Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Yan Xining: “!!!”

Her eyes widened, a look of disbelief on her face, "Is this your purpose for catching ghosts?"

Chu Jinxun gently tugged at her sleeve, his expression a little aggrieved: "You'll stick together for your friends. It's written in the sketchbook!"

Yan Xining looked at him speechlessly: "Your Highness, your idea is really... unique. But have you ever thought that even if you really find out the person behind the scenes, you don't have to sleep with Master Ning. Besides, wouldn't it be better to let the government handle this matter? Why bother to take the risk yourself?"

"Those officials in the government are not as careful as I am. They will definitely not find anything."

"You already know about the haunting, and Young Master Ning must know about it too. He didn't care, which means it's not important. If you go there with such fanfare and get seen, wouldn't it be even more difficult to explain? There was only one ghost originally, but if word gets out, people will think the Zhuangyuan Building is full of ghosts."

"Is that so?"

Yan Xining quickly said, "Of course! Besides, maybe the ghost has already run away. The fact that it's been open for so long and business is still booming means that the impact isn't significant. You're thinking about your friend, and that's a good thing, but don't let your good intentions lead to bad consequences, right?"

Chu Jinxun hesitated: "What if he didn't run away?"

"Even if the ghost didn't escape, we can't act so rashly. We need to think long and hard and observe the situation in secret first."

Yan Xining immediately struck while the iron was hot: "If we rush over here impulsively now, we might disturb the guests and ruin the reputation of Zhuangyuanlou. If someone takes advantage of us and fabricates rumors, then Young Master Ning's restaurant will really be closed down!"

The drunk Chu Jinxun's thoughts were a little confused, but he was willing to listen to the advice: "Then should I transfer a few palace soldiers from the palace to help him?"

Yan Xining was speechless and could only coax him again: "If the prince mobilizes the palace soldiers, others will think that Zhuangyuan Building is the prince's property. Do you have many friends in the capital?"

Chu Jinxun shook his head: "No!"

Yan Xining's words were simple and blunt: "Then you have no friends, but instead have enemies who want to kill you. If others think that Zhuangyuan Building is your property, how will your enemies treat the champion?"

Chu Jinxun rubbed his forehead, looking troubled, as if he was thinking seriously. After a while, he closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fell asleep on the table.

Yan Xining stretched out a finger and gently pushed his shoulder: "Hey! Are you asleep?"

Chu Jinxun moved, revealing his profile.

The candlelight cast mottled shadows on his face. His high nose bridge and long, thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. His handsome and delicate face had a bit of childishness.

Yan Xining originally wanted to ask someone to help Chu Jinxun to bed, but when she opened the door and looked outside, not only was there no one in the room, but there was no one in the yard either.

Are they too confident in their prince? It's dangerous for boys to be alone, right?

Putting aside the messy thoughts that popped up in her head, Yan Xining turned around resignedly, walked to the table, put one of his arms on her shoulders, and said, "Chu Jinxun, I'll help you go to bed."

As he spoke, he exerted force and helped the man up.

Chu Jinxun's entire body weight was almost on her.

Fortunately, she is not a delicate woman, otherwise she really couldn't bear it.

The man's eyes were closed, and they were so close that they could smell each other's breath. Chu Jinxun's breath carried a faint aroma of alcohol, not pungent, but rather a uniquely mellow fragrance. His body temperature transmitted through his clothes, feeling a bit hot.

She moved towards the bed.

Chu Jinxun seemed to feel someone moving him, and he mumbled a few unclear words. His warm breath sprayed on Yan Xining's ears, and his voice was filled with deep sleepiness and drunkenness: "Brother Ning, let's go out for a night walk with candlelight..."

Yan Xining put the person on the bed and shook his head speechlessly. He couldn't go on a night tour with candlelight, right?

How much does this child need friends?

After helping him take off his coat and boots and covering him with a blanket, Yan Xining paused as she looked at Chu Jinxun lying quietly in bed with a well-behaved sleeping face.

He refused to drink the hangover soup, so he will definitely have a headache tomorrow morning.

Thinking of this, Yan Xining reached out and gently massaged several acupoints on his head.

The movements were very gentle.

After pressing it twice, he shouldn't have a headache tomorrow.

Yan Xining withdrew her hand, and just as she turned around, Chu Jinxun's hand suddenly grabbed her sleeve. Yan Xining was startled and turned around to see Chu Jinxun still with his eyes closed, mumbling, "It feels good, press it again..." As he spoke, he pulled her down with force and put his arm around her.

The next morning, Chu Jinxun opened his eyes, looking a little confused.

He had a dream yesterday. In the dream, a pair of jade-like hands were massaging his forehead. There seemed to be some other things as well, so bizarre that he couldn't remember them clearly.

I tried hard to recall, but I couldn't remember anything.

He turned over and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Wasn't he in Zhuangyuan Building yesterday? How did he get back?

"Somebody come!"

Jingfeng came in with a basin of hot water, threw the handkerchief in, wrung it dry, and handed it to Chu Jinxun: "Master, wipe your face!"

Chu Jinxun wiped it on his face and handed it back.

Jing Feng didn't answer: "The princess said that you should use the hot pad for a while, otherwise you will have a headache!"

Chu Jinxun caught the key point in the words: "When did the princess come?"

Jingfeng grinned: "When the master came back yesterday, the princess was there!"

Chu Jinxun suddenly became nervous: "I didn't say anything I shouldn't have said, did I?"

Jing Feng shook his head, looking helpless: "I didn't know that the master had previously ordered that when you and the princess are together, we don't have to serve closely. So when the princess helped you up, we retreated!"

Chu Jinxun's face froze. "When did the princess leave? Was there anything unusual when she left?"

"The princess walked you back to your room and stayed for an hour," Jingfeng recalled. "When the princess left, her steps were a little unsteady, as if she was a little unhappy!"

Chu Jinxun opened his eyes wide, pulled up his outer robe, put it on, and walked out.

"Master, don't you want to put some makeup on your face?"

How could Chu Jinxun care about that?

He tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember anything that happened last night.

Was it the drunken ramblings he'd spoken last night? Or had his actions been inappropriate and offended her? He thought, feeling a little flustered, and his pace quickened.

Drinking makes things worse.

He was too happy yesterday. Although Master Ning later suggested that he drink tea instead of wine, he had already drunk a lot before that.

This person has hardly ever touched alcohol, but isn't he extremely drunk?

He hurried as fast as he could and arrived at Qingwuyuan.

Bingyu was surprised to see him: "Your Highness, didn't you go to see the guests?"

"Meeting guests? Meeting what guests?"

"Didn't Chief Secretary Bao come here to report that a guest had arrived and wanted to see the princess?"

"The princess is not in the courtyard?"

"Your Highness, the princess has gone to meet a guest. I think Chief Secretary Bao mentioned the West Warm Hall."

Chu Jinxun turned and left. What kind of guest? The West Warm Hall is not a place for female guests. A male guest delivered a letter to the palace, but he didn't see him, the prince, but saw the princess. Who could it be?