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Chapter 61 Delicate and Powerless

Xiao Ce felt that Qin Zhao's words seemed to make sense. He looked at his name and then at the handwriting she copied, and was speechless for a moment.

Baozhu and Baoyu, who were serving not far away, looked at each other.

The two of them serve the girl every day, and have never seen the girl write His Highness the Crown Prince's name. In this case, the girl's words are clearly to prevaricate His Highness the Crown Prince.

It couldn't be that the girl was obsessed with His Highness the Crown Prince and secretly got up after they fell asleep to write His Highness the Crown Prince's name every day to comfort her from missing her, right?

Thinking of this possibility, the two girls' hearts froze.

Qin Zhao didn't know that his two maids suddenly thought of this.

Every time she copied a message, she would be ruined by Xiao Ce and start over again. Later, she acted weak and weak and acted out a painful trick: "Your Highness, the peasant girl is sick and dizzy. She can't lift her hands. She feels so uncomfortable. I can't

Will you write again tomorrow?"

After she finished speaking, she deliberately handed her thin hand to Xiao Ce. How could he bear to torture her like this?

Xiao Ce took a look at her slender wrists. There was no flesh at all, and her body was not fully healed yet.

"That's all, I'll continue practicing calligraphy tomorrow and take a rest early today." After Xiao Ce finished speaking, he stood up and left.

Qin Zhao fell down on the couch happily and was about to celebrate, but he didn't dare to do it too obviously.

Xiao Ce hasn't gone far yet, and it won't be too late to celebrate again when he does.

After Xiao Ce returned to the main hall, he specifically called Zhang Jixiang to him: "You don't need to serve in front of me in the past few days..."

Zhang Jixiang was shocked when he heard this. He knelt down and said, "I have done something wrong. Isn't it okay for me to correct it?"

"What Gu means is that you go to Wangyue Residence to serve and supervise Qin Zhao to eat well every day. You must report to Gu no matter how much she eats. If she eats less, you must tell Gu immediately."

As soon as Xiao Ce said these words, Zhang Jixiang breathed a sigh of relief and felt depressed at the same time.

He is the most important personal attendant of His Highness the Crown Prince, yet His Highness the Crown Prince sends him to supervise such trivial matters as Qin Zhao's meal. In other words, Qin Zhao's meal is more important than the safety of His Highness the Prince himself.

As soon as the result of this inference came out, he suddenly felt bad.

Inside Wangyue Residence, it was confirmed that Xiao Ce had left Wangyue Residence. Qin Zhao was immediately thinking about how to make Xiao Ce give up his decision to let her copy the copybook.

Bao Zhu and Bao Yu came to her at the same time. Bao Yu asked: "When did the girl practice calligraphy? Why don't the slaves know about it?"

"Yes, I don't know, either." Bao Zhu and Bao Yu sang in harmony: "Girl, tell me honestly, have you ever had a crush on His Highness, that's why you secretly practiced writing His Highness's name at night?"

"Young lady, you can't do this. No matter how good the prince is, he will be the future king. The king will have three palaces and six courtyards. Then not only will there be beauties in the east palace, but there will also be countless beauties in the three palaces and six courtyards. Do you think you can compete with those beauties?

Even if His Highness the Crown Prince is temporarily good to the girl, it does not mean that His Highness the Crown Prince will always be good to the girl. The girl cannot fall in love with His Highness the Crown Prince because of this..."

"Okay, okay, what are you talking about? Don't worry, I don't have any thoughts about His Highness the Crown Prince. I'm not feeling well yet. I will leave the East Palace when I feel better." Qin Zhao shook his head.

Shaking his sore and swollen wrist, he whispered softly: "I will pretend to be sick from tomorrow and say that I am weak, otherwise I will be forced to practice calligraphy by His Highness the Crown Prince again. You must remember to cooperate with me."

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