asked softly, "Is this your handkerchief?"
She knew clearly that it wasn't hers, but she still asked this question.
The maids felt that he was very close to them.
The maid was no longer so nervous.
On the contrary, her cheeks were flushed, clearly showing that she was shy.
"In reply to Third Prince, this is the concubine's handkerchief... I am the concubine's maidservant who came with her as a dowry... Please return the handkerchief to me, Third Prince, so that I can report to my superiors."
"Please, Third Prince~"
To be honest, this maid is not very pleasing to the eye.
But since she is by Zhu Xianyue's side...
"Get up. You're so clever, how could I bear to let you suffer any injustice? What's your name?"
The maid's face turned even redder: "My humble name is Pinhong..."
"How many years have you been serving the concubine?"
"Ten, ten years..."
"oh……"
“…”
Ye Guixuan got a lot of information about Zhu Xianyue from Pinhong.
He also knew that Zhu Xianyue was indeed weak and incompetent in the past, bullied by others, and had no sense of existence.
Even if she is stunningly beautiful, she is just a vase, boring and fragile.
But after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he seemed like a different person.
The eyes, temperament and preferences are all different.
Pink Hong didn't understand what was going on.
But she knew clearly that Zhu Xianyue was still Zhu Xianyue, and there was no change.
Ye Guixuan considerately helped Pinhong tidy up the loose hair on her temples.
"Go and serve your concubine."
"Yes, yes..." Pinhong walked away with a red face, looking back every few steps, reluctant to leave.
When Pinhong's figure disappeared, the gentleness on Ye Guixuan's face was gradually replaced by gloom.
--I see.
He was certain that Zhu Xianyue had been hiding her abilities before.
She must have something extraordinary about her.
Although he didn't know what it was, Ye Guixuan was sure that Zhu Xianyue was at least much stronger than that idiot Zhu Xuelian.
The hand that picked up Zhu Xianyue's dropped handkerchief was his right hand;
And the left hand was just used to comb Pinhong's sideburns.
Ye Guixuan placed his right fingers in front of his nose.
Close your eyes and you can almost smell the scent of handkerchief.
…
The wedding night.
Ye Guihong has a good alcohol tolerance, but today, he was still drunk.
The Ninth Prince stumbled into the bridal chamber.
Everything is ready: the veil is lifted and the wedding wine is poured. The servants have already left.
At this moment, Ye Guihong vomited with a "wow".
All I saw was a mess.
He even wanted to vomit again just by smelling it.
Zhu Xianyue took out a hangover medicine from the blood jade bracelet and gave it to him.
After a while, Ye Guihong felt much better.
When he opened his blurry eyes, he unexpectedly saw Zhu Xianyue cleaning up the mess he had vomited...
Ye Guihong hurriedly stopped her.
"... Take a break. This is not what you should do."
Zhu Xianyue lowered her eyebrows and said amiably, "Ninth Prince, I am your concubine, and this is as it should be. Ninth Prince, you don't have to feel sorry for me."
"...Who said I felt sorry for you? I was just worried that you'd run out of strength and it would be inconvenient for us to have sex later!"
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