As the time approached the last hour of the night (around 9-11pm), there was silence both upstairs and downstairs in the Yan Prince's Residence.
In the study room, Xiao Jin closed the book and put it back on the bookshelf, taking a deep breath. Despite the headache caused by the traditional characters and classical Chinese, she persevered and read a few books.
The books covered the histories of the four major countries in the world of the books, as well as the histories of various smaller countries. For the parts that she couldn't understand, she marked them with cinnabar and looked for other relevant books. If she still couldn't understand, she didn't expect to fully comprehend it, just reading it superficially without seeking a deep understanding.
After all, she only wanted to understand the history and culture of the two countries of Qi and Yao.
Xiao Jin recalled the history of the "Chaos of the National Teacher" in the Yao country. Despite thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure out the internal logic behind the various actions of this person. After all, the national teacher at that time had a position of power and almost had everything he could ask for. However, in the later period, he went crazy, constructing the "Liu Li City" and sending a large number of troops to attack the small countries on the border.
As a result, when the original owner of the Yao country attacked the main city of Yao, there were only just over 20,000 elite soldiers left in the city, with no resistance.
She couldn't help but shake her head, feeling that the mastermind behind the destruction of Yao was not the original owner, but the national teacher of Yao.
As Xiao Jin was pondering, a small maid walked into the study room and respectfully saluted her, "Your Highness, Old Zhang, the steward, sent me to pass on the message that the Princess is waiting in her room."
After the reminder from the maid, Xiao Jin was slightly stunned, only then remembering that she had to discuss important matters with the female lead. However, looking at the maid's expression, she didn't know whether it was because of the warmth of the candlelight or because the young girl was too beautiful.
She couldn't help but feel that the maid's face was blushing and seemed like it was about to catch on fire.
But Xiao Jin was tired of reading and didn't care about these details, just nodding and saying, "Let's go back to the room."
As they crossed the corridor, the wheels of the wheelchair rolled over the bamboo leaves on the stone pavement.
The sound was crisp, like crumpled colored paper scattered all over the ground.
The maid pushed the bamboo wheelchair, and the lanterns of the Yan Mansion went out one by one.
When they reached the door of the room, Xiao Jin noticed keenly that the guards on both sides of the main courtyard were missing.
She furrowed her brows slightly, not understanding what was going on. So she turned her head and asked the maid beside her, "Where are the guards in the courtyard?"
Although with Chu Shao's martial arts, even if there were dozens of Yan Mansion guards standing here, the crazy guy could still kill them like cutting wheat.
But it was better than having no guards at all, at least there was some hope.
Although the young maid was still young, she knew a little bit about things.
She looked at Xiao Jin and explained in a low voice with a blushing face, "In response to your highness's instructions, this was arranged by Old Zhang, who said... that the guards should not disturb your highness's interest."
"..."
Hearing the word "interest," Xiao Jin suddenly realized that Old Zhang might have misunderstood something.
At the same time, she also held a glimmer of hope, sincerely praying that Old Zhang's head was actually normal and not filled with color waste.
But when the maid pushed open the door and quietly retreated, Xiao Jin fully understood that things had gone wrong.
But she didn't expect things to go so wrong.
Xiao Jin stood at the threshold and looked at Chu Shao, who was sitting beside the bed canopy, feeling very uneasy.
She regretted it now, regretted it deeply. Why didn't she smash Old Zhang's dog head back then, letting him continue to act wickedly and barely survive until now.
Looking at the several satin and silk on the bed canopy, and then at Chu Shao who was sitting on the bed with only a thin veil on.
At this moment, Chu Shao's ink-black hair was scattered, piled up on her snow-white shoulders, and the deep red wide sleeves of her gown made her look like a heavy and magnificent building behind the vermilion curtain.
From a distance, her eyes were filled with a transparent smile like moonlight, and her lips seemed to be coated with rouge, as bright as a young cardamom.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Jin couldn't move her wheelchair and silently stopped at the door.
To say why she couldn't move, it was because Xiao Jin really didn't have the courage.
