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He had clearly been right behind me, and it seemed he was about to see my head, but he strode past me with long steps.
I was out of breath, still unable to escape the fate of sweeping the stairs. At this moment, the sun had already set, and the evening glow had faded.
Looking down in another direction, I could see the smoke rising from the kitchens of the entire Ming City and the lights of thousands of households.
The fire trees and silver flowers are in harmony, the star bridge and iron locks are open. The dark dust follows the horse, while the bright moon chases after people. The courtesans are all like blooming plums, and as they sing, the falling petals resemble falling plums. The guards do not stop at night, and the jade hourglass should not rush.
He gazed far away, overlooking his picturesque landscape, and could not help but express his grand ambitions:
"I hope that during my reign in the future, the entire world will flourish not just in Ming City and the four cities of Starfire and Windstorm, but at least in more than half of the thirty-one cities of the Northern Dynasty. Everyone should use their talents to their fullest, resources should be utilized effectively, wise men should seek happiness for the people, while mediocre individuals should focus on self-improvement. The law should be strict, regulations clear; officials should not seek personal gain, and judges should not show favoritism..."
He was getting into it when he turned his head and saw my weary face, his demeanor imposing.
I tried to explain that I was listening: "Your Highness will surely be a wise ruler in the future; the people will definitely be happy to have a king like you."
This sounded somewhat like flattery; no, perhaps it was because I was rambling that it came off as insincere.
I attempted to clarify again, but as I spoke, things only got worse: "I am also one of the common people, so I have the right to judge; Your Highness shouldn't think I'm flattering you..."
"Playing music to a cow," he coldly glanced at the broom beside him and snorted to signal me, "Start!"
I tiredly complied, picked up the broom, and began to sweep downwards. The moonlight poured down, illuminating one step after another; I swept diligently in its light.
About halfway through, he suddenly called a halt and snatched the broom from my hands to do it himself.
He said: "With your slowness, you won't be sleeping tonight."
"..."
The next morning, I was awakened by the morning bell from the temple. I had been so exhausted during the night that I struggled for a long time before finally getting out of bed.
However, when I arrived, Fu Jingchen seemed to have already come early. He wouldn't waste time waiting for me; he was actually practicing martial arts, wielding a broom with ease.
"Keep going!" Without looking at me, he knew I had arrived and threw a broom towards me from afar.
Today’s sky was overcast with no sunlight shining down; a cold wind blew through chillingly. He walked ahead of me, and even though I quickened my pace, I found it hard to keep up.
"Your Highness, did I say something wrong yesterday?" Seeing that he remained silent, I tentatively asked, " Huazhi is naturally dull and cannot speak, please don't take it to heart."
"I already said, don't treat me as Your Highness these days," he replied casually, seemingly lost in thought.
I thought he was angry and began to think of ways to please him. "Your Highness?"
He glanced at me and after a long pause impatiently uttered one word: "Speak."
"Let me tell you a joke. Once there was a family with three sons. The eldest and the second son were very smart, but the youngest was the dullest. One day their father asked them to draw a picture based on farming life, with a time limit of one incense stick. Time passed quickly, and the eldest son drew a vibrant wheat field; the father nodded in approval. The second son drew an ox plowing the field; the father also nodded. But when it came to the youngest son, the father frowned."
"Can you guess why he frowned?" I hurriedly stepped up to the higher step, interacting enthusiastically while backing up. "You definitely can't guess."
"Because he's dull, naturally his drawing is bad," he stopped.
"No, because he submitted a blank sheet of paper. The father asked him why he didn't draw anything. He said, 'I did draw! I drew the ox and the wheat field.' 'Where's the wheat field?' The ox ate the seedlings. 'What about the ox?' The ox got full and left!"
He pouted in annoyance, as if he smiled for a moment before returning to his serious noble demeanor.
"Never seen such a boring young lady?"
"Boring yet you still laugh?" I laughed so hard that I lost my balance on the steps behind me and accidentally stepped into thin air.
"Watch out!"
A strong hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his embrace.
It was my first time having such intimate contact with a man; pressed against his solid chest, I could clearly feel his warm breath on my forehead, and my heart raced.
But thinking of what happened to Li Jinxiu yesterday made me straighten my back immediately. "Thank you, Your Highness."
His hand tightened around my waist, causing me to lean closer to him again, shifting my entire weight toward him.
Although the atmosphere was strangely ambiguous, his tone and gaze were reminiscent of how he treated Li Jinxiu yesterday—though not identical, they were certainly similar.
But if I couldn't control his hand, could I not control my own?
He first froze for a moment before grasping my wrist that was hooked around his neck, leaning his face slightly closer to mine.
In an instant, his warm breath left my mind blank.
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