Chapter 164: Chapter 164

A gentle step forward, graceful like a lily swaying in the wind.

Changkong blocked her, respectfully saying, "Second Miss, the Crown Prince is discussing affairs in the room, please stop."

Lin Yanran raised her eyes to look at him, her voice as soft as water:

"I’ve come to deliver soup to the Crown Prince, which I’ve watched over the fire for three whole hours; it won’t taste good if it gets cold. May I trouble you to go inside and notify him?"

Beauty like a flower, soft words from Wu, a devoted heart in the soup, and a special relationship with the Crown Prince, how to refuse?

"Second Miss, please wait a moment."

Nangong Jue personally came out to escort Lin Yanran inside.

This made Lin Yanran pleasantly surprised, her heart racing like a startled deer.

Falling half a step behind, she followed Nangong Jue, occasionally raising her eyes to steal glances at him, with a daughter’s shy yet obvious affection.

Lin Yanran personally ladled a bowl of soup and handed it to Nangong Jue, bowing slightly, her voice soft and shy, "Crown Prince, Yanran has personally made this soup, please try it."

But as she passed it over, her hand slipped and spilled the soup on Nangong Jue.

"Ah!" Lin Yanran exclaimed, her flower-like face losing color.

She hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe the soup off Nangong Jue, "Crown Prince, are you okay? Did it burn you? Yanran didn’t mean it!"

Nangong Jue raised his hand to block hers, smiling gently, "It’s okay, no need to panic."

But the bright yellow brocade was stained with soup, even if it wasn’t burned...

Lin Yanran bit her red lips lightly, looking apologetic, "Crown Prince, may I trouble you to move to the side hall to clean up a bit?"

Nangong Jue gazed attentively, the beauty looking at him with tearful eyes, tears about to fall.

It seemed that if he uttered a refusal, her tears would immediately drop.

He chuckled softly, "Alright."

In the side hall, maidservants fetched water, with Nangong Jue washing his hands, Lin Yanran followed him inside.

"Crown Prince, why don’t you rest here for a while? I can clean and dry the outer garment for you after you take it off, would that be okay?"

Nangong Jue looked around the side hall, furnished with couches, tables, chairs, a dressing table, elegant arrangements, and a tranquil environment.

Indeed, it was a good place to rest.

He lowered his gaze, looking at Lin Yanran standing before him with slightly bowed head, his voice gentle, "Leave such menial tasks to the servants."

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Lin Yanran raised her head, gazing at him with tender affection, quickly lowering her head again, lightly twisting the handkerchief with her fingers, her voice both delicate and gentle.

"Crown Prince, may I... may I help you undress?"

Nangong Jue playfully curled his lips, "Then... it would trouble Yanran."

Lin Yanran’s eyes flickered slightly, she stepped forward carefully, bowing her head to remove Nangong Jue’s outer garment.

Her face like a lotus, completely shy.

Being close, a subtle alluring scent filled the air, bringing strands of enticing fragrance, like a small hook, easily stirring the deepest emotions within the heart.

Nangong Jue’s eyes grew slightly dark, barely perceptibly narrowing them.

His voice remained gentle as a spring breeze, "Today’s scent is somewhat different from usual?"

Lin Yanran’s breath paused, her eyes trembled slightly; did he discover something amiss about this scent?

Mother said, this fragrance originates from Nanyue, scarce in Tianchu, mostly used by women, little known.

The Crown Prince... shouldn’t know at all.

Additionally, this fragrance is enchanting; it makes people’s feelings arise quietly and becomes hard to control. Even afterward, they wouldn’t notice anything is wrong, merely believing their own distracted thoughts render them compelled, everything naturally flowing.

Lin Yanran steadied her mind slightly, raising her eyes lightly, her gaze mixed with shyness and timidity:

"Yes, when I went to buy rouge yesterday, the shopkeeper mentioned a new batch of fragrance had arrived, so I took a box to try, only used it today."

"Was it specially prepared for me?"