For her, Chu Shao was already classified as a crazy critic with strong logic and overly active emotions.
But at this moment, Chu Shao was clearly not just a crazy critic. She was a crazy critic who wore some kind of rich and interesting nightgown and was forced to put on lipstick.
Xiao Jin was silent and fearful, completely unable to predict what Chu Shao would do next.
The scene was too beautiful, Old Zhang, you really are a devil.
Chu Shao sat on the bed, still smiling and not reacting at all.
Since the maid knocked on her door and shyly told her that Xiao Jin asked her to come to her room tonight, she had been very curious about Xiao Jin's intentions.
The maid told her many things, such as Xiao Jin's cold temperament and her aversion to women, and what should be done between husband and wife.
Throughout the conversation, Chu Shao just smiled and listened casually.
The maid talked incessantly for a long time. Finally, she took out two boxes and said mysteriously to Chu Shao, "Young madam, the prince has always lacked interest in matters of the bedroom. So if you want to capture her heart, you need to use other means."
After hearing this, Chu Shao became interested and asked, "What means?"
The maid opened the red sandalwood box, revealing a red embroidered gauze robe with peony patterns, which shimmered like scattered stars under the candlelight.
Although the dress was beautiful, Chu Shao's interest instantly waned.
She had been wondering what kind of weapon the maid would give her to directly grab Xiao Jin's heart through her flesh and blood when she heard "capturing her heart" earlier.
But she didn't expect it to be just an ordinary dress.
Chu Shao sighed lightly and pointed to the second box, asking, "What's in there?"
The maid held the box and smiled shyly, "As for this box...because the prince has difficulty with her legs, Old Zhang prepared some things. Young madam can choose and see if they are useful."
...
Because of the oppression of death, Xiao Jin dare not move.
She dared not move, but Chu Shao smiled at her with great interest and moved first.
Chu Shao stood up slowly, and the gilt copper pieces on the red robe made a light clinking sound.
Her toes were fair and round, like good jade. Barefoot stepped on the carpet under her feet, the tight lines were covered with a light robe, and a piece of veil trailed behind her, like a jade red carp.
Da Yao's most dazzling pearl, at this moment, walked to Xiao Jin's side, smiled and said to her: "Your highness, let this princess push you into the room."
Indeed, Xiao Jin actually wanted to shout for help, but she knew that she had brought this upon herself and no one could save her now.
As the saying goes, one does not fear death until they reach the Yellow River, and when the boat reaches the bridgehead, it will naturally sink.
When she was extremely nervous, she was not so scared anymore. She thought she could still explain to Chu Shao that all of this was just a beautiful misunderstanding, and that things were not as she imagined them to be.
Once they arrived in the room, Xiao Jin coughed twice and was about to explain to Chu Shao that they were only superficially married, but were actually iron allies behind the scenes.
Unexpectedly, Chu Shao suddenly extended her index finger and pressed it against Xiao Jin's lips, lightly laughing: "Shh, don't speak for now."
The touch of her fingertip was very soft and delicate, like silk.
Chu Shao's expression was innocent and gentle, her slender knuckles trembling slightly, but her voice was still clear and melodious: "your highness, just now a maid told me a little trick, so now... I want to try it out on you."
With Chu Shao's finger pressed tightly against her lips, Xiao Jin felt that if she opened her lips, she might touch the other's warm fingertips.
So she just closed her mouth, nodded lightly, and watched as Chu Shao tried to come up with some trick.
But she didn't expect that Chu Shao, this crazy woman, would really know how to cause trouble.
In the instant that Xiao Jin nodded, Chu Shao smiled, then leaned in close, and fixed her gaze on the pale neck.
Unlike the Adam's apple of an ordinary man, Xiao Jin's was not prominent and looked no different from a woman's.
So when Chu Shao leaned down and pressed her lips against Xiao Jin's neck, she felt that the area where there should have been an Adam's apple was not at all prominent.
She held onto Xiao Jin's stiff shoulders, and her tongue lightly licked that inch of skin. She could even feel the other's instinctive resistance and violent heartbeat.
