Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1201
Chapter 1201: Chapter 1192: For the Fate of Meeting Under the Wutong Tree_1 Chapter 1201: Chapter 1192: For the Fate of Meeting Under the Wutong Tree_1 After returning from the Temple Fair, the Princess was lost in thought, sitting in front of her dressing table. She seemed to be holding a wooden comb, combing her hair, but in reality, she was just staring at her reflection in the mirror and occasionally breaking into a shy smile.
A young girl in love!
Ming Xiang was absolutely certain that her Princess had someone on her mind.
And that person who occupied the Princess's thoughts day and night, keeping her from sleep and tea, could only be the hero who saved her – the Regent.
After all, the Regent's dazzling entrance was simply too handsome!
Under the moonlight, he came running towards her, his feet seemingly stepping on air, a handsome figure reminiscent of a divine deity, almost blinding her.
It was no wonder that when he held the Princess in his arms, spinning her around in the air, she was enchanted beyond measure.
“Ming Xiang, why are you standing so close? You're about to become cross-eyed.”
Xuanyuan Qing's teasing laughter sounded in her ear, pulling Ming Xiang out of her daze.
“Ah, I, wasn't thinking about anything.”
Ming Xiang shook her head, her eyes regaining clarity, only to notice that Xuanyuan Qing had already put down the comb and was looking at her with curiosity.
“What were you thinking about? You were so lost in thought that you didn't hear me call out to you three times.”
Xuanyuan Qing's eyebrows raised playfully. “Could it be that the young girl is longing for love and thinking about her lover?”
Princess, aren't you really talking about yourself?
Ming Xiang diverted her gaze awkwardly, a cold sweat forming on the back of her neck. “This servant has no lover.”
“Ming Xiang, let's go to the Temple Fair again tomorrow.”
Xuanyuan Qing's eyes flashed, her cheeks turning rosy. “Liyang City's Temple Fair is really interesting.”
It's not the fair that's interesting, it's the person, right?
It was now crystal clear that the Princess was deeply infatuated and could not extricate herself.
As the Princess's most capable servant, Ming Xiang, understanding her master's intentions, naturally supported her: “If the Princess wishes to go, we will go. Do you want to disguise yourself as a young man again?”
“About that…”
Xuanyuan Qing's brows furrowed slightly, feeling a bit conflicted.
She wanted to wear it, but also didn't want to.
She wanted to wear it because of the fateful encounter under the phoenix tree.
But she didn't want to wear it because that set of men's clothes was simply too ugly.
“Princess.”
Ming Xiang had served the Princess since they were young and could see her dilemma, subtly persuading: “In my opinion, the Temple Fair is bustling with people, and disguise as a woman, albeit more glamorous, would accentuate your unparalleled beauty but would also draw too much attention.”
“In case it attracts some ill-willed people with envious hearts and causes a ruckus at such a critical moment, it may undermine the marriage alliance between the two countries, which would not be in the Princess's best interests.”
“Yes, you're right.”
Upon hearing the words “undermine the marriage alliance,” Xuanyuan Qing was startled and blurted out subconsciously, “Then I won't wear women's clothing. I'll just dress as a young man, free and easy.”
“Now that the Princess has made up her mind, let's get some sleep early.”
Ming Xiang, relieved at the decision, gently urged: “A good night's sleep ensures good skin, and our naturally beautiful Princess will still look radiant even when dressed as a young man.”
“Hehe, you.”
Xuanyuan Qing couldn't help but smile at Ming Xiang's flattery: “You have such a sweet mouth, like it's coated in honey. You really know how to make people happy.”
“This servant only has the Princess's best interests at heart.”
Ming Xiang helped the Princess to her feet and walked her over to her bed. “This honey-coated mouth only works when I'm in front of the Princess.”
“Hehe.”
Xuanyuan Qing laughed as she poked Ming Xiang's forehead, then reclined on the bed.
Ming Xiang pulled the quilt over the Princess, making sure it was tucked in neatly before drawing the bed curtains closed.
Before she left the room, she put out the candles, carefully closed the doors and windows.
*
As night deepened, a bamboo pipe pierced through the window paper, blowing out a sleeping drug.
Xuanyuan Qing was rendered unconscious in her dreams, kidnapped from the Posthouse, her whereabouts unknown.
Chapter end
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