Nangong Jue gazed intently at Lin Yanran, with sunlight filtering through window paper in shades of dark and light falling on him, standing against the light, making those Mo Yu-like eyes even more profound and unfathomable, deep without end.

Lin Yanran’s heart missed a beat, for a moment unable to discern the deeper meaning of his words.

She bashfully lowered her head, "Then... does the Crown Prince like it?"

Nangong Jue looked at her, gently curled his lips.

Enchanted Moon, Nanyue Li Palace.

Unexpectedly, this item appeared in Tianchu Capital City, and was even used on him.

That was interesting!

Yun Ran lazily nestled in a wicker chair, sunbathing in the courtyard.

Nangong Mo was busy sorting petals beside her, making peach blossom cakes.

Yes, you heard right, he was about to make peach blossom cakes.

The peach blossoms were the ones Feng Xuan urgently bought back.

The reason was, Yun Ran had a terribly poor appetite today, only having a bit of soup for lunch, not eating anything.

Not because she was being temperamental, nor deliberately troubling him, simply lacked an appetite, though hungry, but didn’t feel like eating anything.

Nangong Mo asked what she wanted to eat.

She thoughtfully pondered for a while, eventually thinking of peach blossom cakes and roasted sweet potatoes.

Although these two are Rouran specialties, Tianchu is diverse and rich, even in the bustling Capital City one can still buy them.

Nangong Mo decided to personally make them, all because he overheard Yun Ran’s conversation with a certain Immortal Bird.

[I miss Rouran so much! I miss our sect so much! I miss my senior brothers!]

[Fool! Look at your little ambition! Always craving for money or handsome men!]

Yun Ran snorted, changed position to continue sunbathing and thinking... of home?

[I miss my senior brother...making beggar’s chicken!]

[I miss my second senior brother’s...elixirs!]

[I miss my third senior brother’s...roasted sweet potatoes!]

[I miss my fourth senior brother’s peach blossom cakes!]

[I miss my fifth senior sister’s boiled grass... uh, this one I don’t miss. As for the sixth... sixth senior brother other than eating doesn’t contribute anything! Don’t miss!]

[Can’t you think of something other than eating and money?]

[No, now I only want peach blossom cakes and roasted sweet potatoes.]

Nangong Mo quietly narrowed his eyes beside her.

Her unyielding fondness for those senior brothers turned out to be because of food?

Each of them has a special dish that she keeps in mind?

If they can, I can too!

If he masters them all, it would equate to banishing them entirely?

Then she would only remember him fondly?

Peach blossom cakes need time, so in the intervals of waiting, Nangong Mo wasted not a moment, setting up a fire to start roasting sweet potatoes.

The sweet potatoes were also freshly bought by Feng Xuan.

Compared to making peach blossom cakes, Nangong Mo seemed more adept at roasting sweet potatoes.

Soon, the smell of roasted sweet potatoes drifted through the air.

Yun Ran smelling it, began to feel hungry, couldn’t help but take a few more breaths towards Nangong Mo’s direction.

The man raised an eyebrow, feeling quite pleased.

Look at that girl’s greedy-cat look, later she’ll be conquered by Nangong Mo brand’s roasted sweet potatoes.

But upon second thought, her starry-eyed dreamy look and longing expression was for sweet potatoes, not him!

Nangong Mo: He is less attractive than roasted sweet potatoes?!

When he thought of it, one moment he had a proud and smug face, the next moment the man’s face turned dark, expression becoming melancholy, tinged with resentment.

When will that troublesome girl crave him like those roasted sweet potatoes?

The man stared at the sweet potatoes in his hands, the dark eyes glittering with a touch of icy killing intent.

In terms of body, in terms of appearance, where does he fall short compared to roasted sweet potatoes?

The troublesome girl craves money, craves roasted sweet potatoes, craves peach blossom cakes, but does not crave him.

In an instant, the man is absorbed in his own little world, his expression fluctuating abruptly, eyes flashing with obscure light, brimming with killing intent swaying like the wind.

"Nangong Mo, it seems burnt? Did it burn?"