Chu Shao felt very curious because she did not dislike being in contact with Xiao Jin.
Even when the scent of mint on Xiao Jin's body gradually dissipated, she could still faintly smell a colder and more subtle fragrance.
This scent reminded her of an exquisite long sword buried in the snow, with a crimson tassel hanging from the hilt.
Xiao Jin's temperament was very unique.
If one ignored her weakness, this person should have been wearing silver armor, her black hair flying in the wind as she held a carved bow and shot deer in the forest.
But even if the Prince of Yan in Northern Qi was unrestrained, the picture that Chu Shao imagined when she saw Xiao Jin on a daily basis was different.
The snow was falling heavily, and snowflakes covered the person's black hair.
At this time, Xiao Jin should be sitting in the courtyard. She had a white jade hairpin in her hair and a silk handkerchief in her hand, wiping her sword under the pure white moonlight.
The blade was thin and sharp, just like Xiao Jin's pursed lips. But when the hairpin fell and the green hair covered in snow poured down, others would probably realize that the back of the Yan prince was so slender, covered in black hair that was as light as snow under the moon, which could be blown away by the wind at any time.
Chu Shao kissed Xiao Jin's Adam's apple to confirm her another guess, and then inadvertently moved her lips a few inches down.
Hearing the suppressed gasping sound from the other, her hand holding Xiao Jin's shoulder also changed position, lightly touching her clothes, wanting to remove her outerwear.
As Chu Shao's lips moved down to Xiao Jin's collarbone, lingering there and leaving several deep red marks, she thought she was about to succeed when Xiao Jin suddenly grabbed her wrist and coldly rebuked her, "That's enough."
Perhaps due to a cough or some other reason, Chu Shao vaguely heard a hoarse tone and a barely detectable anger in Xiao Jin's voice.
Chu Shao smiled faintly, then stopped her actions and calmly left Xiao Jin's neck, even gently straightening her clothes for her.
Meeting Xiao Jin's cold gaze, she softly said, "It seems that the your highness does not like these little tricks. I have indeed overstepped my bounds."
Although she felt a little regretful, she still couldn't verify her conjecture.
But the more Xiao Jin refused to let her touch her, the more curious she became, unable to resist the urge to explore.
Why was that? Why did she always forget what she was thinking about when she thought about this?
Chu Shao had not been so excited for a long time. Revealing someone else's carefully hidden secrets was like thrusting a sword into their ribs. As long as she found the key, she could immobilize them and manipulate them at will.
She really wanted to know the secret that Xiao Jin was hiding. She was sure it was very interesting and would bring her joy for a long time.
On the other hand, Xiao Jin was so angry when she heard the term "little trick" that she almost burst out cursing.
Who the hell was it that dared to teach this kind of "trick"? Wasn't this what a sickly sweet female lead should do?
The next moment, Chu Shao's words once again refreshed Xiao Jin's understanding of the people in the royal residence.
Chu Shao lowered her eyes and took out a wooden box from the desk.
The box was made of pear wood and engraved with orchid patterns. It seemed to contain something elegant.
Unfortunately, Xiao Jin's perception was wrong. As Chu Shao held the box, she smiled and said, "This box was given to me by someone in the Yan Mansion, saying that it's something that the prince can use later."
"Something I can use?"
Xiao Jin was stunned. She didn't know what she could use, after all, she was only here to discuss strategies with Chu Shao.
Could it be that Old Zhang knew that Chu Shao was dangerous and specially prepared defensive weapons for her?
Holding the heavy box, Chu Shao smiled and said, "Yes, they said you could use it, and it's said to be a well-made prop."
Oh, it's just a prop. She thought it was some kind of weapon.
Xiao Jin didn't show any expression on her face, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Old Zhang hadn't been foolish enough to openly display her guard against Chu Shao.
Just as Xiao Jin was feeling relieved, she suddenly realized what Chu Shao had just said.
Wait, a prop?
What kind of prop???
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The translator has something to say: Wahaha~~~~Maybe, A prop that can make you feel good.
TO BE CONTINUE....