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Furthermore, the Old Emperor was especially fond of Shen Hancheng. As the crown prince of the Eastern Palace, his plans for Shen Hancheng were reasonable.

But... She suspected that the Crown Prince had some tricks up his sleeve.

Furthermore, it was the Noble Consort Xiang.

The Noble Consort Xiang was the head of the imperial concubines, her status was noble, her father, Prime Minister Su, elder brother Su Chi were from the imperial court, they must have some understanding of the matters of the imperial court.

Adding on to that, her mother, Madame Li, had always been quick to get rid of her, but the first time she met Noble Consort Xiang, Noble Consort Xiang gave her a show of force.

Now that the Noble Consort Xiang had a dragon in his womb, he did not really like Shen Hancheng either. If one were to say that the Noble Consort Xiang was the one who set the trap, then it would fit the requirements quite well.

But, why did she feel that something was wrong …

Su Jinruo lowered his eyes, but Shen Hancheng slowly opened them. He looked at the youth that was lost in his own thoughts, and his gaze then landed on her official robe.

Shen Hancheng raised his hand, lifted up a corner of the curtain and looked out.

When he saw the place he wanted to see, Shen Hancheng lazily ordered: "Qian Yi, go buy a set of clothes."

A faint fragrance drifted about.

Wisps of smoke curled up from the incense burner.

It was near dusk, and the room was dimly lit. A servant carefully entered the room and lit a candle.

After a while, the light inside the room gradually brightened up.

The servant bowed towards the man leaning on the carved orchid chair, whose light was blocked by the screen, then carefully covered the door and retreated.

The whole time, the room was quiet.

After a while, the man leaning on the wooden chair slowly opened his eyes.

Just then, a respectful voice came from outside the door, "My lord, I request an audience."

The corner of the man's mouth slightly curved upwards, "Let him in."

The moment the man finished speaking, the door was gently pushed open.

A black figure flashed into the room. He knelt on one knee with an almost pious look on his face. He said to the man on the wooden chair, "Capture the book and greet the lord. The lord is well!"

The man's indifferent voice floated out of the screen. "Stand up."

Upon hearing this, he remained kneeling on the ground, respectfully informing the man of the information he had gathered.

"Master, the Seventh Prince has already taken him away."

Oh –

The man sitting on the wooden chair raised his eyebrows. He stood up, and the dim light around his body slowly dyed his body the color of candlelight.

His wide clothes were embroidered with golden patterns of Jinruo, and a purple belt with gold inlaid with jade was tied around his waist.

Under the flickering candlelight, one could see that the man's face was delicate and angular. His ink-black eyes contained a solemn and serious look, and there was a steady and reserved brilliance that could captivate a person's soul.

The man stood with his hands behind his back. His gaze landed on an unknown place as he quietly pondered.

Shen Hancheng actually went to the Compendium Pavilion …

With his understanding of Shen Hancheng, Shen Hancheng should be able to guess that this was a trap.

But … how did he get in?

It was because he wanted to turn the tables around, and it was as he thought …

Su Jinruo was extremely important to him, so he had no choice but to enter the game?

"Master, what should we do next?"

The man slowly turned the Night Pearl in his hand. The brilliance of the Night Pearl, in the dim light, faintly emitted its own radiance.

The man lowered his head to look at the Night Pearl, the luster in his ink-black eyes lightly swaying back and forth. He asked, "Princess Xiwei, do you know about this matter?"

Capturing the book: "The people from the Princess Xiwei have been watching the movements of the Seventh Prince. At this moment, I'm afraid that they have already heard about it."

The man smiled. His face that was as warm as jade instantly became dazzling like a hundred flowers blooming at the same time. It was so dazzling that it could almost dazzle the eyes of a bystander.

He said, "Since that's the case, then let's stop. Tell them to return to their positions and not to reveal themselves."

"Master, why don't you take advantage of that City Lord Su and throw him to the ground?"

As long as Seventh Prince died, one of the biggest stumbling blocks would be missing from the way of Master's great achievements.

At that time, regardless of whether it was the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace or any of the princes or princes, none of them would harm their lord in the slightest.

The most noble and honorable dragon throne in the world, wasn't it the master's …

Available... Why did Master give up such a good opportunity to deal with Seventh Prince, and kill the enemy, shouldn't we take advantage of the victory to pursue?!

The man spoke gently: "No, we don't need to do anything right now, we only need to... "Sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight!"

He needed to guess Seventh Prince's intentions clearly, and knew what his next course of action would be.

As for the Princess Xiwei... It was up to him if he could know these things!

The man shifted his gaze away from the Night Pearls and walked over to a nearby window. Looking out, he saw that the sky was dark and the night was about to cover the entire blue sky.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up slightly. Seventh Prince Shen Hancheng, I have waited a long time to face your enemy …

I hope that you won't become so weak so quickly.

Because...

Facing your enemy like that, wanting you to submit to him was really too easy!

Seventh Prince's Mansion

Seventh Prince Shen Hancheng asked Qian Yi to buy a set of clothes.

Qian Yi thought for a while, then bought a set of clothes that matched with Su Jinruo's.

However, he bought a set of plain white robes for Su Jinruo.

If one were to ask, in this world, what color did Su Jinruo dislike the most, someone would definitely answer: White.

