Jiujiu opened her eyes and saw a light blue curtain. Jiujiu blinked a few times before moving her eyes away from the curtain. Her voice was hoarse as she shouted, "Water. 1357924? 6810gggggd”
As soon as Jiujiu's voice fell, a man dressed in black descended from the sky. He nimbly poured a cup of tea from the table and handed it to Jiujiu. After serving Jiujiu a cup of tea, he left as quickly as he appeared.
It wasn't until the man left that the servant finally arrived.
Jiujiu's personal maid, Xiao Qing, hurriedly poured a cup of tea and brought it to Jiujiu's mouth. While carefully feeding Jiujiu the tea, she complained in a low voice, "Your Highness, you're really too much. You're already an adult, yet you don't know how to take care of yourself. What would we do if something happened to you?"
Jiujiu: "It won't happen again."
"There won't be a next time." Hearing Jiujiu say there won't be a next time, Xiao Qing instantly frowned and glared at Jiujiu. While helping Jiujiu lie down, she muttered, "The Empress sent someone to say that Your Highness doesn't need to go to court before you recover."
Jiujiu naturally agreed to the Empress's good intentions very obediently.
Xiao Qing tucked Jiujiu in the corner of the quilt and turned to leave.
Jiujiu didn't know if it was because she slept too much just now, but she couldn't fall asleep at all. Thinking of the shadow guard who poured water for her just now, Jiujiu said, "Come out."
As soon as her voice fell, the man dressed in black from just now quietly appeared at the head of the bed.
Jiujiu turned her head to look at the shadow guard, "What's your name?"
"This subordinate's code name is Twelve." Twelve replied in a low voice.
Jiujiu looked at Twelve who was tightly wrapped in black cloth and said, "You sent me back today?"
"Yes, your subordinate."
Twelve's voice was very cold. It was magnetic, but there was not a trace of emotion in it. It was as if he did not feel anything about him sending Jiujiu back.
Jiujiu didn't care about Twelve's answer. Twelve was a Shadow Guard and Shadow Guards didn't need emotions. However …
In Mu Qing's memory, Twelve had died to save her, so Mu Qing had an inexplicable sense of guilt towards Twelve. Jiujiu knew that Mu Qing hoped that Jiujiu could save Twelve's life.
Or rather, he was good to Twelve.
Jiujiu raised her arm and looked at Twelve. "Help me up."
Looking at Jiujiu, Twelve walked to Jiujiu like a robot and helped Jiujiu up from the bed.
"Take me to the window."
Hearing Jiujiu's order, Twelve's body stiffened, but after a while, he obediently carried Jiujiu to the window. He even cleverly opened the window so that Jiujiu could see the scenery outside.
The scenery outside the window was exquisite and beautiful, without the slightest craftsmanship. However …
Twelve stood in the corner of the room like a pillar, allowing the mottled sunlight to cast a deep shadow on his body.
In Mu Qing's memory, Twelve had died to save her, so Jiujiu had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Twelve.
Seeing Twelve standing alone in the corner, Jiujiu felt a little uncomfortable. When she came to her senses, she found that her claws had pulled off the cloth covering Twelve's face.
Although Jiujiu had always known that Twelve was a man, when she saw Twelve's appearance, she understood why Twelve chose to cover his face.
It was not because Twelve was too handsome, but because Twelve's appearance could be called ugly in this era.
Just like the requirements for women in ancient times, men in this era were all men with waists like willows. They were the type of men who needed to be supported to walk two steps. Even if the Shadow Guard's physique was much better than that of ordinary people, he still could not be compared with women.
And the most important thing was that the men here were very feminine, even the Shadow Guards who had been through wind and rain were no exception.
Twelve was an exception. He had starry eyebrows and bright eyes. His eyebrows were stiff and handsome. His nose was high, and his lips were thin and beautiful. The outline of his face was even more handsome.
With Jiujiu's eyes that had seen countless people, she could see that Twelve's figure was also the best.
If he were in modern society, he would definitely be a handsome man sought after by everyone. Unfortunately, according to the aesthetic standards of this society, Twelve was an ugly man.
Well, a very, very ugly man.
He was the kind of man who could not get married.
It was really a despair-inducing aesthetic standard.
Twelve was given to Jiujiu by the Empress since he was young to protect Jiujiu's safety. Twelve was not guarded against Jiujiu's movements at all. It was just that the moment Jiujiu took off the cloth covering his face, Twelve subconsciously wanted to turn around and not let Jiujiu see his ugly face.
Jiujiu was the clouds in the sky, high and mighty. He was born in the darkness and must die in the darkness. He was the most filthy mud. It was already the greatest fortune in his life to be able to protect Jiujiu. How could he use his ugly face to tarnish Her Highness' eyes?
Twelve thought that Jiujiu would despise him after seeing his face, and even ask him to never appear in front of her again.
Twelve did countless psychological preparations, but he did not hear Jiujiu say anything. Until the pressure in his heart reached the verge of collapse, Twelve suddenly heard Jiujiu's clear and sweet voice that seemed to contain honey say, "Twelve, you are so handsome."
Although Twelve did not know what Jiujiu meant, he could tell from Jiujiu's praise that Jiujiu was praising him.
Twelve's depressed heart was instantly satisfied. He raised his head and looked at Jiujiu.
Jiujiu's face was as exquisite and beautiful as ever. The small dimple at the corner of her mouth was even more beautiful. But for some reason, Twelve, who should have been used to Jiujiu's appearance, suddenly felt his heart beat irregularly when he saw Jiujiu's smile.
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His face turned red.
Although there was no change in his emotions on the surface, Twelve knew that his thoughts were a little different.
Jiujiu leaned against the bed for a while and let Twelve carry her back to the bed.
But what Jiujiu did not know was that after she fell asleep, Twelve stood by the bed and looked at her face for a long time with an infatuated and complicated expression.
Because of the heat stroke, Jiujiu rested in the room for three days. She only went to court on the fourth day.
There was a banquet at night.
It was at this gathering that Mu Qing met the man she loved and hated all her life.
Jun Jin.
Jun Jin was born with a good appearance. He was handsome and elegant. Unlike those weak men nowadays, he still had the flexibility of a woman. Moreover, he didn't feel inferior to Mu Qing because of her identity. He still treated Mu Qing as an equal.
According to Jiujiu's feeling, this Jun Jin was definitely an expert at playing with people's hearts.
Although Mu Qing was an imperial princess and enjoyed great wealth and glory, everyone had a cheap mentality.
After enjoying too much wealth, one would especially yearn for peace. They yearned for the kind of life where they could interact as an equal.
Jun Jin, on the other hand, was merely presenting the life that Mu Qing had imagined.
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