Quick Wear: Pampering Your Lover

"I certainly have my leverage."

Mingzhen leaned closer with a half-smile and whispered in his ear, "General Lu Xingzheng, is this enough?"

She didn't want to involve her parents. Her father didn't have these dark thoughts in his heart, and her mother was a woman loved by everyone.

She wants to figure it out on her own, and everything is going in the right direction now, isn't it?

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After Mingzhen sent the third prince back to the palace, he left the palace without staying for long and met Xue Chengjiao, who was leaning against the carriage with an expressionless face.

He was in a relaxed posture, his tall and long-legged figure forming a silent silhouette. He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. The cold winter seemed to have cast a layer of frost over him.

Mingzhen's heart skipped a beat and he walked towards him.

She knew that Xue Chengjiao had heard her footsteps, but he still didn't look up. He didn't snort arrogantly as usual, complaining about why she didn't come to him, and then stick to her again after she coaxed him a little.

Mingzhen stood in front of him and smiled, "Jiaojiao, did you come specially to pick me up?"

Xue Chengjiao finally raised his head and looked at Mingzhen's nose and cheeks which were red from the cold. He silently untied his cloak and put it on her, then covered her with the hood.

His cloak was still too big for Mingzhen. Not only did the hem almost reach the ground, but the hood also covered half of her face tightly, isolating those bewitching eyes and leaving only her pink lips and delicate chin exposed.

Looking at the arrogant Mingzhen obediently wearing his cloak and smelling of his scent, he felt an uncontrollable impulse in his heart.

Want to possess.

I want to hide her like this.

He picked up Mingzhen and carried her steadily onto the carriage. Even after they sat down, he didn't let go. He just held her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, and whispered, "I've already dealt with the willow branch that drugged you. You won't be soft-hearted, will you?"

"Leave her alive and send her to Sister Ling."

"Hmph." Xue Chengjiao buried his face in her neck and did not respond.

In order to prevent Liuzhi from having other ulterior motives, he naturally investigated Liuzhi carefully and learned about her pitiful life experience, but so what?

If you scheme against others, you will have to bear the consequences of failure.

If she can survive, she will naturally be sent to Ling Ling. I heard that there is a shortage of such skillful female workers there.

"Okay." Mingzhen didn't say thank you, as it would seem awkward if she did. Feeling that Xue Chengjiao was in a better mood, she patted him on the back and motioned him to put her down.

"Let me hug you." Xue Chengjiao muttered in a low voice, with a hint of bitterness in his tone.

He knew that Mingzhen must be hiding something from him. Ever since she fell ill some time ago, Mingzhen started to act strangely, but she never told him.

I don't know what he's doing behind his back.

But he believed her.

"I don't have to ask you what you've been doing recently, but if Ah Zhen needs anything, you must tell me, okay?" Xue Chengjiao held her hand, and his warm lips gently kissed her neck through the fabric.

Mingzhen paused and shook his hand back. The boy's palm was thin, slender, warm, dry, and slightly rough due to the thin calluses. Suddenly, Mingzhen felt a scar on his palm.

That was when she was young and went out to play with Xue Chengjiao. On the road, they met a thief who stole people's purses. She was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to enforce justice, so she chased after him. As a result, the thief drew his knife in desperation and slashed at Mingzhen.

At the critical moment, Xue Chengjiao caught the knife, leaving a scar on his palm.

Mingzhen's heart was moved. She stopped struggling and stroked his hair soothingly.

She seemed to know what her childhood sweetheart was feeling awkward about.

But she didn't want to harm him.

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There was mist in the ear room.

"Is the water ready?" Mingzhen asked casually.

"Yes, Prince." Zizhu retreated respectfully, holding the empty wooden barrel in his hand.

Mingzhen lifted the curtain and walked into the inner room. Behind the screen, the prepared bath water was emitting hot steam, and the air was lingering, as if in a dream.

After making sure that there was no one around, she unbuckled her belt, quickly took off all her clothes, and stepped into the bathtub.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as she immersed herself in the water. Her black hair flowed down like black satin, and only her soft white face was revealed on the water's surface.

The room was silent, with only the sound of ripples on the water.

The suitable temperature relaxed her limbs and bones, and she couldn't help but wonder what the icy and snowy north was like now.

Lu Xingzheng should have succeeded.

"Prince, I'm coming in?" Zizhu called out. Mingzhen came back to his senses and responded lazily.

When Zizhu came in, what caught her eye was her master's beautiful white back. Her pretty face flushed slightly. She walked closer skillfully and began to scrub Mingzhen's black hair gently.

The comfortable feeling soon made Mingzhen a little drowsy. No one knew that someone had lifted a glazed tile on the roof and was staring at the scene inside in amazement.

After taking a bath, Mingzhen only wore a loose nightgown, lazily got on the couch, lay on the soft pillow and picked up the storybook, while Zizhu took a cotton cloth to help Mingzhen wipe his half-wet hair.

There were gusts of cold wind outside, but inside the house there was enough burning silver charcoal and incense, making it warm.

After a while, Mingzhen's hair was almost dry, so he sent Zizhu back to the servants' room next door and did not let her keep watch.

Soon, Mingzhen felt sleepy. He stood up, blew out the candle on the bedside, lay down on his back, and fell into a deep sleep.

This angle allows anyone peeping from the roof to see her face more clearly.

Yan Zhifang returned to the Yan Mansion the day before yesterday, and Mingzhen relaxed his vigilance.

Therefore, she did not put on any disguise now. Her face was not made up, her eyebrows were soft, her long black hair was scattered casually, her eyes were closed, her breathing was steady and shallow, and even through the quilt, one could see her graceful curves that did not belong to a man.

Everything was quiet outside the window, and someone sneaked into the room under the cover of night.

Xue Chengjiao was feeling upset and wanted to quietly find Mingzhen to have a talk with her, but he happened to see her going into the ear room to take a shower. He wanted to find a place to wait, but suddenly saw Zizhu go in.

What are they going to do?

Could it be that the maid Zizhu is really Mingzhen's concubine?

Although he knew that this was normal, Xue Chengjiao still felt an unknown fire burning in his heart, which was extremely sour and bitter. Without thinking too much, he found the right opportunity to fly onto the roof, lifted the tiles, and wanted to find out what was going on.

But, but he actually saw...

He felt like he was dreaming. Although he had been exposed to the cold wind for an hour, he felt very hot and even his breath was steaming.

There was a light left on in the room to prevent him from falling when he got up at night because he couldn't see the road clearly. With the dim candlelight, Xue Chengjiao looked at the rosy face of the person sleeping on the couch. It felt like an electric current was running through his heart, and he felt an indescribable numbness.

The faint fragrance lingering in his nose was constantly stirring his mind and making his blood rush.

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