They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 139 You want me to rub it for you

He still needs to think carefully about what to do with the group of young Rong spies he brought back. And when Qi Zeyun comes to pay homage, how should he avoid the Second Princess and her group causing trouble?

Most importantly, he didn't know that Qi Zexuan had also come to the Wu Dynasty. He was with a pair of merchants who said they were doing business in the country, but his appearance was extraordinary. Everyone who saw him once wanted to take a second look.

He was never afraid of others, and even seemed to enjoy the way they looked at him. Beauty was his weapon of pride, and countless people had fallen at his feet.

This time he came up with a plan, which wasn't particularly clever, but it was enough to hurt the rumored fourth princess who was lustful, idle, and incompetent.

"Your Highness Zexuan, why would you condescend to seduce a good-for-nothing?" Qi Ersu asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Since their prime minister and second prince both want her dead, she must have some extraordinary abilities. But people can't resist beautiful things, so why not choose the shortcut and instead resort to those ingenious methods?"

“Uh…Your Highness Zexuan is right.”

"I need to keep track of their route at all times. Tell your men to keep a close watch on them, and arrange a chance encounter with Wu Ziyan once he enters the city alone!"

"Yes, Your Highness Zexuan."

two days later

They had arrived outside the city gates of the capital. Wu Ziyan felt that he had lost at least seven or eight pounds. He couldn't eat anything, could only drink some water, and felt dizzy and had pain in his buttocks and back.

It felt like there was nothing good about it, and I couldn't even lie down right away when I got back.

She had to take a bath before entering the palace to report the situation, and during these two days, the three men had hardly spoken to her.

When they entered the city, Wu Chengji had to return to his residence first, and everyone else had to go home. Only Chu Qiu, "shamelessly," did not leave.

Instead, they rode side by side on horseback outside Wu Ziyan's carriage until they reached the gate of the mansion. Strangely, Mo Baiyun was not in the mansion today.

It's all her fault for doing such a terrible thing, disrupting many of the Holy Martial's plans.

She got off the carriage, her face was pale, her cheeks were somewhat sunken, and her hair was rough and dull. Usually, Sima Lingchuan would be there, but he was not there today.

She began to doubt if she had returned to the wrong place, but when she looked back, Chu Qiu remained silent, like an invisible person.

The servants in the mansion were very attentive when she returned, some boiling water and others preparing tea. They even caught one servant and asked, "Where did Xiaoyun and her master go?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Xiao Yun'er was not in the manor yesterday. Her husband went out early this morning to visit Ling Yu at the Second Prince's residence."

Wu Ziyan felt a little uncomfortable, but she actually missed Mo Baiyun nagging in her ear, mainly because she only trusted him.

Wu Ziyan went back and sat down in the hall. Chu Qiu stood beside him, and a servant massaged her hands and feet. She asked, "Is the bath ready?"

"All right."

"Let's go then."

She wanted to get rid of her smelly clothes as soon as possible, which were even stained with menstrual blood. She felt like she could rub a thick layer of grime off her body.

She was going to the bathhouse, and Chu Qiu followed, but he didn't say a word. Wu Ziyan wanted to see how long he could hold back.

The bathroom was now filled with steam, and the temperature was just right to go in. She walked in, and Chu Qiu stopped outside the door without following her.

Seeing that he wasn't following, she paused and said, "Come in."

"I don't dare."

"Come in!"

Wu Ziyan thought he wouldn't come in, but he awkwardly came in carrying his sword. Wu Ziyan was a little confused as to when he had taken the sword.

"I've had two buckets prepared. You can't possibly come to the palace to meet the emperor covered in stench, can you?"

"What virtue or ability do I possess?"

"Take it off yourself, you don't expect me to scrub your back, do you?"

As Wu Ziyan spoke, she had already taken off her outer clothes and was about to sit in the bathtub.

The servants serving them didn't even dare to look them in the eye. What kind of relationship did they have that they were able to bathe in the same bathroom together?

"Your subject dares not." His voice was somewhat hoarse, and he dared not look directly at Wu Ziyan. In the misty haze, he could only vaguely see her figure already submerged in the water.

The sound of the water hitting the tub grew louder and louder in his ears until they started ringing. But when Wu Ziyan stepped into the tub, his legs went weak and he slipped, instinctively letting out a scream.

Chu Qiu was quick, much faster than the servants. He quickly opened his eyes, took a few steps forward, and pulled Wu Ziyan out of the water.

Fortunately, he was wrapped in a cotton towel, so he wouldn't be in an awkward situation of being naked. Chu Qiu kept his eyes straight ahead, but the soft warmth from his hands made him feel a little itchy.

Wu Ziyan was soaked through, her wet hair clung to her face, and her eyelashes trembled, glistening with water droplets.

"I deserve to die!"

"Let go, go wash over there. Do you want to wash with me?" Wu Ziyan's heart was pounding, unsure whether it was from the shock she had just experienced or from Chu Qiu's actions.

"I do not like being served." Besides, there are several female officials here.

Those people were all seasoned veterans; how could they not understand? She quickly bowed and took her leave, and stood guard outside the bathhouse—this was routine for her.

Xu used to do this all the time, but she had never seen that kind of embarrassing scene in her mind.

"You've sent everyone away, so who's going to scrub my back?" Wu Ziyan was genuinely asking this question. Ever since she woke up, she had replaced all the personal care tasks with women.

"Perhaps I'd better not wash it."

"come over."

Chu Qiu was very obedient. He walked up to her without looking to the side or into the bucket. Wu Ziyan stood up, grabbed his collar, and slammed him down.

Perhaps it was because he had just loosened his belt that the clothes slipped off so easily and smoothly, leaving no trace.

Many wounded bodies were presented to her, but there was no contempt in her eyes, only utmost righteousness.

"Go wash over there first, then come back and scrub me clean."

……

But he didn't resist. As if possessed, he soaked in the bathtub for a while, the temperature neither too hot nor too cold.

She also had a refreshing fragrance. It was surprising that she, a young woman, smelled so good, compared to him, who seemed much rougher.

After soaking for about five or six minutes, Wu Ziyan heard the sound of water flowing out from the other side.

She was afraid he would put on dirty clothes again, so she asked someone outside to prepare a set of clothes and put them at the door. Chu Qiu was currently shirtless with a cotton towel wrapped around his lower body, feeling very uncomfortable.

The servants were quick; once the clothes were ready, they opened the door, placed them at the entrance, and didn't go inside or look in.

"I don't wear other people's clothes."

"It's new, don't worry. Don't wear it yet, let me rub it."

Chu Qiu still had a cold expression, holding the loofah net that Wu Ziyan had made as a bath scrubber, which looked somewhat comical.

She herself was now completely submerged in the tub, tilting her head back and glancing sideways at Chu Qiu, who was standing there unwillingly.

"Why are you standing so far away? Come closer, my legs can't stretch that far, and you can't reach them!"

Hearing this, he took two more steps, and Wu Ziyan's snow-white thigh stretched out of the water and rested on the edge of the bucket.