The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

These two people have very similar features.

Such an obvious similarity, yet he hadn't even realized it before!

Thinking of this, Shen Yusang couldn't help but frown, and the slight interest that had just been raised disappeared without a trace in an instant.

However, what puzzled him even more was why Prince An, who was already not in good condition to travel, would travel all the way from the capital to Qingcheng.

Could it be that they were specifically trying to catch him, a man who had run away from his marriage? But thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem very reasonable.

Since the marriage has been called off, it would be an overreaction to make such a fuss and arrest someone.

That shouldn't be his business.

The key point now is to confirm whether she is Prince An. If so, then the method of currying favor with the powerful that he just came up with will not work.

Even though the incident of running away from marriage was long gone, he still had caused the great Prince An to lose face. If his identity was exposed, Prince An would probably not give him any trouble, but there was no way he would continue to support him.

Shen Yusang was no longer in the mood to take a bath. After quickly wiping himself clean, he put on his clothes and ran out the door.

The little prince's room was easy to find. There was a guard at the door, and that was her room.

As luck would have it, it wasn't far from his room.

Shen Yusang ran over like a colorful butterfly.

The guard said solemnly, "No one, please stay away immediately."

Shen Yusang hurriedly explained: "Sister, I'm not an outsider. I'm our prince's friend. She just said that in public. I didn't lie to you."

The guard remained unmoved. "Without the prince's order, everything is irrelevant to us."

Shen Yusang was helpless, "Sister, then go in and inform them."

However, facing Shen Yusang's request, the guard was like an iceberg, unmoved. She stared straight ahead with cold eyes, "Your Highness, please rest. No one is allowed to disturb you."

Shen Yusang turned his head and silently rolled his eyes where the guards couldn't see.

Then he turned back as if nothing had happened, with a hint of a smile on his face, "Excuse me, when will the prince wake up?"

Unexpectedly, the guard not only did not answer his question, but frowned slightly, and a hint of obvious impatience appeared on his already expressionless face.

She glared at Shen Yusang and said unhappily, "How can we servants guess what the prince is doing?"

The corner of Shen Yusang's mouth twitched, and his eyes were instantly filled with silence.

He originally thought that if he didn't see the young prince, he would first talk to the guards.

It can be seen that the guard is so tight-lipped, there is probably no hope.

He came with high hopes but left disappointed.

Just as he was about to leave, the tightly closed door in front of him suddenly opened from the inside, and a familiar face appeared.

Shen Yusang had a deep impression of this face. It was the secret guard who often worked on behalf of the noble young prince. He vaguely remembered that his name seemed to be An Yi.

When the bandit leader was executed, his expressionless face looked like a devil.

Shen Yusang thought about it and shuddered.

But it was a breakthrough, so he immediately stopped and turned to meet it.

"Sir Guard, is the prince asleep now? Could you please inform me?"

Hearing this, An Yi raised her head slightly and looked at Shen Yusang. In an instant, she seemed to see a clear lake with no impurities, and those were the other person's eyes full of sincerity.

As if she had thought of something, she looked Shen Yusang up and down.

Shen Yusang had just finished washing up, his complexion rosy, like bright peach blossoms, tinged with the faint color of spring. His long, glossy black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, unrestrained and falling straight to his waist.

Looking at his delicate face, although still a little childish, he looks innocent and doesn't seem to have any bad intentions.

After a brief but careful observation, An Yi came to a conclusion, so she replied calmly, "If you really want to see the prince, you might as well wait until after dinner. If you want to see the prince, it will be inconvenient during the day."

Shen Yusang frowned suspiciously and asked in confusion, "It's inconvenient during the day, but it's convenient at night?"

What is the logic?

Seeing that he was ignorant, and looking around to find that there was no outsider present, An Yi simply spoke frankly.

"If you are willing to serve the prince, night is the best time. Perhaps the prince will consider it."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a bolt from the blue that struck Shen Yusang on the head. He felt his eyes go dark, his chest felt tight, and he almost couldn't breathe.

Damn matriarchal country, damn feudal society!

He finally understood why that group of people looked at him with such subtle eyes. It turned out that they thought he was going to offer himself to her.

Thinking of this, Shen Yusang hurriedly lowered his head to examine his own clothes.

He was wrapped up tightly from head to toe, his clothes were neat and dignified, and he didn't look alluring or seductive at all.

So the question is, what went wrong that could cause these people to have such a ridiculous and outrageous misunderstanding?

Confused, Shen Yusang lowered his posture and asked humbly, "Sir Guard, I simply want to see the prince about something. I don't have any ulterior motives, so is there anything wrong with my attire?"

An Yi finally realized that he had misunderstood someone, so he kindly reminded her, "It is inappropriate for you to come to a woman's door after bathing and with your hair still wet."

Hearing this, Shen Yusang was stunned at first, then nodded hurriedly and said, "Oh."

It turned out to be the case.

Or maybe he was too impatient.

But my hair is thick and long, and I don’t have a hair dryer, so it’s not easy to dry it.

Realizing that his current image had a bad influence, Shen Yusang no longer had the desire to find out the truth. He said hello to An Yi and hurried back to his room.

After entering the room, Shen Yusang sat there quietly waiting for his hair to dry naturally.

Time passed minute by minute, until the wet hair was finally completely dry, he casually combed it neatly and simply tied it with a hairband.

After everything was packed up, Shen Yusang walked out of the room again.

Coincidentally, just as he was about to go out, he ran into An Yi who was returning from outside.

I saw An carrying an oil-paper package in one hand and walking in a hurry.

Seeing this, Shen Yusang couldn't help but feel curious. He stared at her hand and asked, "What is this?"

"Peach blossom cake."

Shen Yusang looked at An Yi's hurriedly leaving back, seeming to be lost in thought.

It has been nearly an hour and a half since we set out. With this much time and energy, An Yi definitely didn't buy it for himself. It was most likely for the little prince to eat.

Isn’t this a perfect match for your hobbies?

He also has a sweet tooth!

If his guess was correct, An Yi should have bought something from the most famous pastry shop in Qingcheng, where the peach blossom pastries were in short supply.

I've been there twice and queued for over an hour each time.

But the taste is really good.

Shen Yusang's eyes rolled around and he had an idea in his mind.