Su Jinruo didn't like white color, but it wasn't because of his personality.

It was just a habit.

In the past, when she had just started killing people, she was unable to prevent herself from getting a drop of blood, and her entire body was stained with the dark red liquid of others.

Therefore, Su Jinruo's clothes had always been black.

One of the reasons was because after she had killed someone, even if the blood of the bystanders were to fall on her clothes, no one would be able to tell.

It would be convenient for her to continue her actions.

Available...

If he went to kill people in white clothes, wouldn't he be causing trouble for himself?

Unexpectedly, seeing the clothes that Qian Yi had brought, Seventh Prince Shen Hancheng smiled, and then …

Su Jinruo had been forced by Shen Hancheng to change clothes.

In the Compendium Pavilion, Shen Hancheng had asked for Su Jinruo's cooperation, with that indisputable tone of voice.

Although it made Su Jinruo frown, Su Jinruo knew that in terms of power and understanding of officials, she, Su Jinruo, was incomparable to him.

After changing into a set of white clothes, Su Jinruo's face, which was as calm as water, gave off an appearance of an exiled immortal when matched by the white clothes.

Shen Hancheng raised his eyebrow, pointed to the chair beside him, and said to Su Jinruo: "Sit."

Su Jinruo walked to the side of the chair and placed the ancient history book and documents in his hands on a corner of the table.

He sat down on a mahogany plum blossom chair.

Shen Hancheng's slender jade-like finger nodded on the table, and Qian Yi called for people to bring in the food.

Beautiful, brightly colored, fragrant meals were placed on the round wooden table.

His stomach was completely empty and when Su Jinruo came out of the library, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

She glanced at the delicacies, the exquisite meals and the appropriate color mixing. With one glance, she knew that it was made by a chef and her appetite was immediately piqued.

She glanced at Shen Hancheng and saw that he had already started to eat slowly.

Just like that, Su Jinruo picked up the porcelain bowl from the table and started to eat, neither fast nor slow.

The dining table was eerily quiet as both of them lowered their heads to eat. Neither of them made a sound to break the silence.

In the past, Shen Hancheng only used to eat alone, and in addition, he didn't like people cooking for him. As a result, when Shen Hancheng used to eat, there was no one to make food for him.

Su Jinruo was the only person who shared a meal with him in the four years he had been back in the palace.

On the table, there were two sets of chopsticks placed next to Su Jinruo and Shen Hancheng's left hand.

Su Jinruo looked at the exquisite eggplant soup, and actually, amongst the delicacies placed on the round wooden table, the only thing she liked was the bitter bamboo shoot soup.

The asparagus was originally a common food in the world she lived in. However, here, the asparagus became a type of food that only aristocrats would be able to eat.

She had been in the current dynasty for more than a year and had not had the chance to eat a single bitter bamboo shoot soup. Now that she saw it at Shen Hancheng's table, she wanted to have a taste of it.

But...

There were too many delicacies on the table. The place where the bitter bamboo shoot was placed was further away from her, so Su Jinruo had to stand up and slightly lean forward to be able to eat the bitter bamboo shoot soup.

This was the Seventh Prince Shen Hancheng's dining table, not the Qian Residence. If he were to stand up and eat, it would be disrespectful of him.

After thinking about it, Su Jinruo still took the spare chopsticks, picked up the delicacy in front of him and started to eat.

Shen Hancheng leisurely drank a mouthful of lotus seed soup. Seeing Su Jinruo's gaze resting on the not so far away bitter bamboo shoot soup, she picked up the dish in front of her and started to eat.

Shen Hancheng raised his brows, an unknown light flashing past his deep eyes.

He put down the spoon in his hand, stood up and moved the asparagus soup in front of his eyes.

Then, he used the spare chopsticks to pick up some asparagus and put it into his porcelain bowl to taste it.

Seeing his actions, a crack suddenly appeared on Qian Yi's expressionless face.

Shen Hancheng never ate food that carried a bitter taste. This was Seventh Prince's Mansion, all the cooks knew about this, including his personal guard.

Today, there would be some bitter bamboo shoot soup, because today, someone was accompanying the Seventh Prince for a meal. The cooks asked if he would like some bitter bamboo shoot soup, saying that some fresh bitter bamboo shoots had come from the palace and would not be used for cooking. It would be a pity to leave them like that.

He thought for a moment. After all, the bitter bamboo shoot soup was something that was hard to come by. It was something that commoners would never be able to eat in their entire lives.

Furthermore, when he thought that he had listened to Su Jinruo's orders and investigated his experiences, he guessed that Su Jinruo would not have much of a chance to eat this dish, so he agreed to the chef's order to bring the dish up.

But he also ordered that he should place the bitter bamboo shoot soup farthest from Seventh Prince Shen Hancheng, in case he were to eat it and ruin his mood.

And now …

Seventh Prince Shen Hancheng, not only did he personally stand up and move the bitter bamboo shoot soup in front of him, he even tasted it …

Weird, it really was weird!

Qian Yi glanced at Shen Hancheng who had just eaten a bitter bamboo shoot. Seeing that his expression did not change, his pitch black eyes drooped slightly, and his curly eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

Qian Yi guessed that Master might be looking down on the bitter bamboo shoot soup. Wasn't it too bitter?