"Prince Xie." Shao Fatty imdiately stood up.
His speed, just like he claid, was truly that of a nimble fatty.
The i Jis also stood up one after another, but unlike before, they were now a bit more reserved and less casual.
After all, standing before them was a genuine prince.
eting for the first ti, naturally, they didn’t dare to be too frivolous. Accidentally offending the prince could cost them their lives, which wouldn’t be worth it.
After a simple courteous greeting, the surroundings fell into silence again.
The atmosphere seed to carry a hint of awkwardness.
Fortunately, Mu Qingge originally did not wish to have much contact with the Royal Family. Even if he was an unappreciated prince, it was the sa. Even if he left a strong impression on her, it was still unchanged.
With a slight smile, Mu Qingge spoke again: "In that case, we won’t disturb Prince Xian any longer." Upon saying this, it was clearly a farewell.
The happiest ones to see Mu Qingge leaving were none other than Shao Fatty and the group of i Jis.
The atmosphere around the Octagonal Pavilion was indeed bizarrely intense. People dared not breathe too loudly.
"You’re... leaving?" Contrary to expectations, that serene handso man suddenly spoke up.
Excited, Shao Fatty’s yet uncurved smile froze, lanting in his heart: Please, no! He had no intention of wasting precious ti accompanying a princelike wooden figure.
Mu Qingge, just about to turn around, paused slightly upon hearing this, glanced back at the Octagonal Pavilion, and nodded gently: "Since I ca uninvited, naturally it’s not proper to further disturb Prince Xian. Besides..."
Her eyes flickered, landing on the group of i Jis behind her, and she kindly smiled: "If I were to stay longer, the beauties might feel uneasy. After all, His Highness’s esteed status might cause them to unintentionally offend."
Her blunt honesty earned her the gratitude of the beauties.
Their eyes, seductive like silk, carried a sense of gratitude, as if they wished to repay her with their own bodies.
"Young Lord, indeed, you are one who cherishes beauty." Qin Jinchen lowered his eyes, making it hard to discern his words’ deeper aning.
"Thank you for the complint, Your Highness. Beauties are like delicate flowers and gentle water; we n ought to be attentive and protective of them," Mu Qingge replied with a lilt of her lips. Unbeknownst to her, her words stirred many hearts in admiration.
"In that case, let us part ways." Qin Jinchen casually strumd a string on the zither, the humming sound seemingly bidding them farewell.
Mu Qingge’s gaze landed briefly on the vibrating zither string, and she smiled slightly, turning to lead her group away.
Like the wind, the group vanished from Qin Jinchen’s sight.
Watching their figures gradually fade into the Peach Blossom Forest, Qin Jinchen’s fingertips, pressing on the strings, turned pale as paper. After a long while, he slowly released them, leaving deep marks on his fingertips.
His previously composed expression suddenly revealed a sense of lancholy. Gazing at where Mu Qingge had appeared and disappeared, he murmured to himself: "In the end, you still don’t rember ."
...
They circled around the Peach Blossom Forest a few tis.
Feeling they were far enough from the Octagonal Pavilion, Shao Fatty finally sidled up to Mu Qingge and cautiously asked: "Boss, why do I feel like that Prince Xian is quite eerie?"
After speaking, he illustratively rubbed his plump arms.
Eerie?! What kind of ghostly description is that?
Mu Qingge internally grumbled at this.
On her face, she rolled her eyes and said, "How should I know? If you’re curious, feel free to go back and ask him yourself."
"No way!" Shao Fatty shivered his chubby body, refusing without a second thought.
Mu Qingge gave a light smile, choosing not to tease him further.
"Young Lord, Young Master Shao, where should we head next?" A i Ji approached, softly inquiring.
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