When thinking about the possibility, Su Mo'er's face immediately turned red, and her heart was in turmoil, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Although she was inexperienced, during this time, Yuan Niang would also teach them about the matters of the women's chambers.
She realized that nothing could compare to the experience of the women's chambers in holding on to a man in the fastest way possible.
If she could have the opportunity to serve the Crown Prince before everyone else, then she would definitely have confidence in securing a place by the Crown Prince's side.
However, despite thinking this way, actually doing it was still unavoidably difficult and embarrassing for her.
Because the matter of the Crown Prince ordering her to attend to him at the Dingxi Pavilion was widely known, so when she arrived at the Dingxi Pavilion, she was led by the eunuch who had previously escorted her to the banquet to the wing where the Crown Prince was staying.
The eunuch's surname was Li, and everyone called him Li Gonggong. He had served by the Crown Prince's side since he was a child, so Su Mo'er also held him in great respect.
Li Gonggong said, "Miss Su, you may wait here. His Highness still has some matters to attend to and will come here after finishing. At that time, you can assist His Highness with washing and changing, and since Miss Su has practiced these procedures beforehand, I won't say much more.".
Su Mo'er quickly returned the courtesy and said, "Thank you, Li Gonggong, I understand."
Subsequently, Li Gonggong left and Su Mo'er, feeling uneasy, dared not move around in the room and could only stand still, carefully surveying her surroundings.
The Crown Prince didn't like extravagance and waste, so the entire room was furnished in a simple and unadorned manner.
Nevertheless, as it was still the Commandant's Manor and the Crown Prince's residence, the simplicity was accompanied by a grandeur; the decor and furnishings were extremely delicate.
Su Mo'er looked around for a while and couldn't help but silently admire the elegance of the room. However, as time passed and the Crown Prince did not appear, she couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.
"Could it be that His Highness forgot that I am here?" she thought, then quickly dismissed the thought, "Even if His Highness lives here and forgets about being here, he should still return, right?"
She was conflicted, "He is the Crown Prince. If he gets tired along the way and doesn't want to come back, where else can he rest? I'm afraid that when he says he wants to rest, the Commandant and others will happily give up their rooms..."
With these thoughts, her emotions underwent complex changes, from initial excitement and anticipation to subsequent uneasiness, and now to torment...
In addition to her tired and sore feet, after standing still for a while, she was feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
After struggling for some time, she decided in her mind, "I'll just sit down and rest; as soon as His Highness comes back, I can immediately stand up."
Thinking this, she sat down and immediately felt much better. However, the room was too quiet, and after today's exhaustion, she was both tired and hungry, and accidentally fell asleep in the chair.
When Zhao Jinghuan returned, he happened to see her leaning her head, sitting in that spacious chair, nodding off intermittently.
He couldn't help but be stunned, and the eunuch behind him, seeing this, couldn't help but click his tongue, thinking how bold this Miss Su was, actually falling asleep while waiting for the Crown Prince.
He was about to step forward to wake Su Mo'er up, but was stopped by Zhao Jinghuan raising his hand, and with a flick back, the eunuch obediently backed out.
As he left, he vaguely caught sight of His Highness walking up to the sleeping Su Mo'er, and then bending down with his hands behind his back, just staring at her...
The eunuch was startled. When did His Highness become so accommodating? Wasn't the initial reaction supposed to be to wake the person up with a stern face and punish them?...
Zhao Jinghuan himself didn't know what was going on. After the banquet, he sat in the study with the local officials for a while before beginning to discuss the important matters related to this trip.
However, he was very unsatisfied with the result. He brought up a matter and the officials readily agreed, but then they immediately started complaining.
As a result, when he returned to the Dingxi Pavilion, he was indeed very unhappy. However, seeing Su Mo'er sleeping, inexplicably, his full heart of vexation gradually calmed down.
He even found it strange, so he approached and observed Su Mo'er. While she was sleeping, she was just as alluring, but her sleepy eyes, slightly pouted lips, and the way she sat were all completely different from what he usually saw.
Usually, when he looked at her, she always exuded a dazzling brightness, but at this moment, she was filled with tenderness, making him involuntarily feel soft-hearted.
Even the way her head was tilted, and the slight plumpness of her cheeks gave off a cute and lovable feeling.
Instinctively, he raised his hand and gently pinched, and as expected, it felt soft...
Then, Su Mo'er, who was pinched, woke up groggily, and the two of them stared at each other.
Subsequently, Su Mo'er shivered and made a sound, intending to get up, but didn't expect the Crown Prince to be so close to her, causing her to bump her head directly into his.
Su Mo'er reacted too late and was dizzy from the impact, and had to sit back down on the chair.
Zhao Jinghuan, with a much better tolerance than her, also felt a headache from the collision, and it took him two steps to straighten himself up.
But with Su Mo'er present, he forcibly suppressed the urge to cover his forehead with his hand, and just stared at Su Mo'er with a stern face.
