"Wouldn't it be appropriate for me to receive a reward for offering a strategy to the Crown Prince? Hongmei's fate is bitter, a lowly life. I dare not ask the Crown Prince for a position, only hope that when the Crown Prince receives praise from His Majesty tomorrow for using Hongmei's strategy, he could favor Hongmei for a few more days."
As soon as she finished speaking, Hongmei's delicate hand gently slid into the Crown Prince's clothes.
The Crown Prince quickly grasped Hongmei's hand, his voice filled with ambiguity, "You couldn't hold back earlier, why do you tease me again now?"
Hongmei bit her lower lip, pretending to be embarrassed and annoyed. Her face flushed as she turned away, wrapped herself tightly with the quilt, and sulked, ignoring the Crown Prince.
The room was filled with the Crown Prince's laughter and the soft, cajoling voices of the women inside, but Quan Yu, who stood outside, could only think of Bai Qingyan's frail figure.
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