The Fourth Prince's moods really were far too unstable.
His points twitched every now and then.
If Jian Ruonan hadn't been certain the Fourth Prince was a man, she would have thought he had irregular periods.
Fortunately, Jian Ruonan was easygoing and didn't take it to heart at all.
A host with less mental fortitude would probably have worried themselves to death several times over by now.
Jian Ruonan crouched beside the grass and reached for a pale cloth bag lying among the weeds. "My performance props. Who threw them over here?"
"Careful, miss. Let this... gentleman pick it up." As he spoke, the Third Prince took the initiative to part the weeds and bend down to retrieve the bag.
Bits of grass, dirt, and dust clung to his moon-white brocade robe as he retrieved it, but the Third Prince paid them no mind. With tenderness in his eyes, he brushed the dirt off the bag.
Jian Ruonan pressed her lips together and said softly, "Thank you, sir."
After thanking him, she reached for the bag. But the Third Prince had no intention of returning it. Instead, he gazed at Jian Ruonan with affection brimming in his eyes.
Dantai Mo urgently ordered the Imperial Guard, "Push me over there. Quickly."
The princes were all rather handsome, and his third brother was a deeply calculating man. He feared the fifth young lady would fall under his spell.
The Imperial Guard pushed him toward the lakeside at a run. They had only just started when Jian Ruonan's thoughts came through again-
Jian Ruonan: *[??!!]*
[Is the Third Prince's eye twitching?]
[Holy crap, that's one huge eye booger!]
Dantai Mo said, "...Never mind. Push me over slowly."
At that moment, the Third Prince's heart was a tangled mess of conflict and anguish.
He