The courtyard was ablaze with torches everywhere, and due to the master's arrival, groups of maidservants and swordsmen could be seen coming out to pay their respects from time to time.

  Before long, the crowd swarmed around the Duke of Jingling and arrived at his main hall. Wei Luo had been on tenterhooks for two days, not eating or sleeping, and was now drowsy with sleepiness.

  She raised her sleeve to cover a yawn, followed closely by several steps, and swept through three layers of beaded curtains, onto the jade stone floor of the main hall. Then, she swept through another layer of silk curtains, and another layer of beaded curtains. Finally, the guards retreated, and the maidservants surrounded Prince Zhenling as they entered his bedchamber.

  As soon as the Prince of Jingling entered the bedroom, the maidservants swarmed around him, removing his hat and outer robes. Just as they were busy with their tasks, a low, elegant voice rang out, "Wei Luo?"

  Weiluo was yawning, and this yawn was a disease that got worse the more she did it. She tried to command herself to be more alert, but it had no effect. In her daze, Weiluo couldn't even understand what was happening to herself: how could she have become so relaxed after coming to Jinling's side as his personal attendant?

  She leaned back her head, with sleeves covering her small mouth, yawning repeatedly, when she suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit different.

  It wasn't easy to realize this, knowing her brain had almost stopped working.

  Wei Luo foolishly closed her eyes, foolishly dropped her sleeves, and foolishly raised her head.

  She raised her head and met the gaze of a dozen or so pairs of eyes staring at her, the maidservants surrounding Jingling Gongzi were looking at her with pitiful and astonished eyes.

  Wei Luo blinked her eyes and her mind finally cleared up a bit. She forced out a smile with difficulty and turned her head to look at the Prince of Jing Ling.

  Jingling Gongzi stood sideways, his raven-black hair cascading down his shoulders like a waterfall, set against the beaded curtains behind him, looking as if he were a divine being in a dream.

  He slightly tilted his head, and his deep, starry eyes fixed on Weiluo. Under the flickering candlelight, his handsome features were sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as if they were carefully carved out of mountains and rivers, every detail a masterpiece of the heavens.

  Jingling Gongzi looked at Wei Luo, his eyes a bit dazed and bewildered, his thin lips opening for the third time to call out: "Wei Luo?"

  "Right!"

  Wei Luo responded very loudly, she ran three steps and two steps to the front of Jingling Gongzi, with her buttocks high in a kowtowing manner, saying: "The little one is impolite, I hope the young master will forgive me." She wanted to add some fear and tension to her voice, but in fact, she still had sleepiness left over, and unintentionally, there was only vagueness and confusion in her tone.

  Jingling stared at Weiluo's forehead, her face thoughtful as she gazed at her.

  After a moment, he finally spoke up, "Help me take off my clothes."

  "Huh?"

  Wei Luo let out a loud cry, it was a startled sound that escaped her lips, and it was indeed quite loud.

  Jingling Gongzi furrowed his brow, and slowly he half-knelt down, as he did so, that head of black hair flowed like water onto Weiluo's head and face. Feeling the faint scent of the hair as it brushed against him, Weiluo couldn't help but think: Who knows what method he uses to take care of his hair? It's so smooth, so fragrant?

  This uncontrollable and utterly inappropriate thought, of course, flashed by in an instant.

  Jingling Gongzi bent down and his long, white, and clean index finger hooked under Weiluo's chin once again.

  As his icy fingers touched her, Wei Luo couldn't help but shiver. Her lips trembled slightly, and she really wanted to say: Sir, I am your wife, you can't face me in this flirtatious way again and again.

  It's a pity she didn't dare.

  Jingling Gongzi lifted her chin, forcing Wei Luo to look up at him as she knelt on the ground. The two of them were less than a foot apart, their breath intermingling, their eyes locked in a fierce stare.

