The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

The Prime Minister's Mansion was unusually quiet.

Long Qi sat at the desk, holding a brush and dipping it in ink, painting while lost in thought. He was not calm, with his brows furrowed and his eyes closed, and her figure was all in his mind.

The image of her looking up while talking appeared in his mind from time to time.

"You are wrong. I am not very interested in the Prime Minister, but I am very interested in you!"

"You are willing to stay by my aunt's side, even if it means living under someone else's roof. What kind of identity do you have? Are you doing all this to consolidate your position or do you have a bigger conspiracy? You are very ambitious! Think about it, how can I have the opportunity to contact the prime minister? Moreover, one is Lanzhi Yushu with a promising future, and the other is old and frail, who else can I like if I don't like you?"

"I've always been like this, you'd better not change your mind about me."

"Thank you for sending me off. I hope we will never meet again. If we are unfortunate enough to meet in the future, please remember to stay away from me so that we won't have any entanglements again."

Before I knew it, I had drawn a portrait.

She had red lips, white teeth, and a delicate complexion. Her long black hair was flowing, soft, and lifelike, as if it had just passed through his fingers. Her waist was slender, and could be held in one hand. Her skirt fluttered in the wind.

He had never thought that such a picture could be drawn by his pen. As he was stunned, a drop of thick ink dripped from the tip of the pen in his hand and landed on the middle of her forehead. When he took back the pen, the painting was almost ruined.

He was shocked to feel a strange emotion in his heart, and he didn't know why he had such a feeling of regret, so he was about to tear it up.

The door was gently pushed open at this moment!

The sunlight was so bright that one could not help but squint - the person in the painting seemed like a banished immortal, appearing at the door in broad daylight and gracefully standing in front of him.

Her semi-transparent dress was draped over her thin shoulders, causing the whole dress to drape limply on her body. She closed the door with her backhand. She walked against the light, exuding a variety of charm with every step, and finally walked straight to his side.

Long Qi looked at her familiar face and was stunned.

"What did my dear draw?" She smiled at him in a graceful manner. When she saw the portrait on the table, her brows furrowed slightly, but then a look of delicate surprise appeared on her face.

He stared at her, his heart instantly filled with doubts. Her identity was already known, so why was she, a princess, inexplicably appearing in his room at this moment?

Seeing that she had already circled to his right rear side, her arm stretched forward like a snake, gently holding her chest and resting it on the back of his hand.

He felt her body tremble, her clothes half undressed, and she almost leaned against him, "My dear, why did you draw my portrait and put a drop of ink on my forehead?"

I don't know why she is so unruly today?

He subconsciously pulled his hand away, and the pen naturally passed into her hand.

She then wiped off the excess ink on the brush and changed the drop of ink on the forehead of the woman in the painting into a peach blossom hairpin. Her brush tip was neither thick nor thin, and her movements were neither fast nor slow, completing the painting in one go.

Her eyes were dazzled and her body exuded a strong floral scent. It seemed that she had taken a bath and smoked some strong incense before coming here on purpose.

"Are you satisfied with my remedy, my dear?" She smiled and looked at him lovingly.

Long Qi had an indescribable feeling in his heart, and he felt that her every frown and smile was very inconsistent.

As he thought about it again, he smelled the strange scent on her body. The person he was thinking about was right in front of him, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of emotion.

and so……

Not far from the window was Silang walking towards this side slowly. To avoid misunderstanding, he immediately said: "I don't care what your purpose is, put on your clothes!"

Seeing him getting up and trying to open the door, she hurriedly stopped him, seemingly not understanding what he meant. "You obviously like me, so don't run away. I can be yours now! I can bear children for you, and even if I don't marry you, I'm happy with it."

She pressed herself against his chest, but hit nothing.

She was a little annoyed: "Wasn't the painting in your room last time also my portrait? Are you just daydreaming?"

Long Qi was still doubtful just now, but now he is sure that this person is not her at all. He stared at her face, but he couldn't see any flaws at all, so he asked, "Who are you?"

She was slightly startled, trying to hide something, but she still maintained her composure and said softly, "I am the woman of your heart, otherwise why did you paint me on the scroll? I really don't understand you, you obviously miss me so much, you like me, but you want to push me away? Could it be that you are not... a man?"

She scolded him, looking at his unpretentious, tall and graceful figure, and fell deeply in love with him. She secretly regretted her harsh words and reached out to put her arms around his neck, but he pushed her and her body hit the door. She lost her balance and fell out of the door, bumping into Silang who had just arrived.

Silang was stunned, and was even more shocked by the scene for a long time. The body temperature was transmitted to his palms, and the gauze outer shirt and the inner clothes were faintly visible. It was not right to look away, and it was not right not to look away.

His face flushed, he helped her up, and asked with concern: "Madam, are you okay?"

She frowned, looked up at him, put on her clothes, tears in her eyes, embarrassed and ashamed, she pushed him away and said, "Of course it's okay, just ask him if he is a man!"

Silang had no idea what she meant. He watched her run away angrily and turned to Long Qi with a puzzled look.

Long Qi ordered the servant waiting at the door, "Go follow her and see where she went."

The boy has gone.

When I looked at Cui Silang again, I knew that he had questions, but he obviously had no interest in explaining.

Silang stopped him and asked, "Qilang, what happened to her? Did you bully her? Why did you ask the servant to follow you?"

Long Qi rubbed his brows. Facing Si Lang's questions, he didn't want to answer any of them, but he still said patiently: "Nothing, it's not what you think."

The scene just now seemed to be still in front of him. Shilang looked lonely. There seemed to be a trace of fragrance in the air. He was thinking about it. Why did she fall out of Longqi's room? And she was dressed like that?

It seemed that the answer was already clear, so he didn't want to make things boring. He presented the jade flute and invitation card he had just won to him and said, "This is a jade flute I won in a game. It is said to be a good thing. My boyfriend knows a little about musical instruments, so I brought it to you to see as soon as possible. And this invitation card was distributed by people from Prince Xian's Palace all over the street. It's quite interesting. It says that anyone of the right age and unmarried can go."

Long Qi said a few words perfunctorily, and he was also losing interest. He then said that he would give him the invitation. He declined with a few words, and there was no further response.

After Silang left, Longqi's servant came back soon to report that he had lost her. He then ordered him to ask all the servants and guards in the mansion, and they all said that they had not seen Li Xiying enter or leave the mansion today.

Who is she? What is her purpose? With a face like Li Xiying, she appears and disappears without a trace, making it difficult to find out.

And due to his status, he has no power to investigate anything about the princess, so he can only... wait.

Suddenly I remembered what Silang had just said about the invitation from Prince Xian's Mansion, and it seemed as if I had thought of something.