This king wants you, what qualifications do you have to say no?
Indeed, he is the master and he is a servant, so he does not have the right to say no.
Even if he wanted her to die, she wouldn't be able to escape.
Tang Yuyao pursed her lips hard, but in her impression, Zhao Ting would not say such words.
In her impression, although Zhao Ting didn't talk much or smile much, he was really a good master. Fortunately, he was able to take pity on her and save her life seven years ago. Knowing that she had nowhere to go, he took her back to his hometown and gave her a place to stay. Fortunately, in recent years, Prince An's Mansion has been peaceful, and there are no such shady tricks as those of high-ranking families, as well as violent behaviors such as masters beating servants to death.
Although he is a prince and a prince, he regards human life as human life.
But why would such a person say such a thing at this moment?
Also, didn't such a person send someone to kill her in his previous life?
Tang Yuyao also had doubts. She had doubts at the last moment when she was thrown off the carriage by a frightened horse, fell heavily on the rocks, and waited for death with blood flowing all over the ground. She had been serving Zhao Ting for five years and had liked him for five years. She always thought she understood him and knew that he was not such a vicious and cold-blooded person at all. However, she heard what Chen An said with her own ears and saw with her own eyes how he drove her away with disgust in his eyes.
Ears and eyes never lie together.
But when she came back and was asked by him holding her chin like this, she didn't even dare to say "no".
If she had told her, would he move his hand down now and strangle her to death?
Tang Yuyao suddenly felt that the person in front of her was extremely annoying. She closed her eyes tightly, as if her fear was lessened, and said, "Master, do you want a living person or a dead person?"
Zhao Ting's fingers were slightly stiff and his face tightened: "Dead person?"
Tang Yuyao did not dare to speak because she did not have the confidence to threaten Zhao Ting.
"You are a dead person, so be the dead person of Prince An's Mansion!" Sure enough, Zhao Ting's cold and angry voice rang in his ears.
Tang Yuyao opened her eyes, and Zhao Ting suddenly released her chin, stood up and strode back, but stopped after a few steps, turned his back to her and said: "Follow me, wait for me to take a bath!"
As a servant, unless you really die, the only way to go is to be obedient.
But Tang Yuyao didn't want to die.
She stood up and followed him, looking at Zhao Ting's back more than ten steps away. For the first time, she had a crazy thought in her heart. She doesn't want revenge, she just wants to leave well and find a small village or town to live peacefully. But Zhao Ting refused. He didn't want her to be his aunt at the moment. When Lu Qinghe issued the marriage decree in the future, she would still be dead.
Run away!
Calculating the time, the imperial edict granting marriage would not be issued for another month, so she had plenty of time to escape.
If you don't want to let people know that running away secretly won't work, then you can also ask for help, or... use scheming.
Zhao Ting wants her to be his aunt, so does that mean that he likes her even without Lu Qinghe? Even if you like it, you may play with it like a kitten or puppy, and then you can abandon it once something important comes up. But love is love after all, and within a month, she may not be able to do something with this love.
Tang Yuyao clenched her fists and increased her pace.
As soon as the day went dark, Tang Yuyao returned to the main room and asked people to light all the oil lamps in the house. After the water was delivered and tested the water temperature, she went to the closet for a while to pick up the clothes Zhao Ting was going to wear after bathing and stood guard at the door of the clean room. Having served Zhao Ting for many years, of course I know that he is not used to asking someone to take a bath next to him. The servant only needs to prepare water to test the water temperature, and prepare clean clothes.
She stood outside, inside the clean room where the heat was spreading. Zhao Ting put her hand on the edge of the tub and knocked it for a long time before calling someone: "I asked you to wait for me to take a bath. What do you want to do if you don't come in?"
Go in?
Tang Yuyao's eyes widened immediately and she rubbed her ears suspiciously.
"Come in!" A cold voice came from the clean room.
What are you going in for? Could it be that he suddenly changed his habits and wanted to have someone take care of him while he was bathing?
Or maybe it was just deliberately targeting her...
Tang Yuyao gritted her teeth and went in. She didn't believe it. Could he still eat her? She was dressed neatly, but even when she went in, he was the one without any clothes, so she couldn't bear the loss!
