"Hua Ying, I don't want anyone to take advantage of the prince's love." Qing Xiao directed at Hua Ying's back, "You should understand that he is sincere to you."
Huaying returned to the room, closed the door, and inserted the rose in her hand into the flower bed.
The next day.
Hua Ying got up very early and went to the kitchen of the palace to make some pastries. She thought about it for a long time last night, saying that she should be nicer to others after taking advantage of them.
Pushing the door open and entering, I prayed that Xingchen didn't sleep well last night, so he slept in very late today.
"Qi Xingchen, wake up!" Hua Ying shouted loudly, waking Qi Xingchen from his dream.
"You, why did you come in without knocking?" Qi Xingchen wrapped his body in quilt, looking like he was guarding against female perverts.
"What door are you knocking on?" Hua Ying said nonchalantly, "I made breakfast for you. Do you like it or not?"
When Qi Xingchen saw the breakfast on the table, a smile immediately appeared on his face: "I finally know how to be gentle and considerate. Can you also cook by yourself?"
"Try my craftsmanship, it should be pretty good." Huaying often makes pastries in the Dark Realm, and various snacks are her specialty. Of course, she can only make this.
Hua Ying sat on the stool, crossed her legs, and asked: "As a prince, how come you have such a leisurely life and do nothing every day?"
"Alas, don't you know that I have been stripped of all political power, and now I only have an empty title of prince?" Qi Xingchen sighed.
Only then did Hua Ying remember that Qi Xingchen was in such a miserable state just to make up for her big problem, so she took advantage of the situation and said: "It doesn't matter if you have some leisure time. If you live alone, fame, wealth and power will be fleeting, so live happily every day.
That’s the happiest thing.”
Qi Xingchen nodded slightly: "You are right."
"Hey, you haven't answered me yet, why did you go to Dong Rong's boudoir last night? You, a grown man, go to the women's boudoir late at night, and you are alone in the same room with a man and a woman, and you are not afraid of making fire?" Hua Ying changed her tone of questioning.
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"You don't like me, why do you care?" Qi Xingchen asked.
"But... we are about to get married. If you do this, it will embarrass me." Hua Ying put her hands on her hips and looked sharply.
"Dong Rong has excellent dancing skills. They are all people who love to dance and know how to make appointments. Why don't I go and watch the dance?" Qi Xingchen said.
"You are so good at dancing? You have never seen anyone who can dance well, right?" Hua Ying dared not say that she was better at playing the piano and flute than Qi Xingchen, but she prided herself on being as good as others when it came to dancing.
Qi Xingchen's eyes lit up: "Listen to what you mean... Could it be that your dance is better than hers?"
Hua Yingyang said crookedly: "Of course."
Qi Xingchen said disapprovingly: "There is no basis for what you say, you have to speak with facts."
"Hmph, you want to use provocation on me?" Hua Ying stood up and walked out, "I won't be fooled, just eat up the cakes obediently, don't let me down."
After Hua Ying left, Qi Xingchen got off the bed, sat on a stool, and tasted the pastries that were brought to him. They were very carefully made, and each of them was beautiful red pastries.
Qi Xingchen picked up a piece and took a bite. The fragrance of flowers was refreshing. This was... the fragrance of roses. Huahua made rose cakes with roses.
I don't know whether it was because the rose cake was really delicious, or because the pastry makers, Qi Xingchen, ate up all the pastries one after another quickly. After eating, I felt that eating too much at once was a bit sweet and greasy.