The Prince of Jin spoke slowly, a hint of amusement in his voice, "I was just about to tell you that I've wiped myself clean, but I found I don't have any clothes to change into."
Tang Zhuyun did indeed overlook this issue.
But she didn't quite believe it, and neither did the Prince of Jin.
She strongly suspected that he was doing this on purpose to show it to her.
"Then wear the dirty clothes," Tang Zhuyun said irritably, but in her heart she was thinking about whether she should go to her father and brothers to find a couple of new clothes...
No, Song Jingyang should have gone with him.
The Prince of Jin refused, saying, "Wouldn't that make it dirty again?"
Where is Song Jingyang?
I'm worried he might bother me, so I'll ask him to come again tomorrow morning.
Tang Zhuyun: "Then stay naked!"
This brat is so difficult to deal with.
Prince of Jin suppressed a laugh—he was afraid that if he laughed again, he would annoy Tang Zhuyun —and said, "I don't mind, I'm just afraid you..."
Tang Zhuyun: "Can't you go to sleep? If you're not going to sleep, I'm going to sleep!"
"A-Yun, where are you going to sleep?"
Where can Tang Zhuyun go?
Yanran is easily startled when she sleeps, so she can't go back to her room, but she can't go too far either. He's taken the west side room, so she'll stay in the adjacent west side room, which is the room she's in now.
However, if the Prince of Jin wants to go out, he will have to pass by her room...
Who cares!
Tang Zhuyun lay down on the bed fully clothed and said, "I'll sleep here. Don't make a fuss. You won't be able to sleep for long anyway. Don't you have to go see the Emperor and report back?"
Hearing her sleepy voice, the Prince of Jin agreed, "Alright."
Soon, Tang Zhuyun's even breathing could be heard.
The two rooms are next to each other, separated only by a curtain...
The Prince of Jin, his mind wandering, lay naked under her thin blanket, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
I don't want to sleep, but... I don't dare to sleep.
He was afraid that if he fell asleep, he would have some indescribable dreams, and then... he couldn't very well take the blanket with him.
That doesn't make sense.
Being able to come back, even just like this, listening to her breathing, brings me comfort, peace, and tranquility.
"Song Jingyang, don't pull me!"
Suddenly, the Prince of Jin heard the voice of his nemesis, Xiu'er.
Song Jingyang, that damn bastard!
Letting him go to see Xiu'er was an act of empathy; unexpectedly, he couldn't stop Xiu'er at all and ended up being a informant.
The Prince of Jin had no doubt that Xiu'er was there to cause him trouble.
But it's alright, he thought calmly. He hadn't done anything, and Tang Zhuyun was still sleeping in the outer room; she would definitely be able to stop Xiu'er.
I'll spit on Song Jingyang a hundred times again. Give him a good beating and wait!
Prince of Jin silently pulled the covers up.
"Xiu'er, Xiu'er-- " Song Jingyang followed along without any semblance of composure, almost in tears.
The prince would probably skin him alive.
"The Prince must be looking for the young lady," Xiu'er said. "I need to keep an eye on things."
"What are you staring at? The wedding's on the way..."
"It's not already, it's not like it's already happened," Xiu'er said. "Oh my God, what's going on? What has the Prince done!"
Prince of Jin:???
What did he do?
What's Xiu'er making such a racket in the yard?
Song Jingyang shouted, "Someone come here! Fire! Fire! Xiu'er, go inside and call the Empress and the Prince, I need to put out the fire!"
The two of them went around the screen wall and saw a fire in the kitchen.
Hearing the noise outside, Tang Zhuyun jumped up, stumbled to the next room, picked up Yanran, and ran outside.
Where is the Prince of Jin?
"Your Highness, Your Highness!" she cried out.
But the Prince of Jin remained silent.
Is this person fast asleep?
Just then, Xiu'er came in, and Tang Zhuyun placed Yanran in her arms, saying, "You go out first!"
Tang Zhuyun had no idea where the fire was; she instinctively thought it was in the room, so she was extremely anxious to save Prince of Jin and get out together.
She ran into Prince of Jin's room and shook him, crying, "Your Highness, wake up!"
The Prince of Jin said, "I'm awake. A-Yun, you can go out now!"
"Come with me! There's a fire!" Tang Zhuyun's voice was hoarse with anxiety.
Prince of Jin covered her mouth. "Silly girl, the firefighters must have arrived by now. Do you want everyone to know I'm here? Be good, you go out first, I'll slip out in the chaos later."
Tang Zhuyun then noticed that Prince of Jin had already put on his dirty clothes, looking ready to go out at any moment.
He didn't stand up, perhaps afraid that his shadow would give him away when the candlelight came on...
Tang Zhuyun was almost in tears.
What kind of time is this to be thinking about such trivial things?
He cared about her reputation, even though she didn't care about it.
"Then be careful." Tang Zhuyun's throat tightened slightly, but she knew she couldn't waste any more time, so she lifted her skirt and ran out.
However, after running outside, he heard Song Jingyang say casually, "Luckily, there was water in the water tank. I smashed the tank, and the fire went out."
It turned out that the two pieces of firewood that the Prince of Jin pulled out from under the stove still had embers, which reignited the embers and caused the fire to start.
Tang Zhuyun:???
Xiu'er, holding Yanran, scolded from the side, "You only lit a small fire, couldn't you have scooped up two ladles of water? Do you think the water tank didn't cost money?"
They were terrified when they first came in and saw the flames, but then they realized that it had just started burning, and Song Jingyang had already put it out all by himself before anyone else could arrive.
Tang Zhuyun was both amused and exasperated. She took Yanran from Xiu'er's arms and whispered, "Go and stop the people outside. Tell them everything is alright."
Xiu'er has left.
Song Jingyang asked with a troubled expression, "Your Highness, the Prince...?"
Tang Zhuyun gloated, "You're in trouble."
She whispered to him to go back and fetch clean clothes for the Prince of Jin.
Yanran rubbed her eyes. "Mother, Father is back?"
Tang Zhuyun carried her inside to see Prince of Jin.
Despite complaining about the Prince of Jin's stench, Yanran threw herself into his arms, beaming with joy.
"Father, did you bring me a gift? You promised to bring me a gift."
The Prince of Jin said, "I brought it, but it's at the Prince's residence. I'll give it to you tomorrow."
Yanran hummed in response, "But you brought everything you gave to Mother."
Tang Zhuyun's eyes widened.
"When Mother was holding me just now, the bracelet poked me," Yanran said. "Mother never likes wearing these things; Father must have given it to me when he just returned."
Tang Zhuyun: What a clever little devil.
Prince of Jin frowned. "Not wearing these? A-Yun, what about Master Hong'en prayer beads?"
He assumed Tang Zhuyun wasn't wearing it because she was sleeping, but he hadn't realized she hadn't been wearing it recently.
Tang Zhuyun said, "The rope broke before, so I had it re-stitched, and I forgot to wear it. I'll wear it tomorrow!"
A blessed item can ward off evil spirits even if it doesn't suppress a spirit!
(Haha, don't be naughty, I asked for a milk tea update yesterday~ Seriously, watching the video is enough~)