Quick Transmigration: The Green Tea Mistress's Guide to Seduction - A Master's Handbook

As Xie Qingyu spoke, the distance between the two gradually closed, their breaths mingling, and a faint, ethereal aura enveloped them.

They were just a hair's breadth away from their lips touching.

But she was still a little short when Xie Qingyu stopped, a smile playing on her lips, a smile that was both seductive and provocative.

King Shen stared intently at the person before him. If he moved his hand over the slender waist just a little further, he could touch her.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and he could no longer control the strength in his hands, his palms clenching tightly.

The next instant, Xie Qingyu suddenly stood up, quickly leaving his embrace, her large hand grasping at empty air.

Prince Shen looked at his empty palm and then looked up at Xie Qingyu.

"I will not be a concubine." Xie Qingyu's smile had vanished, and her words were devoid of emotion. The ambiguous atmosphere from before had disappeared, and she spoke calmly as if stating a fact, rather than something outrageous.

If Changliu, who had just finished his report and left, heard this, he would only laugh at her for being delusional.

Even when Luo Qingran had problems, Prince Shen never considered replacing her. He even planned to enhance her reputation for being born with good fortune. Xie Qingyu's words were nothing short of wishful thinking.

As expected, King Shen also suppressed his smile.

He stared at Xie Qingyu for a long time, as if trying to read her face to see how a smart person could say such a thing.

Unfortunately, Xie Qingyu let him see it so openly.

"If Your Highness has no other instructions, this servant will go and serve the meal." Xie Qingyu gave a proper bow, without overstepping any bounds.

He acted as if nothing had happened, as if it were just something King Shen had imagined.

After Xie Qingyu had been gone for a long time, Shen Wang finally moved, his slender fingers lightly tapping the table, a gesture he unconsciously made when he was thinking.

After dealing with Xin Jing, the task of serving meals fell to Xie Qingyu.

It was just a matter of giving an order to have someone make arrangements.

Now that the poisoning incident has happened, Luo Qingran no longer sends soup to the front yard, which saves Xie Qingyu the trouble.

Although they didn't bring soup, they did come in person today.

Watching the two people sitting at the table having their meal, Xie Qingyu stood behind them, silently serving as a background figure.

"How has Your Highness been feeling these past few days?" Luo Qingran seemed a little embarrassed and took the initiative to start a conversation.

"It's alright. The imperial physicians take care of her every day, so Your Highness need not worry."

Whether it was the word "daily" in Prince Shen's words that provoked Luo Qingran, her face turned pale, and she managed a weak smile.

"These past few days, I've been worried that there might be someone with impure intentions in the household, so I've conducted a thorough investigation. Only today have I had time to come and see you..."

"Your Highness, you've worked hard. With you watching over me in the manor, I feel most at ease," Prince Shen said, interrupting Luo Qingran's next words.

As Prince Shen spoke, he added a dish for Luo Qingran.

Luo Qingran looked up, her face showing unexpected joy. "It's good that Your Highness doesn't blame me."

The best way for the two of them to get along is to treat each other with respect, and Luo Qingran is very satisfied with this.

Except... Luo Qingran's gaze swept over Prince Shen.

Only if she can give birth to a legitimate son will her position be secure.

At that time, the Seventh Prince and the others will no longer say things like "marrying for good luck".

Unfortunately, King Shen's health will require a long period of rest.

Luo Qingran didn't even know if the medicine the Empress gave her would be helpful for Prince Shen's recovery in that area. Anyway, after the poisoning incident, she always suspected that the poison from Xin Jing was clashing with the medicine she added, so she never dared to use it again.

Since the poisoning incident, Luo Qingran has been living in constant anxiety. She hasn't dared to come to the front yard for the past few days and has even forgotten to send a maid to inquire about Prince Shen's condition.

She didn't come over until things had completely calmed down, and she even made an excuse for not coming over the previous few days.

Fortunately, King Shen seemed to completely believe her and did not ask any further questions.

"Her Majesty feels very guilty for sending someone like Xin Jing into your residence. She wishes she could come to see you in person, but she cannot leave the palace. So she had Fang Ruo send some things over this morning, which I have already arranged to be sent to the storeroom. There are also some items suitable for your room, which I brought over separately." Luo Qingran pointed to the items that the maid had placed on the table.

After hearing this, Prince Shen smiled and said, "You can make the arrangements. Your mother is currently under house arrest. You can go to the palace to express your gratitude in a few days."

Luo Qingran, who had been looking forward to it, showed obvious disappointment on her face when she heard that Prince Shen only said that she would go to the palace to express her gratitude.

"it is good."

"Father sent many precious chrysanthemums, and specifically instructed that they not be disturbed so that you could take good care of your health. I have already had the people in the flower room prepare them, and they will be placed in your courtyard later. Father said that seeing them can help you cultivate your character." Luo Qingran's words were full of joy.

The fact that the Emperor would even think of Prince Shen in such a trivial matter shows that Prince Shen is indeed favored by the Emperor, just as others have said.

It should be noted that the Eastern Palace is currently empty.

The princes gradually grew up, and the emperor grew old.

Luo Qingran didn't even dare to think about it...

After hearing her words, Prince Shen's eyes were filled with sarcasm, but he quickly lowered his eyes and concealed it. When he looked up, he still had a weak and gentle smile. "Send them all to you. It would be a waste for me to keep them here."

Luo Qingran looked up at him, her eyes filled with surprise and delight.

Xie Qingyu listened to Prince Shen give away all the flowers in just a few words, and Luo Qingran was so happy that she didn't notice that Prince Shen was so unwilling to keep them, which was not like a father being kind and filial to his son.

Why would King Shen want to see that flower?

Cultivating one's character and temperament...

For a prince, self-cultivation is not a good thing, especially for a prince who is recuperating.

He's so weak now, why should he need to cultivate his character?

The one who should cultivate his character is King Shen, who is capable of leading troops into battle.

But it was Prince Shen who was feared, feared by his father and his brothers.

To tell him to cultivate his character now is utterly humiliating; otherwise, we would have sent him here without disturbing him.

Luo Qingran clearly hadn't considered this aspect; she was only happy that Prince Shen was receiving such great favor from the emperor.

After Luo Qingran left, Prince Shen stared blankly at the ornaments sent by the palace ladies on the tray, lost in thought.

When Xie Qingyu finished directing the people to clear the table after the meal and looked over, he was still in the same posture.

"Should these things be placed in the room?" Xie Qingyu asked because there was a sachet for blessings on the tray.

These sachets are usually hand-embroidered with auspicious patterns and contain talismans obtained from temples, mostly for protection and safety. They are given by elders to younger generations as a sign of affection.

Children in the family usually have this, and it's usually hung above their beds.

The headboard of King Shen's bed was empty, making it a suitable place to hang something.

"No need, put it away." Prince Shen looked away from the sachet, not even glancing at the other items on the tray.

The sachet that my mother, who only ever put on a show, sent at this time was not made by her. What I wanted as a child, I didn't get, and now I don't need it anymore.