Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 391 Burnt What Are You (1)

"Who’s there, come out." The guard watching over Prince Mei Residence saw a shadowy figure lurking in the distance and shouted loudly, raising his spear.

A little servant from the Prime Minister Residence approached with a slight tremble, "Gu... Guard brother, I am a servant from the Prime Minister Residence, here to deliver a letter to Prince Mei." He nodded his head while looking at the spear pointed at him and carefully stepped back a few paces.

The watchful guard retracted his spear, lifted his chin, and glanced at the letter in the servant’s hand, "Give it to me."

The servant shook his head, clutching the letter tightly, "Our mistress asked me to deliver it to the Prince personally, it concerns my master’s life."

The guard, upon hearing that it was about the Prime Minister’s life, knew it couldn’t be delayed. He took a careful look at him, exchanged glances with another guard, then turned and ran back to the residence.

A short while later, Huang Yi, by the Prince’s side, came to the gate and saw the little servant dressed in the attire of a house servant from the Prime Minister Residence, "Are you the little servant from the Prime Minister Residence, here to see the Prince?"

"Yes, yes." Terrified at the sight of his fierce demeanor, the servant couldn’t speak and just nodded vigorously.

Huang Yi gave him a speechless look. Was he that intimidating? He’d have to look in the mirror later and try to present a more amiable face, "Follow me."

The servant blinked, glanced at the guard next to him, awkwardly smiled and nodded, then quickly followed the man ahead of him. Huang Yi strode forward, with the poor servant scurrying behind him.

They arrived at the study, and gently knocked on the door. A deep voice came from inside. Huang Yi pushed the door open, leading the servant into the study.

The servant bowed his head as he entered, seeing Prince Mei sitting at the desk. He nervously swallowed, knelt, and presented the letter with both hands, his voice trembling, "Your servant greets the Prince, may the Prince be fortunate. This letter is from the mistress, for your personal receipt."

Dugu Chen propped his upper body on his desk, slightly raising an eyebrow, "Why isn’t the butler the one delivering the letter?"

"Re... Responding to the Prince, the butler is leading the residence’s staff in a search for the young lady. With no one else available, I was sent to deliver the letter." He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the Prince’s face, still holding the letter aloft.

Dugu Chen glanced at the letter. Huang Yi stepped forward to examine it carefully, ensuring there was no poison, before handing it to the Prince.

Dugu Chen read it and pondered for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping on the desk. After a short while, he slightly opened his mouth, "Tell the Prime Minister’s wife to do as the Prime Minister instructed; nothing will befall him."

"Yes, your Highness, I shall take my leave then."

Dugu Chen looked at the letter in his hand and couldn’t help but chuckle. Just for power, he was even scheming against his own two cousins.

When he returned to his room, he saw his beloved wife practicing various poses from a book, stretching legs and elbows. Dugu Chen chuckled at the sight of these poses.

Feng Xuxu turned her head, saw him standing by the screen, and quickly pulled in her limbs, then dragged the amused onlooker over to her.

"Didn’t you say you were going to teach me martial arts? Hurry up and teach me, I want to fly in the sky too." She looked up at him with clear, blinking eyes.

Dugu Chen touched his handsome chin, grinning, "When asking for a favor, one should present a pleasing attitude. Be good, say something nice!"

Feng Xuxu’s excitement faded upon hearing his comment, her face immediately falling, "Get lost! As if I care. Hmph, I’ll learn all the same without you." She glared at him with stubborn eyes.

"Oh, let me see, the sight of my wife angry is truly beautiful, tsk tsk. Such a red little face, look at those puckered lips, capable of hanging two pounds of pork. Let me look some more..."