Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Qin Huai hooked the handkerchief with his slender fingertips.

The material was not very delicate, but it almost calmed the restlessness in his heart.

The patterns embroidered on the handkerchief are also extremely delicate.

One corner of the handkerchief was embroidered with a cluster of flowers, and a cat was teasing a butterfly.

Cute and playful.

Just like her people.

The handkerchief also had a faint fragrance, which seemed not to be the scent of flowers, but the scent of cool summer fruits.

The aroma makes people want to take a big bite in this hot and humid rainy day.

Qin Huai's eyes dimmed as he gently stroked the white cat with his fingertips.

When Mu Zhou saw him pick up the handkerchief, she thought of the embroidery on it, her face turned red, and she hurried to snatch it back.

"This is just something I embroidered for fun."

Most women's handkerchiefs are embroidered with flowers such as wintersweet and magnolia, or mandarin ducks and cranes. Cats are rarely embroidered, and most of them are patterns that children like.

Therefore, she felt extremely embarrassed when the prince saw her embroidering such childish things.

She was about to reach out to take it, but Qin Huai pulled his hand back to his chest faster, leaving Mu Zhou empty-handed and almost falling on his chest.

She was about to hold onto the stone pillar to steady herself, but Qin Huai swung his long arm around her waist, trapping her tightly in his arms.

Mu Zhou was particularly surprised when she bumped into his hard chest. She subconsciously placed her hands on his waist and looked up at him, but she was caught off guard and bumped into those dark eyes:

"Your Highness..."

Her heart skipped a beat and she froze.

I always feel that the big hand on my waist is too hot.

Qin Huai lowered his eyes and looked at her. The desire in his eyes was so obvious, but his expression was as calm as before. Only his voice was uncontrollably hoarse.

"Be careful."

Mu Zhou looked at him boldly, pouting in dissatisfaction.

It was obvious that she wouldn't fall anyway, so why did he need to help her?

It seems like I want to thank him.

Qin Huai took in her vivid expression, and his hands that were clasping her waist couldn't help but caress for a moment, but finally let go reluctantly.

As soon as he let go, he saw Mu Zhou snatch the handkerchief and walk away from him a few steps, as if he was afraid to escape him.

His movements paused, and he suppressed his unnecessary expression.

Seeing her standing angrily in the corner of the pavilion and refusing to come closer, Qin Huai lowered his eyes to look at the pieces of cloth.

He suddenly said:

"What is Shu Fei's share?"

Mu Zhou didn't expect him to ask about the share of the concubines in the harem. After hesitating for a moment, he answered honestly:

"One hundred taels of silver per month, one set of rouge and powder, one piece of Shu brocade, two pieces of Yun brocade, five pieces of Song brocade, and thirty pieces of ice."

In fact, the allowances for the concubines in the harem were not that much. If they just lived on their allowances, it would definitely be tight.

After all, you have to support a whole palace.

Although the palace servants also received extra monthly wages, if they wanted to do their job well, they had to rely on extra rewards.

Therefore, the emperor's rewards and the subsidies from her mother's family are particularly important.

Especially the ice. In such a hot season, if you want to keep the room cool, you need to use five blocks of ice every day, and the amount given in the ration is far from enough.

Shu Fei was already a favored concubine, yet she suffered such a fate. Those who were not favored and had lower positions would only have a harder time.

After Mu Zhou finished speaking, Qin Huai stared at her, glanced at the pieces of cloth, and finally his gaze slowly fell on her again.

He spoke meaningfully:

"The Crown Princess's allowance is ten taels of gold and three hundred taels of silver per month, along with countless pieces of Shu brocade and other goods. The Eastern Palace also owns countless shops and fertile land, generating monthly revenues exceeding ten thousand taels of gold. The Crown Princess can enjoy and use all of this at her will."

His tone was bewitching, like a ferocious hungry wolf trying to abduct a little white rabbit.

Mu Zhou's eyes widened as he listened.

As expected of the Eastern Palace, it is indeed extravagant.

But, what's the point of telling her these things...

Mu Zhou was wondering when she saw Qin Huai move closer to her.

There was undisguised greed in his eyes:

"Becoming my father's concubine, even if you are ranked as a concubine, is nothing special. But if you become the Crown Princess, you will have much more, and it will be all of the East Palace, without having to share it with anyone."

He spoke frankly, without beating around the bush.

Mu Zhou is a little money-grubber, and Qin Huai knows this very well.

At that time, they had accidentally had physical contact, and all she wanted was money.

Mu Zhou kept all the things that the emperor gave him as rewards carefully.

Qin Huai can also provide these.

Since she was ignorant, Qin Huai broke everything down and told her.

I believe Mu Zhou will know which one is more cost-effective.

It doesn't matter if her heart is temporarily given to her father. At least she will be kept by his side for the time being.

Heart, he will slowly want it in the future.

Qin Huai's words were very clear, without any ambiguity. He gave Mu Zhou the choice directly.

Mu Zhou's mind went blank for a moment.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you..."

Her voice was trembling and inevitably a little confused.

Seeing that Qin Huai was still approaching, Mu Zhou couldn't help but step back until his lower back rested against the stone table.

It is inevitable in the end.

"How can I, a slave, marry Your Highness?"

Faced with such a strong Qin Huai, Mu Zhou was incoherent, but still did not forget to refuse.

She tilted her head and looked to the side, not daring to look directly at Qin Huai.

But how could Qin Huai allow her to continue to escape?

Qin Huai pinched her chin gently but firmly, forcing her to look at him.

His breath was hot and his tone was tender:

"Zhou'er, you should take a look at me too."

Don't always look at your father.

Qin Huai looked at Mu Zhou from such a close distance that the restraint in his eyes was already covered by confusion.

The moment their eyes met, he couldn't help but place a kiss on her red lips like a dragonfly touching the water.

The moment he touched her lips, the depression that had been pent up in Qin Huai's chest for days finally dissipated.

He couldn't help but kiss her harder.

Qin Huai completely forgot his usual restraint and indifference, and undercurrents were surging in his dark eyes.

A light stroke with the tip of the tongue is no longer enough.

He held Mu Zhou's cheek with one hand and clasped her neck with the other, leaving her no chance of escape.

The excitement in his heart made his breathing unstable, and Qin Huai felt as if something was about to break through in his blood.

He could only continue to lean over, pressing the person against the stone table, and kissing her more deeply.

When Mu Zhou was pressed down by his forward leaning body and had to lean back on the stone table, he almost cried out in surprise.

But in the end, the blocked lips could only emit a whimpering groan.

The big hand gradually slid down to the waist, and then tightened, making Mu Zhou almost unable to breathe.

She had no power to fight back, and those rejections were easily suppressed.

The slight pain at the tip of her tongue made her sometimes sober and sometimes addicted.

Qin Huai's unique aura enveloped her, and Mu Zhou's whole body gradually became soft and weak from being tense, and she could only let him continue to rub and pull her.

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On the other hand, Qin Moyao, who had been pursuing the deposed crown prince for days, looked at the memorial in his hand and finally noticed something strange.