The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

A breeze blew by, and the dilapidated gate of the Prince of Xiang's Mansion shook and creaked. The sound was particularly harsh in the silent night, and the woods behind the mansion rustled in the wind.

Under the dim candlelight, Biluo lowered his head and concentrated on grinding ink.

Her slender fingers held the black ink stick and rubbed it back and forth on the ink disk slowly and vigorously. A rustling sound was heard between the ink stick and the ink disk. The clear water in the middle gradually turned into a deep ink color and slowly gathered into a pool of thick black, like a bottomless night lake.

Biluo's appearance was more charming than before, her features were picturesque and she had a gentle charm, but her expression was still timid and she did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Her movements were cautious, and every time she ground the ink it was like she was carefully responding to a crisis.

The window was open, and the cool breeze blew the thin gauze curtains, bringing a chilly air into the room.

Through the window, one can vaguely see the outline of the woods in the backyard. That is the woods where Luo Yujin was hanged. The branches and leaves are swaying like ghostly shadows, and the dark trunks are like jagged claws, making low whimpering sounds in the wind.

Biluo subconsciously looked up and out the window. When his eyes fell on the woods, a chill involuntarily surged in his heart.

Then he quickly withdrew his gaze and refocused his attention on the inkstone.

The King of Xiang sat upright on the chair, his eyes deep, as if he saw through everything.

He took in all of Biluo's little movements but remained calm. After a moment, he slowly stood up, walked to the window, closed the open window, and blocked out the disturbing woods.

"The wind is cool." King Xiang said lightly, his voice low and gentle.

Hearing the footsteps of King Xiang, Biluo immediately stood up straight, like a servant boy who was afraid of being blamed. He clasped his hands tightly in front of him, lowered his eyes even more, and did not dare to overstep his authority in the slightest.

The candlelight flickered, and the dim light outlined a soft halo around the slender figure of Prince Xiang. He turned to look at Biluo, standing quietly in front of her with a complicated look.

Biluo lowered her head, feeling the King of Xiang's gaze on her, and held her breath, as if she was afraid that her presence would add a bit of clutter.

After a long time, King Xiang sighed.

"Hey……"

This sigh made Biluo's heart tremble, and her fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeves. The next moment, she felt a warm hand holding hers.

"It's been so long," the King of Xiang said in a low but somewhat helpless voice, "Why are you still so timid?"

Biluo raised her head suddenly, her eyes full of panic and helplessness, "I...I dare not."

King Xiang shook his head slightly upon seeing this, a hint of pity flashed in his eyes, and with a little effort, he pulled Biluo to the chair and sat her down, then he slowly sat down beside her.

"Do you know why I kept you by my side?" He looked at her, his tone slightly heavy.

Biluo was stunned, bit her lip, and shook her head with difficulty: "I don't know."

"because I like you."

The King of Xiang said in a soft but firm voice: "How many times do I have to say this before you can truly believe me?"

Biluo looked up at King Xiang, her eyes full of panic and struggle.

Her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

"Your Highness... I..." Biluo stammered, her voice as light as a mosquito and her tone filled with helplessness.

When Prince Xiang saw her like this, he felt pity and helplessness in his heart.

He shook his head, an extremely doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly reached out to pull Biluo into his arms and hugged her gently.

"Okay~" King Xiang said in a low voice, his tone as gentle as if he was coaxing a child.

Biluo froze, her whole body tense, her heart beating so fast it seemed like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Although the two of them had done intimate things many times before, Biluo would still feel shy whenever she came into contact with King Xiang.

"What are you afraid of?" Xiang Wang asked softly, patting her back. "With me here, no one can bully you, and no one can let you suffer any injustice."

"But..." Biluo murmured in a low voice.

Before she finished speaking, the King of Xiang gently interrupted her: "In my eyes, you are not a maid. You are Biluo, the person I want to protect for the rest of my life."

Biluo was stunned, tears welling up in her eyes. She clenched her teeth to prevent herself from crying out loud.

Having suffered for so long, she had forgotten how to face the sudden sweetness.

Prince Xiang looked at her red eyes and felt even softer in his heart.

He gently lifted her chin and looked straight into her eyes: "I said, I like you. This is not a spur of the moment decision, but a decision I have considered for a long time. Biluo, you must remember that in the days to come, no matter what happens, you are not alone."

Biluo choked up and nodded, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "I'll remember that..."

King Xiang smiled when he saw this, brushed his fingertips across her cheek, and wiped away the tears that had not fallen from her eyes: "That's good."

The flickering candlelight illuminated the intertwined shadows of the two people. The dilapidated Prince Xiang's Mansion seemed to be shrouded in a layer of faint warmth, and the night wind also became a little softer.

The King of Xiang seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of contemplation flashed across his brows. Then he whispered: "Someone will probably come in the next few days. If I'm not here, you can quietly hide in the secret passage under the bed, understand?"

When Biluo heard this, her dark eyes suddenly widened and she looked at him without blinking.

Her slender fingers gently grasped the sleeves of the King of Xiang, and her voice was full of worry: "Your Highness...where are you going? When will you be back?"

The King of Xiang's eyes softened for a moment, yet they held a hint of deep meaning.

He raised his hand and ruffled Biluo's hair, saying softly, "Don't worry, I'm just going to take care of something and will be back soon."

Biluo was obviously worried, and her voice was a little hurried: "Prince...them?"

King Xiang was slightly startled, then nodded, and said in a very low voice: "Yes."

Biluo's face turned slightly pale, she bit her lip and nodded, her dark eyes full of worry: "What about you, Your Majesty? Are you in danger?"

King Xiang sighed softly, reached out and held her hand, pried open her tightly clenched fingers one by one, and then wrapped them in his palm: "Don't worry, didn't I tell you? With me here, no one can bully you, and you won't get yourself into trouble. Remember, wait for me to come back."

Outside the Prince of Xiang's Mansion, the dilapidated stone lions looked eerie and lonely in the moonlight. The red paint on the gate had long since peeled off, revealing the brown rotten wood texture, as if telling of the ruthless erosion of time.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Dangdangdang..."

"Your Majesty, His Majesty invites you."