The regent is a yandere who needs to be pampered

Rong Yu's face suddenly changed, his deep eyes were like a cold pond that had been silent for many years, without any emotional fluctuations, but the cold breath exuded from his body was like a raging wind, so deep that people could not ignore it.

Nan Xi moved to the edge of the bed, a pair of snow-white jade feet rested on the footrest made of glazed stone, her clean eyes locked on the man's tall and thin back, her voice calm: "I'm not feeling well, help me put on my socks."

Rong Yu stood still, because he didn't know what she was thinking.

"Your Highness." Nan Xi said lightly, "My feet are cold."

Rong Yu took a deep breath, turned around and walked to the bed. He was wearing a black woven gold robe, which made him look cold and majestic, but he was as elegant and noble as a nobleman when he raised his hands and feet, which made people addicted.

This is a god of war who strategizes on the battlefield and wins thousands of miles away. This is a king who makes decisions in the temple and makes all the civil and military officials submit to him.

Although he is not an emperor, he has more of an emperor's aura than the current emperor.

But at this moment, he just squatted quietly in front of the bed, lowered his eyebrows and put on Nan Xi's socks. He was clearly doing humble work, but he was not dissatisfied at all.

Nan Xi lowered her eyes and looked at his perfect and noble profile. She couldn't understand why she hated this face so much before. He was so delicate and handsome, like an ink painting.

"Rong Yu." Nan Xi spoke as if possessed by a ghost.

Rong Yu raised his head in silence, staring at her beautiful and rosy lips, waiting for the words of resentment and mockery to come out of this bright red mouth, waiting for her to express her hatred for him day after day, waiting for a heart that was already full of holes to continue to be tortured by the words like a knife, waiting...

However, accompanied by a faint fragrance, a beautiful and delicate little face gradually enlarged in front of her eyes.

Rong Yu's pupils shrank slightly, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a cool touch on his lips. Although it was just a touch of a dragonfly, he was frozen like a stone sculpture, and was stunned.

"The prince is noble, powerful, and handsome..." Nan Xi frowned, as if puzzled, "Why did he hang himself on this crooked tree of mine?"

Rong Yu came back to his senses, his expression was slightly stiff, and then he lowered his head to help her put on her shoes without saying a word, obviously not intending to answer this question.

"Why doesn't the prince speak?"

Rong Yu pursed his lips and said coldly: "What tricks are you playing?"

Nan Xi raised her eyebrows: "Since the prince is so dissatisfied with me, why did he force me to stay in the palace?"

Rong Yu raised his head and looked at her with deep thought in his eyes. Obviously, he felt that something was wrong with Nan Xi today.

"You are not a crooked tree." He said, his tone was dull, and there was no emotional fluctuation.

"Then what kind of tree am I?" Nan Xi asked curiously.

Rong Yu was silent for a moment, as if thinking about this obviously boring question: "You are--"

"Your Highness, Miss Nan is here."

Rong Yu's face suddenly turned cold, his eyebrows and eyes were sinister, and his aura was cold and fierce, like the god of death from hell.

"My sister is here?" Nan Xi smiled lightly, "You came at the right time."

Rong Yu pursed his lips, and a thick layer of frost covered his noble and handsome face. He stood up without saying a word, and his hands hanging in the sleeves of his robes at his sides clenched slightly.

Nan Xi, however, seemed to have seen nothing at all, and stood up from the edge of the bed and spoke softly: "Your Highness."

Rong Yu turned his head to look at her, his eyes calm and calm.

"Your Highness is too tall, lower your head a little." Nan Xi raised her hand to him.