"She was mocking me for being stingy and lenient."
In the Mingyue Building, Ximen Hao listened to Butler Lin's story, narrowed his eyes, tapped the table with his fingers, and said.
"The princess's behavior is indeed unexpected." Butler Lin stood in front of Ximen Hao and said.
If Su Ranhua made a noise, he could be quiet, but he didn't expect Su Ranhua to be the first to stay quiet and invite him to dine together, which was like a slap in the face that caught him off guard, leaving him unable to deal with it.
"I am indeed stingy when it comes to making a fuss about food." A sneer appeared on Ximen Hao's lips, "If she makes a fuss over a meal, I will look down on her. However, her methods are used.
It’s not a place. If the king wants to squeeze her, she won’t have a chance to raise her head. There is no high-ranking princess in the North Palace now."
"What about the princess's meals in the future?" Butler Lin asked.
"As she said, I am the one in control of the overall situation. I will not care about such trivial matters as food with her. After she has eaten and drank enough, let her be energetic as my slave." Ximen Hao stood up and left.
Go to the window and look at the distant sky with deep eyes.
It's getting dark.
After Su Ranhua practiced his skills for a few times, he was ready to rest. He was lying on the bed alone, not even bothering to light a candle. He closed the windows and doors tightly, and the room was pitch dark.
Suddenly, the door opened and a figure flashed in.
Su Ranhua narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the light in his eyes in the dark night, and paid attention to the person coming.
The thick black outline gradually approached, Su Ranhua felt the familiar cold breath, and saw clearly the tall and undisguised figure.
It’s Ximen Hao!
When Su Ranhua sat up, he was already standing in front of the bed.
"As my personal slave, is this how you do things?" Ximen Hao lowered his head slightly and glanced at Su Ranhua condescendingly, with a cold light shining in his eyes.
"I have seen the prince." Su Ranhua got out of bed quickly, followed the standard movements he noticed from Liu'er, bowed himself respectfully, and said, "The prince left the palace alone, I think even a personal servant
It’s not that I follow the prince everywhere. It’s just that when the prince comes now, I don’t know what he wants my servant to do?”
"Do you think that a personal slave only has something to do during the day? As a slave, you eat delicious food and fill your stomach. Naturally, you must be able to work hard at any time. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of money to support you?
?" Ximen Hao's voice suddenly turned up, filled with disdain and contempt.
Su Ranhua sneered secretly, it turned out that he was still caring about her behavior during the day in disguise, and good food was not given to her for free.
"I wonder what the prince needs his slaves for at this time? Is it to help you study or practice martial arts?" Su Ranhua lowered his eyelids and asked respectfully.
"Light the candle first." Ximen Hao said. It was obviously a very humble statement, but to Ximen Hao's ears it sounded like a deliberate provocation. It made his eyes even colder, and he vaguely recognized the expression on Su Ranhua's face.
His expression was somewhat laborious, but it was shrouded in darkness.
"Yes." Su Ranhua responded, then turned back to look for the flint on the table.
In the darkness, if she was asked to pay attention to breathing life, she could accurately determine where the faint sound of breathing was, but it was still a bit difficult for her to find a small flint.
As soon as he took a step forward, Su Ranhua noticed Ximen Hao's attack behind him. Just as he was about to dodge, his thoughts changed and he let a big hand grab his back, then swept away, left the house, and came to
Ximen Hao's study.
The candlelight in the study was bright, and there were several books placed on the desk. Ximen Hao must have just gone to Wutong Residence after reading them.
Su Ranhua, who was let go by Ximen Hao, straightened his clothes that were pulled back by him, and glanced at the pen and ink on the desk and the books on the bookshelf, "Does the prince want to study or practice calligraphy?"
"Wait for me to go to bed." Ximen Hao stood in front of Su Ran's painting, looking at her well-behaved person who pretended to understand, but still looked calm and calm. His demeanor and words could restrain his momentum and pretend to compromise, but
The arrogance deep in his heart is unwavering.
However, he had never noticed anything like this on Su Ranhua's body before the wedding.
When he couldn't see Su Ranhua's expression clearly, he wanted to see it clearly, but when he really saw it, his thoughts were racing and he was secretly turbulent.
Su Ranhua's indifferent expression seemed to be satirizing Ximen Hao's heart, while Ximen Hao ordered Su Ranhua arbitrarily and domineeringly.
Obviously, Ximen Hao's words surprised Su Ranhua. He didn't reply for a while, and looked around the study, wondering how he should sleep this time.
Seeing Su Ranhua's confusion, Ximen Hao walked up to the desk and touched a button. The bookshelf in the study room slid aside, revealing a door.
Inside is a small inner room with an exquisite mahogany carved bed.
"Go in and serve this king." Ximen Hao said in a commanding tone.
Su Ranhua stared at the mahogany carved bed without moving.
"What? Are you disobedient again?" Ximen Hao walked up to Su Ranhua, a faint smile appeared on his cold and handsome face, but his dark eyes were a vortex that went straight to the bottom of his eyes, staring at Su Ranhua with a wicked look.
The intimidating air of sycophancy.
At this time, Su Ranhua was only wearing a crescent-white middle coat. Ximen Hao suddenly arrived at Wutong Residence. She didn't even have time to put on a coat and long ink hair, under the candlelight.
, there is also a bit of charming charm in the faint expression.
"I'm afraid I'm not suitable for this." Su Ranhua raised his head and said calmly.
"You are my personal servant, why not?" Ximen Hao chuckled disapprovingly, "Don't you understand the meaning of the word 'personal'? Or are you planning to break the contract?"
"I don't want to break the contract. It's the prince's request that makes things difficult for me." Su Ranhua said.
"Oh?" Ximen Hao raised his eyebrows, "I thought you could accept everything for the sake of the agreement, but it turned out that there were times when you were in trouble? However, your becoming a personal slave was originally just my will, and it has nothing to do with whether there is an agreement. The agreement is just what you give yourself.
I have found a condition that can redeem me. If you don’t want to continue, then there is no harm in being my personal slave forever.”
"So, this slave must follow the prince's instructions no matter what?" A charming smile appeared on Su Ranhua's upturned face.
"Yes, no one can disobey this king's will." Ximen Hao said proudly, taking in the charming smile painted by Su Ran, his heavy heart trembled slightly.
Su Ranhua took his eyes away from Ximen Hao, walked to the desk, picked up the candlestick on the table, and walked towards the door.
Ximen Hao then followed, and the door of the bookshelf behind him closed tightly.