100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 788 Begonia Spring

The man had only come back to get his sword, and when he took off her shoes, he placed the item on the footstool beside him.

But upon entering the inner room, he saw the tassels on the canopy bed swaying slightly, and he understood. He then turned his gaze to the little girl on the bed.

Red truly suits her; her snow-white skin and beautiful face are the most fitting descriptions he could think of at this moment.

She closed her eyes, and the room was utterly silent. The man bent down, picked up his sword, looked at her intently for a few moments, and then turned and left.

This walk lasted all afternoon.

During this time, she got up, and two maids were brought over.

The older one had just reached marriageable age, while the younger one was just blossoming into womanhood. They both knelt on the ground, asking her to bestow names upon them.

Just as spring blossoms outside the courtyard, a gentle sniff reveals a refreshing and invigorating fragrance.

She smiled gently and said, "Then let's start with the word 'Wen' (闻). You can call yourself Wenxue (闻雪) or Wenyue (闻月)."

"Thank you, Madam, for bestowing this name upon me."

As darkness approached, there was movement from the gatehouse.

The servant came to announce that the master had returned. Everyone's eyes clearly showed that they wanted her to come out and greet him.

Although this social climate is not as harsh on women, it is still a good thing to receive more favor if one is dependent on their husband's family for life.

Moreover, the master's status is extremely noble. If he were to gain the throne in the future, the position of the person by his side would be the envy of every woman in the world.

Jin Huan sat on the stool, methodically brewing tea. She heard everything the servant said, but didn't even raise her head. It wasn't that she was deliberately putting on airs; it was just that she had always been the one being pampered and spoiled, and she had no intention of trying to please any man. She was free as the wind, following her own desires.

"My lady, aren't you going to greet the master?"

Wen Xue whispered a reminder to Jin Huan. After all, she was older than Wen Yue. Children from poor families mature early. Before being sold off, she was already old enough to understand things. In ordinary families, one’s life, honor, and disgrace depend entirely on the man. How much more so for a noble person like the Crown Prince.

She paused in her tea-stirring gesture, then turned slightly to look at her newly acquired maid. Her tone was calm, even gentle, but her words made the maid's face turn ashen. With a thud, the maid knelt straight down on the ground: "Before I left here, you only had one master."

"My lady, please forgive me. Wenxue misspoke."

Jin Huan slightly curved the corners of her lips, but did not tell her to get up.

Before long, Wen Yue's face also turned pale, and the servants who had been assigned to the room in the courtyard all silently lowered their heads. "Alright, get up. Remember this in the future."

"Yes!"

This delay caused some commotion outside the villa.

That person has arrived.

She was still wearing the same flamboyant, wide-sleeved red dress she had worn during the day, while he had changed out of his armor and appeared in casual clothes.

Before, he was wearing a helmet, so I couldn't see his face clearly. I only knew that he was tall and imposing. Now he looks handsome and elegant, dignified and aloof.

The man's gaze was fixed intently on her.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he waved away the servants who were serving him.

She glanced at him lightly, then looked away and poured tea into her own cup.

But he was clearly not satisfied.

Just as she put the pot down, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

Jin Huan instinctively tried to pull away, but he held her tightly, and his eyes grew increasingly dark.

"What are you doing, young master?"

She looked truly pitiful.

My heart is set on you.

“My husband is so domineering; he is not a good match for Huan’er.”

The man's eyes turned cold, and he tightened his grip on her soft hand, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"No one but me is a suitable match for you."