On weekdays, after Zhu Xuxing's morning dynasty, he would always greet his mother on time, and then go to the imperial study to discuss matters with his father, busy until lunch time. However, recently, Xu Zhihuai often didn't see him all day long.
She watched him go away in the morning light every day, waiting for him to return covered in moonlight. She looked forward to it, and the day passed leisurely.
Gradually, Xu Zhihuai got tired of it.
Although Zhu Xuxing had never neglected her, he would still find time to accompany her in his busy schedule, and even ordered people to send brocades and jewelry, but Xu Zhihuai never cared about these. She felt that she was becoming more and more like the thrush kept in a cage, well fed and drunk, pampered, and waiting to die in comfort...
This thought came and went quickly, so unlucky.
It was late at night, Xu Zhihuai took the initiative to go to the study to accompany Zhu Xuxing, and stayed there for two hours.
Zhu Xuxing was so engrossed in what he was doing that he forgot that there were other people around him. When the time was approaching, he slowly closed the document in his hand with tired eyes. Just as he was about to raise his hand to drink tea, he saw a snow-white wrist resting on the corner of the table. The delicate and smooth skin looked crystal clear under the candlelight, like the finest sheep. Fat white jade.
Zhu Xuxing's gentle eyes followed the thin white wrist. Xu Zhihuai was wearing a long gown, lying beside the table, sleeping quietly.
She is soft, safe and sweet.
He looked at her sleeping face, leaned closer, kissed her snow-white skin gently, and whispered intimately: "Huai'er, wake up."
In fact, Xu Zhihuai was not asleep at all. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Zhu Xuxing's eyes full of soft light, looking at her as if he wanted to melt her.
His eyes are so beautiful.
Zhu Xiuxing's breathing became rapid and his ears turned red.
She stretched out a pair of jade arms and wrapped them around his neck, breathing into the tip of his nose.
"Your Highness..."
She called him softly, murmuring in a tone that seemed to have some kind of bewitching charm. You can easily stir up his heart with just one breath.
Zhu Xuxing couldn't help but be fascinated. When he kissed her again, his face was hot and he couldn't help but press towards Xu Zhihuai...
After making love, Zhu Xuxing carried Xu Zhihuai to the hot spring. He personally wiped her body, and gently touched every inch of her skin with his big palms. He couldn't help but think back to the scene of affection just now.
Seeing that he was slightly lost in thought, Xu Zhihuai seized the opportunity and said, "What is your highness thinking about?"
"Of course I'm thinking of you."
Xu Zhihuai smiled sweetly: "If you don't believe it, His Highness must be thinking of someone else."
"Others? Ridiculous."
Zhu Xuxing lowered his head and kissed her shoulder gently, with endless tenderness.
Xu Zhihuai turned around slowly, looked into his eyes, and hesitated to speak: "The person your Highness misses most right now is the Marquis of Qingyi."
As soon as these words came out, Zhu Xuxing's eyes darkened slightly, and the hand caressing her back slowly stopped: "Even you can see it."
He was not surprised at all by her keenness, because she had always been smart and observant of everything.
Xu Zhihuai's eyes were full of joy: "I don't dare to speculate on His Highness's thoughts. It's just that His Highness has been unhappy recently, and I feel very sorry for him."
Zhu Xuxing hugged the softness in his arms tightly and soothed his tired body and mind. He mentioned the troubles in the court, the arrogance and domineeringness of the Xie family, and Wei Li's predicament.
Hearing that Wei Li would be in danger, Xu Zhihuai's mood was complicated and chaotic, a mixture of joy, anticipation, happiness and doubt.
Xu Zhihuai stopped there and didn't ask further: "Isn't that Qingyi Marquis very powerful? I think he must have the ability to slowly compete with the Xie family, just in time to vent his anger on His Highness."
Zhu Xuxing nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, he always has a way."
Early the next morning, after Xu Zhihuai saw off Zhu Xiuxing, he turned around and asked Aunt Nan: "Where is the news I want?"
Aunt Nan looked troubled: "My dear, please don't embarrass me. Isn't it possible that others can inquire about the whereabouts of the Marquis?"
"Auntie's abilities are no longer what they used to be. She has learned how to be lazy and cheat. Auntie, don't forget that the Marquis is your real son."
Aunt Nan suppressed her anger and said, "My only master is my wife."
"Then be obedient."
Xu Zhihuai was merciless and deliberately aggressive.
Aunt Nan gritted her teeth and muttered, "I'll just have to think of a solution later."
Three more days passed, but Xu Zhihuai did not wait for news from Aunt Nan, but instead waited for an invitation from the eldest princess.
She invited her to enjoy the flowers and drink tea, which was really a surprise.
Whenever he faced Zhu Weizhen, Xu Zhihuai couldn't help but be a little more careful.
She seems gentle and calm, but she actually hides a secret.
To put it bluntly, Xu Zhihuai couldn't see through her, not at all.
Flower viewing depends on the weather and mood. As it happened, it rained early in the morning and the gray sky was not pleasant enough.
The moment Xu Zhihuai stepped into Qianhua Palace, a gust of cool wind blew behind her, making her hair stand on end, as if something was quietly catching up and following closely behind her.
Xu Zhihuai couldn't help but look back, alert and sensitive.
Zhu Weizhen was making tea. When he saw her coming, he smiled softly: "I originally wanted to invite you to enjoy the flowers together, but it's a pity that God is not kind..."
Xu Zhihuai hurriedly knelt and saluted: "Greetings to Her Royal Highness the Princess. I am extremely grateful that Zhihuai can come to Qianhua Palace."
Zhu Weizhen waved his hand and motioned for her to come over: "It's just a cup of tea, not worthy of your gratitude."
She was still so kind, which made Xu Zhihuai inexplicably nervous.
Zhu Weizhen cooked tea with his bare hands and his movements were elegant: "The prince likes osmanthus the most, and I like jasmine the most. The fragrance is long and refreshing."
Xu Zhihuai took the tea bowl and responded obediently.
She concentrated on drinking her tea until the cup reached the bottom.
Zhu Weizhen sat opposite her, looking at the sky and the rain for a while, and then he said after a long time: "I heard that all your relatives are gone."
Xu Zhihuai tensed up and nodded.
"How pitiful... No wonder the prince pities you in every possible way."
Xu Zhihuai lowered his eyes and said nothing, thinking that she was going to continue to explore her tragic life experience and make a big fuss. Unexpectedly, Zhu Weizhen put down the tea bowl and said in a gentle tone: "Family members also rely on fate. In the future, if the prince loves you, you will be very lucky. "
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Zhihuai is deeply grateful."
Zhu Weizhen smiled: "It's good to know how to repay kindness. But don't forget, you still have a Bole."
Bole?
The mere word "district" made Xu Zhihuai nervous instantly. While she was still thinking about her words and how to answer, Zhu Weizhen pointed out her "old background" in an understatement.
"Wei Li is your Bole."
Xu Zhihuai was completely unprepared. His whole body was aroused by these words, and his heart and lungs were soaked with chills.
When Zhu Weizhen saw that her expression remained unchanged and she still maintained her dignified sitting posture, he said softly: "Did I say something wrong?"
Xu Zhihuai opened his mouth, not daring to answer and unable to answer.
Zhu Weizhen smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? I'm not Wei Li. I can't eat or hit people."
The tone of the conversation was as relaxed as chatting with her.
Xu Zhihuai raised his eyes slightly and looked at Zhu Weizhen calmly.
This woman is not simple.
