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Ye Suhuan ordered, "Someone, take these into the ice cellar."

Before his words fell, a close Guard walked in, took the tray from Shen Chuwei’s hands, and then stepped out.

Shen Chuwei wiped her hands with a handkerchief and glanced at Ye Suhuan standing in front of her, wondering if she was supposed to wait here the whole time.

"Prince," she asked on the surface, while her heart screamed inside, praying that he would go back and wait there, "How many hours do you plan to wait here?"

As if seeing through her thoughts, Ye Suhuan did not insist on staying nor did he ask for anything else.

"When it’s ready, send it to my palace."

Shen Chuwei offered a slight smile, "No problem."

Ye Suhuan stared at her for quite some time, focusing on the trace of a smile that was drawn from the corners of her mouth, wishing he would leave immediately.

Shen Chuwei’s smile was becoming somewhat strained, yet Ye Suhuan still did not leave. "Is there anything else, Prince?" she asked.

Ye Suhuan looked at her intently, "Why do you like Xiao Jinyan?"

Shen Chuwei answered without hesitation, "He’s handsome."

Ye Suhuan: "..."

"There are countless handsome men in this world, so it’s just because he’s good-looking? But I am not lacking in looks either."

Shen Chuwei’s gaze drifted to the silver mask on Ye Suhuan’s cheek, smilingly she said, "Then take off your mask and let me see if that’s the case."

Ye Suhuan also smiled as he asked, "If I took it off, would you like me?"

Shen Chuwei replied succinctly with two words, "No."

Ye Suhuan’s voice suddenly turned cold, "Then what’s the point of looking?"

"Self-praise is no recommendation."

Shen Chuwei huffed and turned to head into the Bedchamber.

Ye Suhuan: "..."

If Ye Suhuan wasn’t leaving, she certainly could, right?

After waking up from sleep, she could have some Mung Bean Ice Cream.

Before going to sleep, Shen Chuwei had a little Palace Maid bring a stick of incense.

The little Palace Maid was quick, returning soon with an incense stick in hand.

"Master, what do you need the incense for?"

Shen Chuwei held the incense solemnly, "To pray to the deities."

The little Palace Maid, confused, asked, "Pray for what?"

"You wouldn’t understand."

Shen Chuwei closed her eyes; sincerity brings divine response, she rarely wished so earnestly.

For any passing deity, this humble girl here sincerely makes a wish, hoping the National Master returns soon.

The little Palace Maid, observing her master’s devout face, suddenly realized that the Master was seeking a relationship. Surrounded by so many princes daily, each prince handsome and wealthy, she didn’t know which one to choose, so she was earnestly asking the deities for help.

After making her wish, Shen Chuwei handed the incense to the little Palace Maid and then started undressing to go to sleep.

The little Palace Maid, holding the lit incense, seriously reminded, "Master, to pray for a relationship, you need to go to Yuelao Temple. Passing deities won’t do that."

The little Palace Maid used to be meek, afraid of not serving well and being ’beheaded.’

Since she started spending time with Shen Chuwei, she had grown bolder, and her personality had become livelier, even picking up some of her master’s ways of speaking.

Shen Chuwei paused in her undressing, "Who said I was praying for a relationship?"

She seemed not to have mentioned any desire for seeking relationships, had she?

The little Palace Maid, looking puzzled, questioned, "Then what are you praying for, Master? Could it be you’ve decided on whom to marry? The Crown Prince? If you choose the Crown Prince, you’ll become the Crown Princess."

Uh! Was the little Palace Maid so concerned?

"You’re still young; you wouldn’t understand," said Shen Chuwei, patting her on the shoulder before sprawling onto the bed and closing her eyes to sleep.

The little Palace Maid watched her master, still confused, thinking the Master didn’t seem much older than her.

*

Ye Suhuan had just walked out of Wuyou Palace when he saw Ye Yuchen coming towards him.

"Third brother, I knew you had come for Little Nine," Ye Yuchen strode over, looking at Ye Suhuan with concern.

Ye Suhuan asked indifferently, "Why are you here?"

Ye Yuchen replied somewhat helplessly, "Of course, to see you. Couldn’t you have waited until your injury healed before coming to see Little Nine? She isn’t going anywhere."

Ye Suhuan had just been released from solitary confinement yesterday, his body not having a single unbruised part, and even with his high kung fu, he could not withstand three days of whipping.

The wounds were bone-deep, and there was something amiss with the whip used.

Without guessing, it was clear that someone was deliberately stirring trouble behind the scenes, wanting Ye Suhuan dead.

Ye Suhuan let out a low chuckle, "Too late."

Ye Yuchen pressed, "What’s too late?"

Without explaining, Ye Suhuan continued walking forward.

Ye Yuchen catching up, said, "Third brother, heal your injuries first."

After returning to the Hall, Ye Yuchen came in and ordered, "Bring the medicine box."

The Guard promptly went to fetch the medicine box.