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Young miss, do you really not need it from Second Miss? Zi Lan carefully wiped her hair and asked worriedly.

Feng Xiwu played with the jade hairpin in her hand, there were no big changes to her expression.

"No need for now. If Feng Yuan likes the Elder Brother Xuan, she can do as she likes." Her tone was very calm.

It was as if she didn't care about those things at all.

"But Miss, this servant is very worried about Second Miss … She will …"

Right now, Second Miss was no longer the only one who liked Young Master Mu. Young Master Mu had always been good to the Young Miss.

She was really worried that the Second Miss would be so angry that he would attack her directly.

"Don't worry, we will deal with it once and for all. Moreover, Feng Yuan doesn't seem to be a brainless person, so there's no need to worry."

Even though Feng Xiwu was comforting her and said that she was fine, Zi Lan was still worried.

Second Miss liked him in the past, but now it was different.

Zi Lan could tell that the Second Miss was eyeing the position of the Mu Mansion's Young Mistress covetously, to the point that she sometimes looked at the young miss as if she was her enemy.

A few days ago, she had heard that the Second Miss was always in and out of the crown prince's residence.

Feng Xiwu had slept for an entire afternoon, but she was still energetic right now, so she was not in a hurry to wash her hair.

Seeing that her master did not take this to heart, Zi Lan could only give up.

The house fell into silence. Only the sound of Zi Lan getting her hair, and occasionally hitting the table with a comb could be heard.

The door was pushed open, and Qu Jingxi, wearing a slightly damp cape, looked outside through the empty space, and noticed that it was faintly raining.

It was probably because Feng Xiwu and Zi Lan were both in the room and did not notice the people outside.

Qu Jingxi then untied his cape and hung it on a hanger by the side.

"Go, then. This King will be fine."

Your highness wants to help the little miss wipe her hair?

Zi Lan watched on in surprise. In this era where husbands were the norm, husband was the heaven, she had never heard of a husband wiping their hair before.

Seeing that Zi Lan was still standing at the side without moving, Qu Jingxi frowned, "Didn't I ask you to get down? What are you still standing here for? "

Only now did Zi Lan, who had recovered, immediately bowed and quickly left. As she left, she did not forget to close the door behind him.

On the other hand, Feng Xiwu, who had always been indifferent, was somewhat flattered. She was used to the feeling of Zi Lan wiping her hair and the smell from her body.

But very quickly, Feng Xiwu thought of what happened in the afternoon, and a barrier appeared in her heart.

Forget it, let him wipe his hair if he likes it. It's not like it's a big deal to just wipe his hair.

However, Feng Xiwu quickly realized that she was wrong. How could the normally aloof and haughty Prince Jing have served someone before? Even when he occasionally had to wipe his own hair, it was because the servant would occasionally wipe it for him.

After most of the washing, he still had a lot to do, and by the time he was done, his hair was almost dry.

When she combed his hair down and tied it up a third time, Feng Xiwu opened her mouth and said in an aggrieved tone, "Prince, you've worked hard for a whole day, don't help me wipe my hair, I'll do it myself."

If she kept combing it, she was afraid she might tear up from the pain.

"Did it hurt you?" Qu Jingxi helplessly looked at the messy hair in front of him, injuring his noble pride for the first time in his life.

Seeing Feng Xiwu wanting to hold onto her hair, caused her heart to ache.

"This is the first time I'm helping others get their hair done, why don't I call Zi Lan back so that she can help you get it done?"

With that, Qu Jingxi stood up and went to get some people.