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Understanding is one thing, but naturally, it won't come out.
Especially when Xiao Yao saw Pan Yueliang's hand holding the tea bowl trembling slightly, she sighed and said slowly, "I just entered the residence and still have a lot to learn. I will need to ask you for guidance."
"How... Sister... Your Highness, you flatter me," Pan Yueliang said, her heart racing. In an instant, she knelt before Xiao Yao, her voice trembling along with her words.
Indeed, had she never seen such a scene? Xiao Yao found it quite strange. According to Yun Zhu, Pan Yueliang was once a dancer at the Song and Dance House and even a leading performer. Someone like her shouldn't be so inexperienced. Yet here she was, frightened to this extent, making it seem as if Xiao Yao was bullying her.
Bullying her? Xiao Yao wrinkled her nose and suddenly thought of a possibility, a smile creeping onto her lips. "Oh, look at what Pan Meiren is saying. After all, you entered the residence before me, so you must have more experience in serving the prince than I do. No need to be modest."
"I..." Pan Yueliang looked as if she were about to cry, truly making any man’s heart flutter.
Xiao Yao smiled and was about to speak when Yun Bi came in from outside. "My lady, the prince has returned."
Upon hearing Yun Bi's words, Xiao Yao nodded. "Got it." As she glanced at Pan Yueliang, she noticed her eyes light up momentarily before quickly lowering her head again, acting as if she were truly a delicate flower in distress.
Xiao Yao smirked inwardly but maintained a calm exterior. With Yun Zhu's assistance, she stood up. Before long, He Yu entered with a gust of wind, laughing as he walked in. "So, you finally realize you're the mistress of the house?"
"How can you say that!" Xiao Yao playfully hit He Yu. "If it weren't for those few days of fooling around with you, I wouldn't have let things drag on until today."
He Yu laughed and pulled Xiao Yao down to sit without even glancing at Pan Yueliang kneeling on the floor. Xiao Yao stole a glance at Pan Yueliang; although she couldn't see her expression clearly, the tightly pressed lips revealed how unwilling Pan Yueliang was. However, this woman seemed smarter than Cheng Yuezhu; having spent more time in the entertainment world, she likely understood the balance of power.
After all, she was just a floating flower seeking support...
Thinking this made Xiao Yao feel somewhat soft-hearted. She involuntarily spoke up, "Get up."
"Thank you, Consort Wang." Pan Yueliang lowered her head to thank Xiao Yao, then trembled as she stood up. The maid beside her quickly went to help.
The servants in this household were quite opportunistic, Xiao Yao observed coldly. When He Yu was not present earlier, the maid did not come forward to assist her master, but now that the prince was here, she hurried to show her worth?
Wasn't it a bit too late?
However, before she could finish her thoughts, Pan Yueliang stumbled and nearly fell forward. "Ah!!"
"Heart!" He Yu shouted as he pulled Xiao Yao aside to protect her, narrowly avoiding Pan Yueliang's collapsing body.
In that moment, both of them watched as Pan Yueliang fell to the ground. Xiao Yao couldn't help but find it amusing, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. He Yu frowned and scolded Xiao Yao, "What are you standing so close for? With your frame, what if you get hurt?"
"Pfft..." Xiao Yao struggled to hold back her laughter; in this situation, it was clear that the one getting hurt wouldn't be her. Nevertheless, she knew she had to obey the prince's reprimand and nodded obediently, "I understand."
After scolding Xiao Yao, He Yu turned his attention to the woman still lying on the ground. "Is she unable to get up?"
Hearing He Yu's words, Pan Yueliang did not immediately lift her head but shrank back slightly before slowly raising her pitifully pale face, looking utterly forlorn. "Prince... I..."
Tsk tsk, look at that pitiful appearance.
Xiao Yao stood by, observing how this seemingly innocent flower could charm men of all ages—from eight to eighty—instantly igniting their protective instincts!
However, Xiao Yao did not rush to stop He Yu; instead, she quietly watched his reaction. Even Xiao Yao had to admit that if it weren't for the fact that Pan Yueliang was her rival, she might have felt deeply sympathetic towards her woeful demeanor.
In this way, a woman has little resistance, let alone a man.
Xiao Yao stared at He Yu, wanting to see how he would handle the situation. On the surface, he appeared calm, but inside, he was already tense.
He Yu took a couple of steps and squatted beside Pan Yueliang, his expression serious as he asked, "Is it serious enough that you can't walk?"
