The cruel little princess

After careful consideration, Shen Youyou spoke cautiously, "Your Highness, Prince Jin, I don't actually feel cruel. Instead, I think all of this is their own fault! After all, as the saying goes, once unfaithful, never forgiven. Moreover, as Your Highness said, many innocent soldiers have lost their lives because of these people. Those who have passed away simply cannot forgive these traitors, so who are we to forgive on their behalf?"

At this moment, An Er, who had come with the prince, couldn't help but feel happy after hearing Shen Youyou's answer. He thought to himself: Miss Shen, you can talk! You are really good at talking! In that case, please say a few more words! Didn't you notice that the corners of our prince's mouth were almost unable to suppress their upward smile? Oh, Miss Shen's eyes were covered by the prince's hand. Oops, quickly take your hand away... An Er smiled auntie-like. As a qualified secret guard, he must always pay attention to all the needs of the master! At this moment, An Er was even planning to find a first-class embroiderer after returning to the palace, practice needlework, and make a few more soft and well-fitting clothes for the young master...

How could Shen Youyou understand the delicate thoughts and feelings in An Er's heart? Her lively eyes flickered gently, as dazzling as the stars twinkling in the night sky, and her long, curled eyelashes were more like a mischievous elf, gently stirring Prince Jin's heartstrings, causing ripples in his heart and an itchy feeling gradually spreading.

"Your Highness Prince Jin, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first. Please feel free to do as you please, Your Highness." Shen Youyou bowed gracefully, then turned and left lightly, like a dancing butterfly, leaving behind a beautiful and charming back.

Prince Jin stood quietly for a long moment, gently touching the corner of his lips with his right hand, inhaling the sweet fragrance within his palm. His heart began to beat rapidly, like the warm sunshine of spring after a long, cold winter, caressing every part of his body. So, he decided, today… oh, no, for three days…

After the execution, Prince Jin retired to his tent. But as he lay on his hard bed before falling asleep, he couldn't stop thinking about the voice and smile he had seen today. Every frown and smile was full of lively loveliness, and every word was filled with gentle grace. She had the gentleness and delicacy of a woman, yet she also possessed the boldness and generosity of a man. A woman like her was truly unique! How lucky he was to have met her!

At first light, Shen Youyou got up on her own. She felt that she couldn't abandon what she had learned, and the original owner's body was too weak, so she got up early to exercise. Wearing a neat and tidy drawstring clothes, and with her hair tied into a bun with a deerskin band, she looked like a teenager of fourteen or fifteen years old. After all, in the military camp, you still have to follow the local customs and not make exceptions. First, she tied a three-kilogram sandbag to each leg and prepared to run ten laps around the training ground. Then she took a horse stance and pretended to practice martial arts with them, but in fact she was waiting for her physical fitness to improve so that she could have an excuse to say that she also knew some martial arts. It is better to be exposed in advance than to take off the vest suddenly.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin, who had been sleepless all night, looked at the young woman in the field who was running around in circles as if she was tireless, and his heartbeat seemed to become agitated little by little with her.

"Your Highness, your sword!" An Er appeared out of nowhere, carefully holding the prince's sword and handing it over. His Highness Prince Jin gave him a teachable look, reached out to take the sword, and then jumped up from the ground and directly onto the high platform. His eyes were deep, and he raised his hand and drew his sword. The sword was like a white snake spitting out its tongue, hissing and breaking through the wind, and like a dragon flying around, moving around, sometimes as light as a swallow, pointing the sword. Sometimes it was as sudden as lightning, and leaves fell and collapsed. It was really a silver light rising from the courtyard, and the blood of the Huns had been swallowed by the thousands of miles. The cold wind and the moon were boundless, and the sword was like a flash of light.

"Good!" "Good!" "Good!" The soldiers who were training on the training ground were inevitably attracted by Prince Jin's swordsmanship, and cheers rang out.

Hearing the shout, Shen Youyou slightly raised her head to glance at the man on the high platform. She saw that his robe was snow-white, spotless, and even the sunlight was embarrassed to leave mottled shadows on the trees. His hair was jet-black, which set off the poetic luster of his pearly white neck under his bun. His back was straight, as if this slender figure like a poplar tree contained great and tenacious strength. The man lowered his eyelids, immersed in his own world, his slender and graceful fingers tightly grasping the sharp sword. The man moved with the sword, and the sword was like a human arm. Occasionally, when he raised his head, it made people's hearts tighten. What a beautiful face! But the emotion that suddenly flashed in those eyes was hard to grasp. I wanted to peek into it, but I was unknowingly attracted and immersed in it.

Shen Youyou took a deep breath and sighed. "What a conspicuous person!" She quickly quickened her pace, putting aside the momentary throbbing in her heart and no longer glancing at the people on the platform. She continued with her training.

By the time she'd finished ten laps, dripping with sweat, the noise on the platform had ceased. Shen Youyou ran back to her tent to wash and prepare for dinner. After all, there was still much to do, and her brother was waiting to be rescued. After dinner, she changed into a neat long shirt and trousers, and a light blue, emerald-colored, gauze skirt. Her shoulders were slender, her waist was slender, her skin was smooth, and her breath was as fragrant as an orchid. She tied her hair into a simple bun. She thought for a moment, worried that if something went wrong and she couldn't return that night, she threw on a light blue cloak.

After breakfast, she went to visit her father in his tent. After taking his pulse, she reapplied medicine on his chest, adjusted today's prescription, and reported to him that she was going out to look for someone.

After Shen Youyou and the others gathered and were about to set off, they suddenly discovered a major problem: Shen Youyou couldn't ride a horse! The barracks had plenty of horses, and each of them rode a warhorse, leaving Shen Youyou standing still without mounting a horse. Guard Wu saw Shen Youyou's worry and said, "Miss, among all of us brothers, I'm the oldest. I'm so bold that you can call me Uncle Wu. Why don't you let me take you? It's not far, we can be there in half an hour."

Shen Youyou was just about to say "OK," saying that there was no need to waste time on such meaningless matters when she heard a firm but unquestionable voice, "Miss Shen, please ride with me. I may not be very talented, but I am quite skilled in riding. Besides, they wouldn't dare to object if Miss Shen and I rode together."

Guard Wu was about to refuse on Shen Youyou's behalf, but when he caught the eye of An Er, who was standing beside His Royal Highness Prince Jin, he backed off. Well, the journey is a bit far, and simply running would be too tiring and waste time. Let's see what the young lady has to say.

Shen Youyou glanced at Prince Jin and pondered for a moment, "Uncle Wu, why don't you get me a carriage?" Doesn't this prince have anything to do every day? Why is he everywhere?

"Okay! Miss, please wait a moment. I'll go harness the carriage and drive it myself!" Guard Wu quickly dismounted and went to harness the carriage.

At this moment, His Royal Highness Prince Jin suddenly felt that Guard Wu was completely unpleasant. He had no ability to read people's expressions and was as annoying as An Yi. He glanced at An Yi, and An Yi suddenly felt a chill on his neck, a creepy feeling as if he was being stared at. An Er rode forward and said, "Miss Shen, my prince has caught a cold after practicing swordsmanship this morning. The military doctor has advised him not to catch a cold. Miss Shen, please be considerate and ride in the same carriage with the prince."

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