Chen Xuan responded, "This just gave an excuse."
"Hoo... Hoo..."
Monts later, faint snores echoed from within the red curtains.
"It seems truly tiring these past few days."
Chen Xuan chuckled lightly to himself.
While the field won’t be ruined by plowing, it can indeed be exhausted.
Quietly, he exited the curtains and walked into the small courtyard.
"Sister Qing Lian."
At this mont, another maid of Lady Liu ca over, extending a hand as well.
The scene left Chen Xuan a bit dumbfounded.
"What’s the matter?"
"Sister said she’d bring so fine rouge from outside. You didn’t forget, did you?"
The young woman looked a bit disappointed.
"Oh... you see, sister is getting forgetful. Here it is, I didn’t forget to give it to you."
With that, Chen Xuan took out a pink box from his bosom and placed it in her hand.
There’s no denying that Qing Lian is ticulous in her work.
This was sothing Chen Xuan had specially handed to him before he left.
"Thank you, sister!"
The young woman bead with joy as she looked at the rouge in her hand.
"Alright, you go prepare the food and wine. The Prince may co tonight."
Chen Xuan instructed.
"Sure, don’t worry, sister, I’ll do it properly."
The young woman replied with a smile, then quickly went to tend to her tasks.
"To be able to thrive in a complex place like the Prince’s Mansion, Qing Lian is quite remarkable."
Chen Xuan couldn’t help but praise her internally.
It’s not just the people in Lady Liu’s small courtyard; even the other wives, as well as those guards, have good relations with Qing Lian.
This is one of the main reasons she quickly made her mark in the Prince’s Mansion.
As dusk gradually set in,
Lady Liu woke up, and the first thing she did was have Chen Xuan invite Prince Qing.
Traversing the long corridors, weaving in circles.
About half an hour later, Chen Xuan finally arrived at Prince Qing’s studio.
The sa maid in blue from before was guarding the entrance.
Seeing him arrive, she imdiately understood and pointed to the studio, nodding.
"Hehe!"
Chen Xuan chuckled softly to himself.
Qing Lian truly has won over the hearts of all these servants.
Then he approached and softly called to the studio, "Reporting to the Prince, Lady Liu said she’s feeling unwell and wishes for you to co have a look?"
Inside the studio,
Upon hearing this, Prince Qing’s face revealed a subtly aningful smile.
What unwell?
Isn’t it just a ploy to have co over?
A few days ago, she was indeed quite overbearing, not stopping unless I spoke up.
But he also understood Lady Liu’s intentions.
She wanted to bear him an heir.
"Alas!"
Prince Qing’s gaze drifted outside as he sighed deeply.
Heirs were his greatest pain.
After all these years, he had only three children, two sons and a daughter.
As a Prince of a mansion, this was too few.
The prosperity of any family is fundantally determined by the number of heirs.
Not to ntion a Prince like him, even any slightly powerful family in the Prince Qing’s Mansion has dozens of heirs, with so numbering in the hundreds or thousands.
Only he had a re three.
Since his youngest daughter was born, he had had woman after woman, yet in all these years, there hasn’t been a single one with any sign of pregnancy.
If it weren’t for his concern for appearances, he might have already gone to the Imperial City to consult an Imperial Physician.
Due to the lack of heirs, he had no choice but to select Zheng’Er.
At least it’s better than the second child.
But he knew deep down it still fell short, otherwise it wouldn’t have taken so many resources just to reach the Late-Stage Profound Realm.
His decision to yield this ti was still in hopes that a higher rule would allow him to make progress in Martial Dao.
"Let’s hope you can conceive!"
Prince Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke to himself.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been this reckless for several days, nearly draining himself.
Fortunately, after a day of rest, he had sowhat recovered.
Then he quickly placed the box in his hand into the wall and hung a painting over it.
It was that simple.
No concealing array... none!
In his view, sotis an array can backfire.
After carefully inspecting to ensure there were no issues, only then did he relax.
Then he spoke outwardly, "Got it. Have Lady Liu prepare well, I will go shortly."
"Yes!"
Chen Xuan replied softly from outside, nodding slightly to the maid in blue.
"Could it be here?"
His gaze fell on the tightly closed dark red wooden door of the studio.
"Looks like tonight, when Lady Liu entangles him, I should take a look."
"Hmph!"
Lost in thought, he was suddenly interrupted by a displeased huff.
Chen Xuan looked up to see a young man in a white robe with gold trimmings approaching, his gaze filled with disdain.
Yang Zheng!
None other than the eldest son of Prince Qing.
"Damn it, what the hell are you sighing about!"
Chen Xuan cursed internally, but outwardly forced a smile, "Greetings, Young Master!"
"What are you doing here?"
Yang Zheng imdiately questioned him, his tone hostile.
"No wonder Lady Liu wishes to bear an heir, with Yang Zheng’s attitude like this, if he inherits the Prince Qing’s Mansion, how could her days be good?"
Chen Xuan thought to himself.
In this aspect, Prince Qing falls short; though he has fewer won than Prince Qing, his rear is harmonious.
Especially the won toward Xiaoqi, treating her like their own, particularly Ning Xin, excessively doting.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t accompany him in seclusion.
"Reporting to Young Master, Lady Liu sent here."
Chen Xuan appeared sowhat fearful, even his voice trembled slightly, though it was loud.
"Again her!"
Yang Zheng’s expression turned cold; ever since that woman surnad Liu ca to the mansion, his father hadn’t visited his mother much.
"Go back and tell her, today, this Young Master has important matters to discuss with Father!"
Yet as soon as he finished speaking, a cold huff echoed from within the studio.
"Creak!"
The studio door opened in response, and at the doorway stood Prince Qing, looking displeased in this direction.
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