"It's nothing... I can manage..." Pan Yueliang blushed as she spoke to He Yu, but still pretended to be strong. "No, it's fine. I've troubled the princess; I'll take my leave now..."
While saying this, she wobbled and stood up with the help of a maid but lost her balance and fell into He Yu's arms. He Yu had no time to dodge and could only reach out to catch Pan Yueliang. She immediately panicked, "Lord, Lord..."
He Yu frowned. "What happened? I didn't see you fall hard; why can't you stand up?"
"Perhaps I knelt for too long..." Pan Yueliang said hesitantly.
Even though Xiao Yao had long known that this woman was trouble, hearing those words still darkened her expression. Indeed, this woman was shameless! She watched as Pan Yueliang leaned softly against He Yu; it was an eyesore.
Xiao Yao felt that meeting these two women today was definitely a mistake.
"Kneeling for too long? How long did you kneel?" He Yu asked.
"Uh, I don't remember," Pan Yueliang said as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking particularly charming, especially with her tearful innocent expression. "I... I was also following the princess's orders..."
"So you're saying it's the princess's fault for making you kneel?" He Yu interrupted Pan Yueliang's words with an expressionless question.
"I... I am not..." Pan Yueliang never expected He Yu to ask this, "I was just following the instructions of the Princess..."
"Enough!" He Yu pushed Pan Yueliang aside and sat down next to Xiao Yao. "In this royal residence, the Princess is the one in charge. Do you have anything to say about that?"
Pan Yueliang bit her lip and couldn't utter a word. Even Xiao Yao looked at He Yu in surprise, thinking, wow, is the plot really going to twist this quickly? What a sudden turn of events!
He Yu smiled slightly at Xiao Yao, then turned back with a frown and said, "The Pan Clan does not respect the Mistress. Punish her by copying the female rules ten times! Also, find a Nurturing Aunt to teach the Pan Clan what proper conduct means!"
"Yes." Zhao Hezhong quickly agreed. Just a moment ago, he thought that Pan Clan might gain favor, but unexpectedly, the Prince changed his attitude so drastically!
Ignoring Pan Yueliang's sobs of injustice, Zhao Hezhong efficiently called in two guards to drag Pan Yueliang out, and the maidservant attending her hurriedly followed behind.
In an instant, the room fell silent.
He Yu turned around to see Xiao Yao still looking at him in shock, repeatedly glancing his way. He pinched her nose playfully and said, "What are you looking at? Why so surprised?"
"Uh, at first I thought..." Xiao Yao felt embarrassed.
"You thought I would be charmed by that woman?" He Yu boldly completed her sentence. Seeing Xiao Yao's face turn red as she lowered her head, he found it quite adorable and laughed, "How could that be? You think too highly of your Prince."
"But that Pan Clan is really beautiful," Xiao Yao remarked.
"Beautiful? What good is beauty?" He Yu narrowed his eyes. "Just because she is a dancer sent by the Eldest Prince, for that reason alone, I will never look at her."
Xiao Yao realized that she had guessed correctly. He Yu continued, "Besides, I am the First Non-Surname King of the Capital. Have I not seen enough beauties? How could I possibly be interested in that kind of person?"
His words were quite dismissive, but they also made Xiao Yao's expression darken. She remembered another prominent title associated with He Yu—the Most Charming Prince in the Capital. Just thinking about this, combined with He Yu's earlier words, made her face turn pale.
He Yu sensed that something was off and turned to look at Xiao Yao, only to find her staring at him with a pale face. He immediately realized he had misspoken and hurriedly embraced her, trying to comfort her in various ways. "Don't be angry, don't be angry, Yao Yao. I—I meant it like this. I've already married you; how could I possibly be interested in anyone else?"
"But I am nowhere near as beautiful as Pan Yueliang; I'm definitely not as pretty as those women you've seen," Xiao Yao said, her eyes wide open and her eyelids already red. It seemed like if He Yu said one wrong word, she would burst into tears in an instant.
He Yu wished he could slap himself for his careless words! But right now, comforting her was the most important thing. He immediately pulled Xiao Yao onto his lap, gently patting her back and whispering, "Don't overthink it. What I mean is, no matter how beautiful or not beautiful Yao Yao is, I will only want you."
"Really?" Xiao Yao stared at He Yu, clearly skeptical.
"Of course it's true; it's more real than gold!" He Yu said firmly. "Just think about it—if I didn't like you, why would I travel all the way to Nanping to marry you?"
That was indeed a valid point, but...
"Actually, I've always been curious—why do you want to marry me?" Xiao Yao asked curiously.
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