Prince, Not Tonight

The girls crowded up the stairs and stopped in front of the second window, the one the waiter had told them about. One of them, a bold young lady, knocked on the carved bamboo door and asked in a delicate voice, "Young Master, can you come in?"

The waiter had said in advance that the person in the room was a man.

However, when he said the word 'man,' the waiter's expression was extremely strange.

The girls didn't mind. They just thought the waiter was too busy doing business and his face was twitching.

The bamboo door creaked open.

The person inside stood by the door with a smile like the spring wind and a voice like the spring wind. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

All the young girls who were surrounding him were petrified.

He only felt the fragrance on his face, and the scenery in front of him was so beautiful that it was a complete mess.

The young master in the room — indeed, it was the young master. Because of the green bamboo embroidered on his robe, his figure was tall and straight, with an excellent waist line, narrow and powerful, clearly not a woman's waist — that face was clearly not a woman's face, even if it was really very beautiful, as beautiful as a painting, with a sharp chin, two watery eyes filled with emotion, and eyebrows that were neither thick nor thin. His nose was very straight, smooth to the lips that were thick and thin to match. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, containing a hint of a smile that was not there yet.

It was unknown whether it was due to emotion or ruthlessness.

They immediately understood the waiter's speechless expression: the young master in front of them was obviously prettier than a woman. He had mercilessly outdone Jiang Nan Jia, who was already full of beauties.

"How can I help you?" Seeing that the young girl didn't say anything, the man asked again.

"..." "That, it's like this. There aren't enough seats at the bottom …" It was still that bold girl who replied to the question bashfully. However, as she spoke, her face suddenly turned red.

The man didn't wait for her to finish and had already understood their request. He slightly nodded his head and stepped aside, "Come in and sit together. I'm bored drinking tea by myself."

The girls were overjoyed. Holding the hem of their dresses, they entered in a restrained and joyful line.

After they sat down, the man waved for some tea drinks to serve to the uninvited guests. He filled their cups with tea one by one, his manner as warm as the wind, the unreadable smile still on his face. The act of pouring tea was especially graceful. Every single move of killing a man had an indescribable calmness and rhythm to it.

He must be the son of an extremely well-bred family.

"May I know how to address you, young master?" the round-faced girl asked with a smile as she held the cup of tea he had poured.

"Tang San." The man smiled, his eyes were curved, and he looked kind and cute.

Tang San was a good companion.

Not to mention that he was already so pleasing to the eye, it was also a type of enjoyment to talk to him. He was very good at listening, and also understood many things, the chattering of the girls, even the gossips in the east city or the needlework in the north city.

He had been to many places.

"I saw the same kind of embroidery in Persia that year," he would say occasionally, when he was quoting from his book.

"The year before last, in Heng Wu, there were also situations like this …"

At first, the girls chattered away, but afterwards, they all quieted down. Their hands dragged their cheeks, and they sat down in a row. Their clean and elegant eyes were all staring straight at Tang San, unwilling to let go of one of his expressions or notes.

Unknowingly, an entire afternoon had passed.