Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 217 A word is final

Xiao Guoer shuddered as if struck by lightning. She was so frightened that her originally round eyes opened wider in an instant, and she looked like a frightened little rabbit. She stammered, "Xiaomin has a family... and a sister... Xiaomin also runs a shop that needs to be taken care of..."

Zhao Yunrong interrupted her, speaking calmly and firmly, "I will give you one hour every day to leave the palace and take care of your own affairs."

Xiao Guo'er felt a chill in her heart, and quickly thought of a reason to shirk the responsibility, "But...but..."

"You don't want to?" Zhao Yunrong's calm tone made it impossible to discern his emotions.

Xiao Guoer thought, of course she was unwilling. She agreed to do things for him, but that didn't mean she was willing to devote almost all of her time to him.

What’s the difference between that and being in Zuihualou?

Thinking of the days when she had no freedom in the past, she took a deep breath, straightened her back, and looked directly into his deep eyes. She did not hide or avoid, nor did she make any excuses or reasons. She said frankly, "I don't want to."

Zhao Yunrong was not angry. He tapped his fingertips on the small table, seeming to be in embarrassment, "But I like to drink the tea you make. What should I do?"

Xiao Guoer folded her hands, rubbing her fingertips unconsciously, and pretended to be calm, "There is nothing special about my tea-making skills. If Your Majesty likes it, you can send someone to learn from me, and I will definitely teach you everything I know."

Zhao Yunrong paused as he tapped his fingers on the table. "In the art of tea, a slight mistake can lead to a huge error. Tea brewed by different people will taste completely different."

Xiao Guoer pursed her lips and said, "My Lord, you are forcing me."

Zhao Yunrong raised his eyebrows and sighed, "How about this, you stay in the palace and make tea for me for a year. In exchange, after a year, you don't have to work for me anymore, and the conditions you promised me before will be invalidated."

Xiao Guoer was startled, her mind moved slightly. He meant to say, to exchange one year for future freedom?

Making tea seemed much simpler than other things... I didn't have to worry about any danger, nor did I have to worry about doing anything that violated my conscience and morality... And it was done once and for all. After a year, I wouldn't have to deal with the orders of the Eighth Prince anymore...

Just one year, it will pass...

After Xiao Guoer's big eyes rolled around for more than a dozen times, the embarrassment on her face gradually faded, her eyes and eyebrows slowly relaxed, and she responded crisply, "It's a deal."

Zhao Yunrong picked up the teacup again and drank the tea which was at just the right temperature, hiding the determined smile in his eyes.

In less than a year, he would make her completely give up on Tang Jingchen.

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When Tang Jingchen heard Xiao Guoer's retelling, unlike her excitement, he felt a vague worry in his heart and his face looked solemn.

Although he didn't know what the Eighth Prince wanted to do specifically, he thought that the Eighth Prince must not simply want Xiao Guoer to make him tea.

What exactly does he want to do?

Tang Jingchen held Xiao Guoer's hand and frowned as he said, "I was originally thinking of returning to Shangjing City and starting to arrange our wedding. If you stay in the palace for a year, won't our wedding be delayed?"

"It'll only take a year. Once I get through this year, I won't have to worry about that annoying Eighth Prince giving me orders and asking me to do things for him anytime and anywhere. It'll be a one-time thing, isn't it?"

Xiao Guoer picked up a piece of dessert with her other hand and passed it to her boyfriend's lips, not caring much, "Try this, it's delicious."

Tang Jingchen took a bite from her hand, but before he could chew, he saw Xiao Guoer stuff the remaining half of the dessert into her mouth naturally. She nodded affirmatively while eating and muttered to herself, "It's delicious!"

Tang Jingchen was stunned for a moment, the knot between his eyebrows gradually eased, and the snack in his mouth instantly became more delicious than ever before. He responded, "It's delicious."

Tang Jingchen looked at the carefree little girl and was infected by her. The worries in his heart seemed to be alleviated a lot.

"When we get back to Shangjing City, we'll pick a date to get engaged, and then get married a year later."

When Xiao Guoer truly became his engaged wife, even if the Eighth Prince had any ideas, he could not do whatever he wanted.

When Xiao Guoer heard her boyfriend's words, her eyes curved into crescents, flashing with brilliance, and she teased her boyfriend, "Why? Are you afraid that I'll run away?"

She did not show any shyness or timidity like an ordinary lady would when hearing such words. Instead, she looked smart, cunning and graceful. But Tang Jingchen just loved the way she was without any affectation.

"Are you willing to run away? I'm thinking about you. There aren't many men as good as me. If you don't tie me up quickly, don't cry if another woman gets there first."

The man who is usually as gentle as jade also has a mischievous side, and he can make people angry when teasing them.

Xiao Guo'er puffed up her cheeks and widened her eyes, looking like a pufferfish. She didn't even wipe the snack residue off her hands, and directly twisted the man's waist. She didn't care whether it stained her expensive clothes or not. She stared at him fiercely and threatened viciously, "If you dare to have another woman, I will never forgive you in my life!"

Tang Jingchen felt a slight pain and numbness in his waist. He frantically dodged the hand that was messing with his waist. The touch of the sensitive part made him unable to hold back any longer. He begged for mercy again and again, "I won't dare to do it again! I won't dare to do it again! I was wrong! I swear that Xiao Guoer is the only woman in my life!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't pinch there, you can't pinch there!" The breathless man could no longer bear the numbness and itchiness in his waist, which was more than the pain. His heart was confused by that little hand.

The man grabbed the little girl's hands, who was fanning the flames without realizing it, and pulled them away from his sensitive and tortured waist. He lowered his head and kissed her tender lips, which were still stained with a few snack residues, fiercely, swallowing her surprised cry.

Tell her to be disobedient! Let her learn a lesson, let her know that a man's waist and abdomen cannot be pinched casually!