Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

The tiny wood chips slid away from my palm little by little and fell to the ground.

Shen Xiyue was concentrating, watching the wood in her palm gradually take on the outline of Murong Xuan, and suddenly asked softly: "You didn't answer my question today, did we know each other before?"

Murong Xuan paused and looked at her with his narrow eyes for a while, "I don't know her."

Shen Xiyue wanted to ask more, but Murong Xuan squeezed her hand and said, "Focus, don't carve my nose crooked."

Later, Shen Xiyue also became fascinated and didn't ask any more questions.

She was looking forward to being able to carve out the image of Murong Xuan with her own hands.

Gradually, she also mastered some woodcarving techniques. Every stroke was carefully carved, and the wood, which she had poured her heart and soul into, gradually took on a more delicate appearance in her hands.

She became more and more excited, and before she knew it, the sky was filled with stars.

Murong Xuan urged her several times before she put down the carving knife and went back to her room to rest.

The wood carving in my hand is still quite rough.

Shen Xiyue frowned and looked at him for a long time. She felt that Murong Xuan's beautiful appearance and cold and proud charm could not be displayed in her hands at all, and she couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

Murong Xuan chuckled and put the puppet away. "If I told you to learn it right away, what would happen? Don't worry, I'm right beside you. You can practice whenever you want."

Shen Xiyue glanced at him, lowered her eyes and smiled, muttering softly: "It seems that learning slowly is also possible."

I don’t know what’s going on, but after he said that, it seemed like there was no need to panic.

The old nanny cleaned up two empty rooms. Shen Xiyue stepped over the threshold. Just as she was thinking that the nanny knew the rules, Murong Xuan followed in.

Shen Xiyue was stunned for a moment, and Murong Xuan went into the house first. He turned around and saw Shen Xiyue still standing stupidly at the door. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes and said with a half-smile: "Can I still eat you?"

Shen Xiyue blushed: "Your Highness, you sleep in this room, I will sleep in the other one..."

Murong Xuan sat on the bed and looked at her calmly: "Come in first."

Shen Xiyue hesitated for a moment, but still went into the room first. She saw Murong Xuan sitting beside the bed in his clothes. He looked at her and said, "Put your hand over here."

Shen Xiyue subconsciously asked: "What is your highness going to do?"

But he still reached out his hand.

At this time, Murong Xuan had a small jade bottle in his hand, and a cool medicinal fragrance filled the air. He picked up some on his fingertips, grabbed Shen Xiyue's hand and gently applied it on the knuckles where she had just held the carving knife.

"Apply ointment to areas where you have exerted yourself physically, so that calluses do not form."

Shen Xiyue suddenly realized: "No wonder... His Highness is quite skilled and can also carve wood, but there is not a single mark on his hands."

If his hands had calluses on the palms like his father's, one could tell at a glance that he was a martial artist, but his hands were as natural as jade, without a single flaw.

He lived very cautiously.

Murong Xuan spread the cream evenly on her hands, and then squeezed her palms lightly as if reluctantly: "Okay, go to bed."

Shen Xiyue nodded and looked back at him before leaving.

He was smoothing out the quilt and slowly lying down, not showing the slightest discomfort from sleeping in the wilderness.

Very early the next day, Shen Xiyue was awakened by Murong Xuan.

At that time, Maoping and Shuangye were driving a carriage and parked on the side of the road waiting.

Shen Xiyue got into the carriage with Murong Xuan in a sleepy state. It was already dawn, and Shen Xiyue thought she could catch up on her sleep in the carriage.

As a result, just as she closed her eyes, Murong Xuan's voice rang above her head: "You were exhausted last night, go to sleep."

It would be fine if he didn't say anything, but these words...why do they sound so weird?

Shen Xiyue twitched her lips: "......"

Murong Xuan smiled faintly: "You didn't go to bed until late last night, aren't you tired?"

Shen Xiyue held her forehead and decided not to talk to him.

Murong Xuan took out the puppet from his sleeve, rubbed it gently with his fingers, and said, "It's worth it."

Shen Xiyue took a closer look and asked, "Why are you still carrying this?"

The carving was so crude that she was embarrassed to let him see it.

She hurriedly reached out to grab it, but Murong Xuan retracted his hand, leaving her with nothing.

Murong Xuan held her in his arms and said, "Go to sleep. We have a long way to go. We have to go back to the capital."

Shen Xiyue raised her eyebrows, suddenly realizing: "...Yesterday was the day we had decided to return to Beijing, but you took me to the mountains to play. Were you deliberately trying to distract someone?"

Murong Xuan nodded and chuckled, "Maoping has already ordered a group of people to take their luggage and leave by boat."

Shen Xiyue asked: "Then let's go by land?"

Murong Xuan touched her hair: "So smart."

Shen Xiyue was very sleepy. She didn't bother to say anything else and just nestled in his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

In my dreams, I look forward to returning to Beijing and completely changing everything in my previous life.

-

The news of the prince's return to the capital spread back to the capital at lightning speed.

Wenyuanhou Mansion.

Qi Xun has been recuperating for nearly two months. Although he has not yet recovered to normal and walking is difficult, he can finally stand up.

He was suffering greatly during these days of being confined in the mansion.

Although his mother took good care of him, his father would scold him every now and then. But this time, his face looked particularly solemn.

When Qi Xun asked, he learned that the sickly Crown Prince Murong Xuan, during his trip to the south of the Yangtze River, not only got to know all the officials along the way, but also followed the clues to investigate the brothels in Hangzhou.

Even by coincidence, he came across opium docked in Hangzhou.

His face turned pale and he became nervous: "Dad, how did the prince know this? These things were all secretly planned by Zhilan for my cousin Prince Yao... Could it be that Zhilan was also captured by the prince?"

When Lord Qi heard the name Zhilan, he was furious: "You evil creature, how dare you mention that bitch! All the troubles of the Qi family are related to her!"

Mrs. Qi immediately became unwilling: "You can say whatever you want, but don't scold my son."

Lord Qi's beard was shaking with anger: "You are still protecting this evil boy! Do you know how much trouble he has caused?"

Qi Xun was afraid of his father, but he couldn't bear to hear anyone scolding Zhilan, so he quickly defended himself, "Dad, Zhilan is not a bitch! Think about it, if these things hadn't been discovered by the prince, it would have been quite good for my cousin King Yao!"

Lord Qi snorted coldly, pointed at his nose and cursed: "But didn't it find out anyway? She knew the truth was exposed, so she ran away without a trace, without even thinking about the fact that the Crown Prince was about to return to the capital, so who would be the unlucky one!"

Qi Xun heard from his father's words that Zhilan was fine, and he felt relieved again.

Seeing that Lord Qi was still worried, he comforted him, "Dad, you don't have to worry too much. You are an idle Lord, and I am a young man who has not entered the court. My hands are clean. These things will not implicate us anyway."

Lord Qi sighed heavily, looking dejected: "Xun'er, don't you understand?"

Qi Xun was confused: "What?"

Lord Qi closed his eyes and pointed out directly: "The Crown Prince is coming with such force that the eldest prince must try to protect himself. And the affair between you and Gu is known to the whole city. Use your pig brain to think about who will be the scapegoat?"