C88 (2/2)

”You can go down first and tell Miss Lu to wait in the front hall. Tell her that the prince is busy right now and will visit her when he is done.”

The attendant glanced at the Prince Jing, but the latter still did not express anything.

”Yes.”

He respectfully retreated, and only then did he realize that his forehead was already covered in a layer of sweat.

Normally, princes were already scary enough, but now that it came to the matter of royal consort, they were even more frightening.

”I wonder what wangfei saw?”

When the attendant left, Qu Jingxi looked down at her and slowly spoke. What was so good about that woman's things? He was afraid that he would dirty his, Wu's, hands.

Feng Xiwu shook the two pieces of white paper, and without saying a word, she turned around and sped up her pace to return to her room.

Helpless, Prince Jing had no choice but to follow her up.

Feng Xiwu went back to her room and lit a candle. Although she had grown up in a pavilion, she more or less understood the tricks of the martial arts world, the underhanded tools to scheme against people, and the sinister hidden weapons.

The white paper was roasted over the fire for a moment. One sheet of paper had some words written on it, while the other one was roasted for a moment without any reaction.

”Let me do it. You won't be able to see anything after a while.”

Although Qu Jingxi disdained to look at these things, and did not want to care about these useless little tricks, if she really wanted to look, he would help her a little.

He didn't really care about these things.

Qu Jingxi then placed the white piece of paper next to his nose to smell it, and then took out a small bottle of something that seemed to be made of clay. However, the thing inside was not ink, but a layer of unknown transparent liquid.

Feng Xiwu was still deep in thought when she saw the brush in Qu Jingxi's hand. She stopped in mid air and turned her head to look at her with a serious expression.

”Wu, let's say this first. No matter what you see later, you are not allowed to take exception, and you are not allowed to get angry at this king.”

Feng Xiwu pondered for a moment as her eyes paused on the white paper and Prince Jing's handsome face. ”Your highness wouldn't have really done anything to let this wangfei down, right?”

He had even promised her that he wouldn't take in a concubine. As expected, his father was right, a man's words were not to be trusted.

”Can't you think of This King's good side in your head?” Qu Jingxi put down the brush in his hand, touched her face and said helplessly.

What was this little girl's brain made of? Why did his Prince Jing's glorious name become useless to her? She felt as if she was coaxing a child every day.

That's right, in terms of relationships, this girl did not know much. Looking at her Prince's Wife's childish face, she suddenly became worried.

How much longer would he have to wait before he could eat his own Prince's Wife?

”Since your highness hasn't done anything, then of course, a woman like this wangfei who understands matters will not indiscriminately go against your highness. So, your highness, you don't need to worry.”

She wasn't so bored because of that tiresome Third Miss. It would be the Seventh Festival in a short while, so she had to prepare herself and go out to have fun.

Qu Jingxi felt that what she said made sense.

When the viscous liquid was applied to the paper, the paper quickly absorbed it, and the outline of the paper gradually revealed itself before them.

Feng Xiwu lowered her head and looked, ”My prince, it looks like Third Young Miss wants to invite you to the restaurant tonight.”

The first piece of paper was a poem, and the second piece of paper was a painting. This painting did not look like Ni Duan, but it was a restaurant and some customers who were eating.

Feng Xiwu was very familiar with the restaurant, it was the biggest tavern in the capital.