The prince is more stable

Chapter 702: Evil intentions
Upon entering Yelü Nanxian's residence, Zhao Xiaoqian acted as if he were in his own home, making himself at home.

Although they didn't meet often and their interactions were rather uneventful, Zhao Xiaoqian had managed to get a general idea of ​​Yelü Nanxian's personality.

Aloofness is a standard feature of the "white moonlight" type; there's not much to say about that.

But hidden beneath her aloof personality are other things, such as her awkwardness with human relationships, her poor social skills, and her seemingly worldly experience, but in reality, she is very simple.

It could be said that her so-called "aloofness" was merely a disguise she wore to conceal her personality, using an unapproachable exterior to avoid interacting with outsiders.

Having grown up in a family environment where kinship was cold, Yelü Nanxian's personality is understandable.

Zhao Xiaoqian sometimes felt sorry for her, not because she was captured by him and became a prisoner of the Song Dynasty, but because of her life experiences.

Zhao Xiaoqian is very experienced in dealing with people who are not good at socializing.

Don't be intimidated by her cold exterior. Say whatever you want, and try to force her to break down her shell.

Transforming a cool, aloof ideal into a lively, adorable, and slightly quirky one can be quite an accomplishment.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoqian unceremoniously left his host behind, walked into the front hall, found a seat for the host, and even smiled and gestured for Yelü Nanxian to sit in the guest seat.

Yelü Nanxian was unwilling, but dared not speak out against his anger.

Zhao Xiaoqian was right. He bought the house with his money, so theoretically he was the owner, while she was just the mistress...

Thinking of this, Yelü Nanxian was startled, and a blush rose to her fair cheeks.

She sighed resentfully. After all, she was living under someone else's roof and was a prisoner. She should be grateful that Zhao Xiaoqian was treating her the way he was now. She dared not have the slightest dissatisfaction with Zhao Xiaoqian's actions.

After Zhao Xiaoqian sat down, he crossed his legs, and the maidservant observantly brought him tea.

Zhao Xiaoqian took a sip from his cup and smiled with satisfaction: "My family's tea?"

Yelü Nanxian lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice, "It was sent by your wife."

"Have you seen my wife?"

"...She came here."

"Which of you won?"

Yelü Nanxian looked up in astonishment: "What are you fighting about?"

"You two didn't fight? Normally, when a wife catches her husband cheating, she'll definitely resort to physical violence—pulling his hair, scratching his face, spitting on him, even tearing off his clothes…and she didn't?"

Yelü Nanxian gritted her teeth: "I am a prisoner of the Song Kingdom, not your mistress!"

After a pause, Yelü Nanxian couldn't help but say, "Your wife is much more sensible than you."

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed and muttered, "If she doesn't even lift a finger, is my wife just a paper tiger?"

Avoiding the topic, Zhao Xiaoqian crossed his legs and looked at her with a sly expression: "I heard... you've been spreading rumors about me everywhere?"

Yelü Nanxian: "???"

"What do you mean by saying I often look at you lecherously?"

Yelü Nanxian's heart sank, and she lowered her head, saying, "Look at my eyes... you're up to no good."

“My eyes are naturally like this, why do you define them as ‘lecherous’?” Zhao Xiaoqian sneered with narrowed eyes.

Yelü Nanxian raised her slender hand and pointed at him, saying, "That's right, it's the way you're looking right now, leering!"

Zhao Xiaoqian was stunned, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck you..."

"I admit you're pretty, and most men would be attracted to you, but men usually lust after a woman's figure, and your figure..."

Zhao Xiaoqian hesitated, then shook his head with a regretful expression.

The words were left unsaid; they weren't very hurtful, but extremely insulting.

Yelü Nanxian began to breathe rapidly, her pretty face flushed red, as if she was trying to suppress her anger.

The ideal woman in a man's eyes has universal standards: firstly, she must have an exceptionally beautiful and pure face; secondly, she cannot have an overly voluptuous figure.

A woman with a large bust, a slim waist, and plump hips, no matter how beautiful she is, will never be a man's ideal woman. She can only arouse a man's desire, making him think about how to get her. If he can't get her, he will only sigh with regret. She will never make a man dream about her for a lifetime.

Unrequited love is the true killer move of the "white moonlight" (a term used to describe someone who is unattainable or unloved).

Undeniably, Yelü Nanxian's figure was indeed lacking, lacking the characteristic curves of a woman with a prominent bust and buttocks.

Of course, Zhao Xiaoqian's visual estimation was not very accurate. Women in ancient times were more conservative and would feel ashamed if their breasts were too prominent, so they would try their best to wrap them up with layers of ribbons, burying their excellent assets.

Jiang Miaoxian and Niaoniao in the family were like that. It wasn't until he shared a room with them that Zhao Xiaoqian was shocked to realize how great they were. He could only say that they hid it too well and were too shrewd.

Yelü Nanxian was furious at this moment.

If only she had soldiers at her disposal, she could have smashed the cup as a signal, and the soldiers lying in ambush under the eaves could have rushed up, chopped this shameless scoundrel into mincemeat, and buried him in the soil in the backyard, so he could fatten him up and grow vegetables for her next year.

Unfortunately, all his thoughts were confined to his mind, and Yelü Nanxian dared not do anything to him.

"I heard that His Highness the Prince was seriously injured in Yanyun?" Yelü Nanxian blinked her beautiful eyes, revealing a look of regret that was hard to tell whether it was an act or genuine.