  Jingling Gongzi gazed into Shang Wei Luo's limpid autumnal eyes, clearly seeing the misty and serene intent within them. His thin lips curled up once more as he slowly asked: "You're not afraid of me?"

  When he spoke, the warm breath he exhaled landed on Wei Luo's face, ears, and hairline, making her feel itchy all over. Then, as she was scratching, for some reason, her heart started racing too.

  Her heart started beating just to tease, but later it got faster and faster, closer and closer, facing the stunning face of Jingling Gongzi, Wei Luo finally understood what suffocation felt like. She didn't dare to breathe - one breath would fill her heart and lungs with his scent.

  Wei Luo's mind started working after a daze, she hastily lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Thank you, young master! I haven't eaten or slept for two days, now that I've been rescued by you, I'm exhausted." As she spoke, she slightly exerted force with her chin to break free from his grasp, then knocked her forehead against the ground, saying in a clear and crisp voice: "Please forgive me, young master."

  Jingling Gongzi slowly straightened up, staring at the back of Wei Luo's head, "Help me take off my robe!"

  "Oh."

  Wei Luo weakly responded with a single word, her voice very feeble.

  She slowly stood up, took a few small steps towards the Duke of Jingling, and then reached out to grab the black cloak on his shoulder and pulled it off.

  At such a close distance to him, Wei Luo felt even more suffocated. She swallowed her saliva, glanced at the maids standing quietly with their heads bowed on either side of her, suddenly took a step back, lowered her head, clasped her hands together and said loudly: "I beg to differ, young master, this is not suitable." At this time, she was completely clear-headed.

  "What's wrong?"

  This time, there was a hint of impatience in the voice of the Duke of Jingling.

  She sensed the impatience in his tone and Wei Luo's small frame trembled. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax: This must be said, I absolutely cannot continue like this! Absolutely not, it's too dangerous!

  After putting herself at ease, Wei Luo's small face bloomed with a smile, and she raised her curved, crescent-shaped eyes to say to Prince Jing: "Prince, you are like a dragon in the sky, majestic and towering like Jade Mountain." She pointed to the two rows of beautiful maids on either side, her expression confident and self-assured. "Although these maids may be as dim as fireflies, they are also white, bright, and lovely as flowers or rabbits."

  She opened a pair of extremely innocent big eyes, looking very honest, "In such a magnificent courtyard and beautiful garden, among so many beauties, the young master threw me, this one gray mouse, in. The young master doesn't mind that I'm too rustic and ugly to sully his sight, but I fear that the glory of gold and jade will confuse my heart! Moreover, when others see it, they can't help but laugh at the young master."

  Wei Luo said all the way to here, she should have asked Jingling Gongzi to arrange another matter for herself, but thinking that her words were already very clear, she stopped talking.

  The hall was suddenly silent as if all the birds had stopped chirping.

  No applause! No laughter!

  Two rows of maidservants remained motionless with their heads bowed, as if they were made of wood.

  It was the young master of Jingling who was staring at her with great enthusiasm, and those deep eyes made Wei Luo's hard-won courage quickly dissipate.

  He finally spoke up, "Finished?"

  "Yes."

  "Is there anything else to say?"

  "No."

  "Good, serve me some loose clothes."

  "Okay."

  Wei Luo hung her head and responded with a low voice, then walked to the front of Jingling Gongzi with a bitter face, once again pulling at that outer robe which had been pulled off halfway.

  Jingling Gongzi was very tall, and as he wore loose clothes, it usually involved several women at the same time. But this time, only Wei Luo was moving.

  In order to get it, Wei Luo had no choice but to lift her foot, stretch out her hand and brush past his black hair, her arm touching his arm, her fingers hooking over his neck, enduring his strong, all-pervading body heat, feeling her own strong, almost leaping-out-of-her-chest heartbeat, suppressing she didn't know whether it was tension or shyness emotions, slowly took off this outer robe.

  And this is just the beginning.

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