Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

Murong Ling didn't think much of it, but the next day, he truly felt the weight of Prince Qin's promise.

Prince Qin woke up earlier than her, perspiring profusely as she came in from the outside, her face flushed red from exercise. Her originally handsome face had been infected by the sexiness of a man, causing the servants in the room to blush and feel her spring heart.

When she saw her, he immediately smiled warmly. She was like a completely different person from that cold Palace Lord, Murong Ling thought to herself.

She was still in a daze, when she heard the servants exclaim. Prince Qin had actually used a towel to personally wash her face, probably because it was his first time doing that, his hand force was extremely strong, and when he released her, Murong Ling's face was already rubbed red.

"Prince, please let us servants do these menial tasks."

Murong Ling's expression did not last long. She was still flesh and blood, and could not bear to be treated like a board by others.

Li Cangmin somewhat embarrassedly threw away the towel, and when he saw the servant girl bringing the clothes up, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Don't …"

Before she could object, her clothes had already been snatched away.

Murong Ling was tall, the servant girl had to stand on tiptoe to get her clothes on, but Prince Qin was different. He was tall and big, but Murong Ling had just gotten to his chin.

Because of this position, Murong Ling couldn't help but lean into his embrace. His physique was cold, and although his embrace was not as cold as the White Palace Lord, it was not hot either.

She was stunned and asked, "What kind of incense does the prince use?"

Li Cangmin paused when he was putting on his clothes, and then lowered his head. He could see the long and raised eyelashes of the woman.

Murong Ling realized that her suspicion just now was somewhat laughable. The incense on Prince Qin was naturally provided by the servants of the Duke Palaces, this kind of cold incense was probably very popular.

"Princess, your waist is so thin."

Her slim waist did not even fit into his grasp before Prince Qin helped to tie her belt. Her boney hands continuously measured her waist with a curious expression.

Murong Ling felt itchy and hurriedly avoided it, "Your highness should also wash up, I'll have to enter the palace later."

Prince Qin then retracted his hand, closed his eyes and stood still, allowing the servants to step forward and serve him.

Closing his eyes, Prince Qin had a trace of coldness and alienation in his eyes compared to normal. His five senses were upright, his features were clean and cold, and his thin lips were pursed into a faint arc.

The servants' faces and ears reddened. After he finished washing up, Prince Qin opened his eyes. He seemed to have slept for a little while, his bright black eyes carrying a hazy mist, which diluted the sharp look in his face. His gaze landed on Murong Ling and his lips hooked up into a smile, "Princess, let's go."

The two of them walked into the palace. Your Majesty was initially calling for the Golden Crow Guard General, who was in charge of patrolling the capital. When he heard that the Prince Qin had arrived, he immediately called for people to enter.

"Min, quickly show it to the Royal Father. Are you hurt?"

Emperor Xuanwu was a man who was over a hundred years old. Even though his temples had been dyed with frost and white, his eyes were like torches and his demeanor was extraordinary. As soon as Prince Qin entered, he immediately dragged Prince Qin along, wanting to check both inside and outside, afraid that the imperial physician would see through it.