The Luo family assigned Xiahou Ling and the others the role of assassins, but this was only as a precaution to ensure the safety of the successor to the family head; they did not intend to tie them down for life.
“Many years ago, I had my destiny chart read by a fortune teller,” Xiahou Ling said with a nonchalant smile, “It was for protection. So I never thought about starting my own business or anything like that…”
After she inadvertently started this conversation, she remembered why she had come in the first place and immediately stopped talking.
Luo Cuiwei didn't think much of the strange thing about her abruptly stopping halfway through her sentence. She just frowned in displeasure and used the hot orange in her hand to scald her face.
"Nonsense! Astrology charts are all nonsense and dubious. Just listen to them and forget about it. Are you really going to let yourself be led by the nose?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Xiahou Ling replied perfunctorily, smiling, "Shall I peel the orange for you? It's getting cold."
Luo Cuiwei casually stuffed the orange into her hand, but then continued, "There was a fortune teller who once said I had the fate of 'Xiang,' meaning I could only assist others and could never hold a leading position anywhere. I don't believe him for a second!"
At that time, Luo Cuiwei was only a teenager. Out of curiosity, she asked a fortune teller to interpret her destiny, but she did not believe it.
In her view, everyone will encounter many things and have many choices in their lives. What kind of fate a person will ultimately live is something they create step by step.
The comments on the cinnabar-stained yellow paper are not qualified to judge a person's entire life prematurely.
“That’s true,” Xiahou Ling chuckled as she peeled the orange into a flower shape, broke off two segments, and held them to her lips, teasingly saying, “Anyone who sees how you and His Highness behave at home knows that you are the one in charge, and he is completely dominated by you.”
"I didn't pressure him." After swallowing the two segments of orange, Luo Cuiwei suddenly realized that her words seemed a bit ambiguous.
Looking at Xiahou Ling's gaze again, I could tell she was secretly smiling.
Last night's glamorous yet unspeakable scenes suddenly flashed through Luo Cuiwei's mind, and her face flushed red with embarrassment and anger. "He...he didn't press me down!"
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Since Xiahou Ling arrived, Luo Cuiwei has entrusted many things to her and hasn't been to the new city for over ten days.
When she returned today, she saw that many houses in the city had already taken shape, and the streets and alleys were gradually taking shape, which made her feel inexplicably much happier.
“Looking from afar just now, it seems there are more vendors in the market than last month,” Luo Cui said with a smile, turning to Xiahou Ling. “Who knows, it might become as prosperous as the capital in the future.”
The two talked as they headed toward the residence of Prince Zhao.
Xiahou Ling nodded cheerfully, but her gaze suddenly paused. "So, His Highness Prince Zhao has also come to check on the construction progress?"
Following her gaze, Luo Cuiwei saw Yun Lie leading Song Jiuyuan and a group of people, seemingly heading towards the other side of the house.
Yun Lie also saw the two of them and immediately stopped, a faint smile in his eyes.
His gaze inexplicably reminded Luo Cuiwei of what happened last night, and her face immediately turned red to the roots of her ears. However, with so many people watching, she couldn't just turn around and leave, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up.
"Didn't you go to check the city's defenses today?"
Yun Lie stared at her blushing face, clearly guessing what she was embarrassed about, and replied with a hidden smile, "I went to see her this morning. I just talked about something related to Fu Ying, so I went to check with her."
Fu Ying's residence was right next to Prince Zhao's residence, so it was on the way.
The others, being sensible, all lagged behind a few steps, allowing Luo Cuiwei and Yun Lie to walk ahead together.
Luo Cuiwei looked back, then turned back and glared at Yun Lie, complaining in a low voice, "It's all your fault, you made me lose face in front of Tao Yin this morning."
She still had an orange left in her hand, which she hadn't had time to eat on the way, and the peel was almost wrinkled from squeezing it.
"Bed sheets?" Yun Lie pursed his lips, his shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress his laughter.
"You shameless bastard!" Her face burned even hotter, and she gritted her teeth, wanting to kick him.
Yun Lie quickly coughed twice, "Don't touch me in public, or I don't know what I might do."
"With so many people watching, I don't believe you'd dare to pull any dirty tricks." Luo Cuiwei snorted and gave him a cute eye roll.
As they spoke, the two arrived at the entrance of the house under construction, next to Fu Ying's house.
Xiahou Ling walked over and stood behind Luo Cuiwei, while Song Jiuyuan and the others stood next to Yun Lie.
"Go ahead and do your work," Luo Cuiwei pointed to the front door of Fu Ying's house next door, then to her own front door, and said to Yun Lie, "I'll go in and take a look. If there's nothing else, I'll head back first and won't wait for you."
Yun Lie nodded, but stretched out his large hand in front of her, "Give me that orange."
"You want to eat this?" Luo Cuiwei asked in surprise as she placed the orange in his palm, whispering, "It's getting cold."
Yun Lie raised an eyebrow, staring intently at her, and said with a meaningful "consideration," "I'm afraid your... hands will get tired."
The others present couldn't understand the riddle. They just thought that Prince Zhao was being too protective of the Princess. How could his arm get sore just from taking an orange?
Luo Cuiwei understood perfectly that he was reminding her how "hard-working" her hands had been last night.
Being groped by this scoundrel in front of everyone, she could only suffer in silence, unable to utter a single word in retaliation, which drove her crazy with regret.
Her face was already so red it was almost bleeding, and she had no choice but to glare at him. Without saying a word, she turned around and walked towards her front door.
Watching her almost fleeing figure, Yun Lie couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Does that mean he wouldn't dare to use any dirty tricks in front of others?
That's impossible.
Prince Zhao was an expert at "playing the fool on his own wife," and he had many "tricks" for it.
74. Chapter Seventy-Four
That day, Fu Ying was supervising the construction at the residence as usual when someone rushed into the courtyard to announce that His Highness Prince Zhao had arrived at the gate. She hurriedly went out to greet him.
After exchanging greetings, Yun Lie only brought Song Jiuyuan with him as they entered.
“It is a rare honor for Your Highness to grace us with your presence, but our residence is only half-built. This is truly an honor for us,” Fu Ying said with a helpless smile as she walked. “We would like to invite Your Highness to sit down and have some tea, but we don’t even have a proper place.”