The Anarchic Consort (282-990)

Chapter 352: Showering His Highness

Beneath the morning rays of sunlight, a man dressed in a white robe was seated in a wooden chair, and it was not until he saw Emperor Murong did he put away the book in his hands and slowly rose to his feet. His irises glowed faintly as he greeted, “My Prince, long time no see.”

“Master, please sit!” Emperor Murong was exceptionally polite when he saw the man to the point where he almost bowed and dropped to his knees, “Please, master, give me some advice. What should I do next?”

The man’s face broke into a simple and clear smile, yet the words that fell from his lips were so cold that they turned the air into ice, “I heard that the Emperor is on his deathbed, why don’t you take his place?”

After saying that, the man took confident strides into the fine drizzle, his posture tall and straight; he was the exact definition of perfection.

Inside the residence, the servant peeked out of the corner of his eyes, but he could not pick up what his Prince had said.

It was just that on that day, Emperor Murong spent a long time in his study, seated in the same position for an entire joss stick’s worth of time.

Once the rain had ceased, the sky brightened up immensely.

After Helian Wei Wei had gotten back, she fell asleep once her head touched her pillow. She completely forgot about having to help bathe the Third Prince, the thought tossed into an isolated corner at the back of her mind.

When she heard someone enter, Helian Wei Wei’s first reaction was that the person was Qing Zhan.

Qing Zhan must be here to attend to her while she washed up.

Around Qing Zhan, she had nothing to hide or avoid.

She lazily stretched and yawned out loud then got up and walked around the screen, but when she saw the person standing outside.

Helian Wei Wei’s entire body froze as she stared…

Why is a certain prince at her quarters so early in the morning?

Doesn’t he always sleep until noon?

When Helian Wei Wei came back to her senses, she immediately realized her lower body was covered merely by a piece of underwear. She looked down at herself and quickly scurried back behind the screen, “Give… Give me a moment…” she mumbled while simply grabbing a random pair of long pyjama pants to slip on.

“Hmm?” Baili Jia Jue took a couple of long strides and walked in. His irises were so mysteriously dark and deep, and an indescribable flavor was brewing in them.

After pulling on the long pants, Helian Wei Wei noticed that Baili Jia Jue seemed to be in a bad mood and colder than usual. She raised a neat brow at him, “You’re here so early in the morning, do you need anything from me?

Baili Jia Jue glared at her, his tone flat, “You forgot.”

“What?” Helian Wei Wei had always felt that speaking to a certain prince made her scalp tense up every single time. Did he mean that she forgot to lock herself back in?

Baili Jia Jue patiently raised his injured hand.

It was only then did Helian Wei Wei recall that she seemed to have promised to bathe a certain prince yesterday.

But… isn’t it still morning?

Baili Jia Jue observed the look in Helian Wei Wei’s eyes, his indifferent tone seemed to contain a hint of evil laziness, “You really forgot about bathing me.”