Zhao Xiaoqian chuckled, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "Why is Your Highness laughing?" Yelü Nanxian asked coldly.

"Are you thinking, 'I wish I hadn't died in Yanyun,' and that's what you mean by that regretful look?" Zhao Xiaoqian laughed loudly.

Yelü Nanxian's pretty face immediately flushed with embarrassment, but she still forced herself to say, "I didn't mean that, Your Highness has misunderstood."

"It's alright, there are too many people who want me to die, one more won't make a difference." Zhao Xiaoqian waved his hand with a smile: "However, among those who want me to die, you are the worst actor. You need to reflect on this and strive for excellence in the future."

Yelü Nanxian tried her best to maintain her aloof persona, but her pretty face unconsciously turned red.

"Okay, I will try my best in the future."

Zhao Xiaoqian came here today for no other purpose than to look at her. After all, such a stunning beauty could prolong one's life just by looking at her, even without doing anything else.

“This house isn’t very big, and it’s a bit shabby. It doesn’t suit your status as a princess. Should we get you a bigger one?” Zhao Xiaoqian asked.

Yelü Nanxian shook her head: "The house is enough for me alone, there's no need to change it."

Zhao Xiaoqian nodded and said, "Reserve the best room in the backyard for me. I can come and stay here when I have time."

Yelü Nanxian's eyes widened in shock: "What?!"

"Leave me a room? Can't you understand human language?" Zhao Xiaoqian glanced at her with displeasure.

"Why?"

"If I ever argue with my wife, at least I'll have somewhere to stay temporarily. Is that so hard to understand?"

Yelü Nanxian stammered, "You, you can't... I, we..."

Zhao Xiaoqian got up and walked to her, affectionately stroking her hair, and said reproachfully, "This child, she's so excited she's talking nonsense. Don't worry, I'll come to stay more often in the future. Make sure you arrange for me to have a luxurious stay in advance, so I feel at home."

After saying that, Zhao Xiaoqian patted his behind and said, "If you need anything, just send someone to tell the Prince's Mansion. I'm leaving!"

Watching Zhao Xiaoqian's dashing departure, Yelü Nanxian angrily clenched her slender fist and slammed it hard on the table next to her. Then, in pain, she shook her hand and couldn't help but shed tears.

"That shameless scoundrel, that shameless man from the Song Dynasty!" Yelü Nanxian cursed bitterly, tears welling in her eyes.

Behind the simple screen in the front hall, a palace maid who didn't deserve to have a name appeared. She didn't dare to see Zhao Xiaoqian and hid behind the screen to eavesdrop until Zhao Xiaoqian left before she dared to come out.

"Your Highness, what should we do? Are we really going to leave him a room in the backyard?" The palace maid cried and said, "He must be lusting after Your Highness's beauty and plotting step by step to get his hands on Your Highness's body."

Yelü Nanxian also looked distressed and sighed softly.

Suddenly, a palace maid had a flash of inspiration and said, "Your Highness, why don't you tell the Prince's wife about this and let her keep an eye on things..."

Yelü Nanxian sighed, "Can a man like Zhao Xiaoqian be controlled by his wife?"

The palace maid panicked: "What should we do? Are we really going to leave him a room?"

Yelü Nanxian resignedly said, "Let's stay. Back in the Juma River government office, we shared a backyard with him, and nothing happened, right?"

"Go and prepare two sharp scissors, and hide them under my pillow in my bedroom. If he tries to force himself on me... humph!"

Yelü Nanxian made a V-sign and snapped a picture.

The palace maid hurriedly nodded: "I'll also prepare two under my pillow."

Yelü Nanxian looked at her and said seriously, "You don't need to prepare, really, believe me, he won't do anything to you."

The palace maid blinked incessantly.

Was I just humiliated? Was I?
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After leaving Yelü Nanxian's residence, Zhao Xiaoqian was in a particularly good mood.

Zhao Xiaoqian was particularly pleased with the sight of Yelü Nanxian, who was so angry she could hardly breathe, yet dared not utter a word of complaint. It was as if all the negative emotions that had been building up over the past few days had been transferred onto her.

That's right. Never get caught up in internal conflict. Decisively transfer your negative emotions to others. As for how others process their negative emotions, that's their business.

After getting into the carriage, Zhao Xiaoqian was instructing his men to return to the Prince's residence when he suddenly heard Jia Jiu outside the carriage whisper through the curtain, "Your Highness, His Highness the Prince of Bianjing has sent a message."

Zhao Xiaoqian was taken aback, then said in a deep voice, "Let him come over."

The carriage curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man dressed in the colors of an ordinary person stood respectfully beside the carriage, bowing to him.

"This humble servant pays his respects to the Crown Prince."

Zhao Xiaoqian nodded. The title "Crown Prince" was only used by the Chu Prince's Imperial Guards and the clandestine organization under his father. Outsiders usually called him "Your Highness the Prince of the County".

Zhao Xiaoqian held out his hand to him: "Where's the letter?"

The man said in a low voice, "His Highness did not write the letter in person, but rather sent it orally."

"Get into the carriage," Zhao Xiaoqian said after a moment's thought. "Chen Shou, Jia Jiu, surround the carriage and don't let anyone near it."

The imperial guards outside the carriage quickly surrounded it, while the man nimbly entered the carriage.

(End of this chapter)