Prince, Not Tonight

He leaned on the chair by the window and started flipping through some ancient books. When he passed by, he glanced at them: there were all kinds of strange symbols and some obscure words, but she really couldn't tell what they were. Of course, she didn't have the heart to read them.

When he heard Cloudfall's footsteps, he raised his head and glanced at her. Afterwards, he continued to read his book and didn't tell Cloudfall what to do.

She didn't dare to be negligent as she respectfully stood behind Nan Xian. He lowered his head and put on a gentle and humble expression.

He stood there for the entire morning.

Yun Fei's back was aching and her legs were trembling. She stole a glance at the Second Young Master, who was still leaning gracefully on his chair, flipping the pages slowly. His handsome face was like a pool of water in a deep valley, his beauty was gone, but there were no waves.

In contrast, Tang San's expression was much richer. If one wanted to be like Second Young Master and read such a boring book, he would have to spend an entire morning reading! I'm afraid the sun is going to rise from the west.

Just as Yun Xu finished his thoughts, he was shocked in his heart, "Damn it! Why did I think of that pervert again!?"

In order to prevent herself from thinking about Tang San, that big bastard, she began to organize the information in her mind regarding the Southern King's Estate.

The Southern King's Estate was an extremely difficult place to describe in the Ye Dynasty.

It had already left the political center, so the common people did not know much about the various gossip within the Southern King's Estate. The entire royal palace, including its servants, were all present in this dynasty in an extremely low-key manner.

Most of the time, the ministers in the imperial court could hardly remember that there was such a palace in the country.

However, when something really had to do with the Prince's Mansion, the crowd would realize that the Southern King's Mansion was so untouchable.

In any case, any case that involved the Southern King's Estate and even involved the lives of people, the Emperor would only lightly say, "The matters of the Southern King are not to be taken into consideration."

Even the civil and military officials of the imperial court could only stay silent.

Of course, in a low-key manner. The Southern King's Mansion had not been in any trouble, so they had drifted away from the power of the Ye Dynasty as if they were separated from it.

The only thought he had was: Don't offend the Southern King, or else there won't be a good ending.

It was a good thing that the Southern Wasteland that she had to deal with wasn't some great figure from the Prince's Mansion.

Now that he thought about it, the promise he had with 'South Stream' was almost here ….

While Yun Xu was lost in his thoughts, the real Nanji finally flipped to the last page. He gently closed the book, thought for a moment, and then stood up from his chair.

"Tea." Qing Qing gave an order in an indifferent tone.

Yun Fei immediately regained his senses and gave an 'oh' in a spirited voice. He then turned around and ran to the side of the tea table. He poured a full cup and held it in both hands with a flattering smile, "Second Young Master, please enjoy yourself."

His voice was loud and clear, and his back was ramrod straight. The spirited appearance that Yun Xu gave off was not ordinary at all.

Nanshi could not help but glance at her, but when he saw the flattering look on her face, he felt slightly disheartened. He didn't seem to dislike it, but he didn't have a good impression of it either.