Feeling the increasingly cold aura from the man in front of her, Su Mo'er's mind went blank, and she felt despair, thinking she was done for!
However, she quickly got up, knelt down and said, "I beg Your Highness's forgiveness! This servant was careless for a moment..."
She was full of fear, but Zhao Jinghuan stared at her for a long time, then suddenly interrupted her and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
"???" Su Mo'er raised her head in astonishment, "Your Highness...?"
Zhao Jinghuan asked again, "You seemed to be sleeping very soundly and comfortably?"
What did he mean by that?
Although she couldn't figure out the other party's thoughts at all, Su Mo'er immediately responded softly, "I slept, it was alright..."
Only then did Zhao Jinghuan nod, and directly passed by Su Mo'er and entered the room. Noticing that she was still kneeling, he said, "What are you daydreaming for? Do I need to carry you over here?"
Thinking of that scene, Su Mo'er couldn't help but shudder.
Although she didn't know why the Crown Prince wasn't angry, for herself, it was definitely a pleasant change.
She quickly got up and followed him closely, stuttering, "Your Highness, are you ready to retire for the night? Shall I assist you with washing and changing?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Jinghuan suddenly stopped and turned around, staring at her. Su Mo'er abruptly stopped, barely avoiding bumping into him, and stumbled back a few steps, feeling even more pain in her ankle.
Although she did not show it, she concealed her discomfort, but Zhao Jinghuan felt how keen she was, and at a glance, he saw the fleeting pain in her expression. Her gaze shifted downward thoughtfully, "How's your foot?"
"Ah?" Su Mo'er really couldn't keep up with His Highness's thoughts. Why did he suddenly change the topic?
Before she could react, she felt the man in front of her suddenly approaching, and then he picked her up horizontally.
Su Mo'er couldn't help but exclaim, her hands instinctively clasping tightly around his neck, full of tension, "Your Highness, what are you doing? You can't do this! Let me down quickly..."
Her words suddenly stopped, as she suddenly realized, the prince wouldn't be wanting to... do that, would he?
Thinking of this, she felt embarrassed, but she remembered Yuan Niang's teachings: men dislike women who show no reaction at all. Without any response, what's the difference from a dead fish? So, before intercourse, it's best to resist but welcome. In this way, even the most difficult man will definitely be interested.
She had no experience in how to resist but welcome, but she knew that her appearance was her best weapon.
So she immediately adjusted her state of mind, and her cheeks quickly blushed, saying, "Your Highness, you haven't washed up yet. Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
Zhao Jinghuan frowned, "What's inappropriate? Do you mind?"
Su Mo'er hurriedly said, "I'm afraid you won't feel well..."
Zhao Jinghuan said, "What's wrong? You're overthinking it."
Seeing him so decisive, Su Mo'er couldn't help but force a smile: Could it be that the prince likes something a bit extreme?
She had heard Yuan Niang say that there were many perverted people who not only enjoyed those things in the boudoir, but also liked to add many things to make it more interesting, sometimes it was a whip, sometimes it was dripping wax, and sometimes it was like treating pigs or dogs...
These things used to feel very distant to her, but at this moment, Zhao Jinghuan's actions gradually gave her a real impression of those words, and an uncontrollable sense of fear emerged.
Yuan Niang had said that she had seen many girls fall under the strange preferences of those people and never get up again.
Just as she was thinking, Zhao Jinghuan had already carried her to the bed, and then gently put her on the edge of the bed, then naturally squatted down, reaching out to lift her dress and look at her feet.
Seeing this, Su Mo'er became even more frightened, but with the arrow already on the string, she couldn't help but strike.
She figured she might as well just reach out and grab his clothes and belt, slowly opening them while saying, "Your Highness, I understand. Since you like it, then I will definitely welcome it."
Instead of passively enduring, it was better to take the initiative. Yuan Niang had said that some men also liked to be treated that way. Maybe the prince was one of them?
She suppressed her trembling heart and forced a smile, with a seductive look and a glint in her eyes that seemed to hook the heart...
When Zhao Jinghuan looked up and met those watery eyes, he couldn't help but be startled, and then reacted to her actions. He instinctively grabbed her delicate wrist, his face dark as he restrained his restless heart and sternly asked, "What do you mean?!"
Even though he had grabbed her so suddenly, Su Mo'er couldn't help but frown and say, "Your Highness, you've hurt me..."
But in her heart, she became even more convinced that the prince indeed had that kind of preference...
With her saying this, Zhao Jinghuan finally realized his overreaction, so he relaxed his grip a bit, but didn't let go of her. Instead, he frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"I will serve Your Highness to rest." Seeing his furrowed brows, Su Mo'er became a little flustered, her eyes looking at him with shyness and timidity, as she said, "Don't you like it?"
The author has something to say:
Su Mo'er: Waaah, so the prince likes this kind of thing...
Zhao Jinghuan: I don't, I'm not, it's impossible!
Author: Please collect it~~~