After carrying the clothes into the clean room, Tang Yuyao lowered her eyes and did not dare to look around. She went straight to the right and hung the clothes on the screen. Then she turned back to face the bathtub, her head bowed deeply: "What are your orders, Master?"
Zhao Ting leaned against the tub and looked up at her.
In the steamy clean room, the girl lowered her head but could see her already flushed cheeks. From a slight angle, she found that one of her ears was also red. Zhao Ting's heart beat twice, and he unnaturally withdrew his gaze.
"Rub my back." He turned around, his voice a little tight.
Just rub your back!
Although she entered Prince An's Mansion at the age of thirteen, Tang Yuyao knew that masters like Zhao Ting were rare. When most young masters take a bath, there is more than one maid serving them. What she is doing today is just something that others have done long ago. It is nothing. Who calls her a servant?
When Tang Yuyao walked to the bathtub, she took the handkerchief placed on the edge of the bathtub and wet it with water. Tang Yuyao was about to wipe it on Zhao Ting, but as soon as the handkerchief touched her body, she was so shocked that she immediately moved it away. Because Zhao Ting never let anyone take a bath next to him, even Tang Yuyao didn't know that his shoulders were covered with scars, and further down, his back was the same. It was an old injury from adulthood. Tang Yuyao touched it gently with her fingers, suspecting it was a whiplash.
But Zhao Ting, how come there are whip wounds on his body?
He is a prince! His biological mother is Concubine Li, who has been favored for twenty years. Who dares to bully him?
His soft fingers carefully touched the whiplash on his back. The old injury from more than ten years ago had obviously healed long ago, but at this moment, it suddenly started to itch. Zhao Ting didn't think of this incident before, he only tried to use rogue tactics to detain Tang Yuyao, but now she discovered the whip wounds on his body. He tensed up and didn't even know how to turn his head.
"What's going on? Who hit this?" Tang Yuyao blurted out.
Zhao Ting was silent for a moment and then said nonchalantly: "When I was a child, I liked to play with whips and accidentally hurt myself."
lie!
Regardless of whether you are an adult or a child, if you hurt your back and someone else hurts it, the angle of the scar cannot be the same.
He didn’t want to say it!
As a prince, and his mother's concubine is the favored concubine, if anyone can beat him, then there are probably only three people in the world who can. One is King Wu Zhao Yu, but judging from the current relationship between the two brothers, it doesn't look like him. The other two were his father and mother, the two people who were least likely to hit him.
Although she didn't like the way Zhao Yu looked at her today, Tang Yuyao had to admit that Zhao Yu still cared about a bit of brotherly love. On the contrary, the emperor and Concubine Li in the palace were more likely to be in bad moods every time Zhao Ting came back from Zhaohe Palace.
Tang Yuyao was inevitably a little distressed. Just when she was about to say something, her hand was suddenly grabbed. The wet hand that had just been taken out of the bathtub grabbed her wrist with a little force: "Yuyao, do you like it?" It belongs to me, right?" Although it was a question, the look on Zhao Ting's face was very sure.
He was so sure of it in the previous life, but his face was full of disgust in the previous life, but today - his eyes were full of expectation.
It's just a do-over, how could this happen?
This change is even a bit funny.
The trace of heartache in Tang Yuyao's heart completely disappeared. She wanted to deny it immediately, but when she thought about Zhao Ting learning that she was in love, about him not allowing her to leave Prince An's Mansion, about how he even wanted to raise her as his aunt... her eyes... After squinting, the expression in his eyes changed: "Master, do you like this slave?"
Zhao Ting suddenly tightened his hand and did not answer, but asked Tang Yuyao again: "You don't like me?"
Being held by his hand and unable to walk away or kneel down, Tang Yuyao lowered her head, looking frightened and uneasy: "I am just a servant, how dare you have such unreasonable thoughts? This is because there is no mistress in the palace. If Any slave who dares to have such thoughts will be killed with a stick."
Zhao Ting understood that it wasn't that Tang Yuyao didn't like it, but that he didn't dare and couldn't.
The depression in his heart in the past two days completely dissipated. He chuckled and said, "I like you, and I allow you to like you."
