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Chapter 707 The Tsundere Prince Suffers & Forbears the Attack of the Guards (9)

When stepping through the mahogany door, only white snow was left in the aisle, and the person Ye Musheng saw just now had already left.

Jing Che hugged Ye Musheng and walked slowly on the snow, as the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky gradually lightened, a chilly plum fragrance hit, and the two of them had already arrived outside the Prince's Palace.

While waiting for the court ladies and eunuchs outside the palace, Ye Musheng came back, and hurriedly knelt down to greet her and said, "Join Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

When they got home, Ye Musheng jumped out of Jing Che's arms. Although Jing Che looked calm and indifferent, while holding a light blue oil-paper umbrella, he gently put the cloak on Ye Musheng's shoulders.

Looking back and smiling at Jing Che, Ye Musheng was not in a hurry to get the kneeling people up, took Jing Che's hand, and with a delicate face, said to the people in the Prince's Hall: "Listen to this hall. Now, from now on, Jing Che will be the personal bodyguard of the hall, and if you bully him, you are bullying the hall, do you understand?"

When Jing Che heard this, shock flashed in his eyes, and it was impossible for Lian Qiao and the others to doubt, so they lowered their eyebrows and said in unison, "Yes!"

"Okay, let's all get up." Seeing that the kneeling people nodded respectfully, Ye Musheng smiled, and then waved them up with satisfaction.

Lian Qiao got up and patted the snowflakes, then walked towards Ye Musheng, just about to take the oil-paper umbrella from Jing Che's hand: "Your Highness, this servant is here to hold an umbrella for you."

With Jing Che present, how could Ye Musheng allow others to wait on him? Before Lianqiao came to them, Ye Musheng refused: "No need, Lianqiao, go down, we want Jing Che." Hold an umbrella."

"Yes." With a proper smile on Lian Qiao's lips, she nodded lightly, while lowering her head, Qiu Tong raised her eyes slightly, but she secretly looked at Jing Che from the corner of her eye.

This child was brought back by His Highness from the training ground today...

It looks decent and cute...

When her gaze returned to Jing Che, Ye Musheng happened to meet Jing Che's gaze, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, and said with a sweet smile: "Little Jing Che, you've worked hard, and this hall will not treat you badly in the future."

Jing Che withdrew his gaze, no emotion could be seen on his face, and said calmly with drooping eyelashes, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Well, let's go back to the house, it's cold outside." After finishing speaking, Ye Musheng turned his head, took Jing Che's hand and walked slowly towards the hall.

Staring at Ye Musheng's short body, Jing Che, who was originally calm, pursed his lips, and his eyes, like an ancient well without waves, became turbulent. The knuckles are somewhat whitish.

His Highness was afraid that he would be bullied just now, so he helped him build his prestige?

Back in the house, the moment the wooden door was opened, the warmth brought by the fire instantly dispelled the cold air. Forsythia took off Ye Musheng's cloak and put it aside, and handed the stove in her hand to Ye Musheng.

Just when Ye Musheng turned around and sat on the wooden chair, a young eunuch walked in with a tray with exquisite porcelain bowls.

"Your Highness, take a sip of hot ginger soup to drive away the cold." Putting the tray on the table, the eunuch lifted the porcelain bowl and raised his eyes to look at Ye Musheng and said, his voice was sharp and no man or woman could be heard.

Ye Musheng didn't take the porcelain bowl that was handed over, but shook his feet while hugging the stove, nodded, and said: "Let's put it down, you all go out, I want to play with Jing Che."

"Yes, the servant will retire..."

After everyone except Jing Che retreated and closed the wooden door, Ye Musheng leaned on the wooden chair, stared at Jing Che, pointed to the porcelain bowl on the table, and said, "Jing Che, you drank the ginger soup."

He was dressed thickly, and when he came back, he was hugged by Jing Che and didn't drink ginger soup. It was Jing Che who needed ginger soup...

(End of this chapter)