But why did he feel such intense discomfort?
It was almost unbearable.
Had Shen Yue truly fallen for someone else again?
—
The pet's name was Xi'er.
He was a mere eighteen years old, with a delicate and beautiful appearance, fair skin, and an air that evoked pity.
This youth had been sent by someone aiming to please Shen Yue.
Knowing Shen Yue did not favor women, they had audaciously speculated and thus sent a young man.
This delivery had to be done in secret, and importantly, without being seen by the Fourth Prince's cruel eunuch, lest they lose the lady and forfeit the soldiers.
It wasn't the first time someone had attempted such a thing, trying to have Fu An arrange beauties in Cheng Qian Hall. Fu An would agree with a kind and gentle demeanor, only to betray them later, proving utterly hypocritical and venomous, just like his master!
At that time, Shen Yue had just recovered from a serious illness. Her complexion was pale, and she appeared listless, lacking energy. While Fu An was out on an errand, Xi'er entered.
Xi'er knelt to pay his respects. Shen Yue kept her eyes closed, as if asleep, her collar loose, revealing a expanse of her collarbone. The hollows were deep, her lines graceful and clear, extending like wings, the rest concealed by her clothes.
Her face, exquisitely ghostly, lay in the dim light, indistinct.
Her breathing was steady, and the incense in the hall was faint, a refreshing and pleasant aroma.
As Shen Yue had not given him permission to rise, he remained kneeling on the ice-cold ground. After half an hour, his legs had gone numb. A layer of cold sweat dotted his forehead as he gritted his teeth and persevered. Only then did Shen Yue slowly awaken.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly before slowly opening. They were beautiful eyes, like the lake water on a spring night, clear and calm, yet also gentle, capable of captivating anyone who gazed into them.
Looking at the unfamiliar youth before her, her tone held little fluctuation.
"Who are you?"
Shen Yue always favored dark clothing, and her face was exceptionally fair, a cold, transparent white that rendered everything else in the world colorless.
The young man dared not look up. Upon hearing Shen Yue's voice, he seemed nervous, his shoulders trembling slightly. "Reporting to Your Highness, this humble one is named Xi'er, and I am here to serve Your Highness."
To serve, of course, was not in the usual sense, but rather bedside service.
In the past, individuals like this would have been dealt with directly by Fu An. No one had ever dared to speak such words openly before him.
The young man also appeared very nervous and uneasy, his head bowed almost to his chest.
Shen Yue reclined on the soft couch, her lips slightly pursed. Her eyes, half-veiled by her long, thick eyelashes, were fully raised.
Logically, she should have immediately ordered the youth to leave. However, upon seeing the youth's trembling eyelashes, she changed her mind.
She said calmly, "Did your master not tell you that when speaking to me, you must lift your face?"
Xi'er's earlobes flushed red. He slowly lifted his head, seeing the person languidly reclining on the soft couch.
Her features were indifferent, and the cinnabar mole beneath her lower eyelids, dotting her snow-like skin, added a touch of ephemeral beauty.
The youth stared, all expression gone, his lips slightly parted, unable to utter a word.
A tremor, like an electric shock, ran through him, stirring apprehension.
Their gazes met.
One was as serene as water.
The other was in utter panic.
The young man forced himself to remain calm, his face flushed, his breathing trembling.
Why was this Fourth Prince so different from the rumors?
But why did he feel such intense discomfort?
It was almost unbearable.
Had Shen Yue truly fallen for someone else again?
—
The pet's name was Xi'er.
He was a mere eighteen years old, with a delicate and beautiful appearance, fair skin, and an air that evoked pity.
This youth had been sent by someone aiming to please Shen Yue.
Knowing Shen Yue did not favor women, they had audaciously speculated and thus sent a young man.
This delivery had to be done in secret, and importantly, without being seen by the Fourth Prince's cruel eunuch, lest they lose the lady and forfeit the soldiers.
It wasn't the first time someone had attempted such a thing, trying to have Fu An arrange beauties in Cheng Qian Hall. Fu An would agree with a kind and gentle demeanor, only to betray them later, proving utterly hypocritical and venomous, just like his master!
At that time, Shen Yue had just recovered from a serious illness. Her complexion was pale, and she appeared listless, lacking energy. While Fu An was out on an errand, Xi'er entered.
Xi'er knelt to pay his respects. Shen Yue kept her eyes closed, as if asleep, her collar loose, revealing a expanse of her collarbone. The hollows were deep, her lines graceful and clear, extending like wings, the rest concealed by her clothes.
Her face, exquisitely ghostly, lay in the dim light, indistinct.
Her breathing was steady, and the incense in the hall was faint, a refreshing and pleasant aroma.
As Shen Yue had not given him permission to rise, he remained kneeling on the ice-cold ground. After half an hour, his legs had gone numb. A layer of cold sweat dotted his forehead as he gritted his teeth and persevered. Only then did Shen Yue slowly awaken.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly before slowly opening. They were beautiful eyes, like the lake water on a spring night, clear and calm, yet also gentle, capable of captivating anyone who gazed into them.
Looking at the unfamiliar youth before her, her tone held little fluctuation.
"Who are you?"
Shen Yue always favored dark clothing, and her face was exceptionally fair, a cold, transparent white that rendered everything else in the world colorless.
The young man dared not look up. Upon hearing Shen Yue's voice, he seemed nervous, his shoulders trembling slightly. "Reporting to Your Highness, this humble one is named Xi'er, and I am here to serve Your Highness."
To serve, of course, was not in the usual sense, but rather bedside service.
In the past, individuals like this would have been dealt with directly by Fu An. No one had ever dared to speak such words openly before him.
The young man also appeared very nervous and uneasy, his head bowed almost to his chest.
Shen Yue reclined on the soft couch, her lips slightly pursed. Her eyes, half-veiled by her long, thick eyelashes, were fully raised.
Logically, she should have immediately ordered the youth to leave. However, upon seeing the youth's trembling eyelashes, she changed her mind.
She said calmly, "Did your master not tell you that when speaking to me, you must lift your face?"
Xi'er's earlobes flushed red. He slowly lifted his head, seeing the person languidly reclining on the soft couch.
Her features were indifferent, and the cinnabar mole beneath her lower eyelids, dotting her snow-like skin, added a touch of ephemeral beauty.
The youth stared, all expression gone, his lips slightly parted, unable to utter a word.
A tremor, like an electric shock, ran through him, stirring apprehension.
Their gazes met.
One was as serene as water.
The other was in utter panic.
The young man forced himself to remain calm, his face flushed, his breathing trembling.
Why was this Fourth Prince so different from the rumors?