Chapter 39 Clear Fingerprints

Zhao Yuanjing was slapped for the first time in his life.

No, it should be said that he never dreamed that he would be slapped one day.

A clear handprint quickly appeared on his fair cheek.

Yun Dai lay on the couch, staring at his face in a daze.

She didn't think about anything when she was beating her, and it was only after she finished beating that she realized that the man in front of her was not one of those wretched men in modern times, but a wretched man with the identity of a prince.

Although the essence is the same obscenity and shamelessness, the background of the times is different.

She is just a little palace maid now, if she dares to stretch out her claws to hit the prince's noble face, hundreds of people want the head on her neck every minute.

At this moment, she thought a lot.

What I think about most is Aunt Pan's family and her son.

If she died, Aunt Pan would definitely treat Yan'er well.

But what if she implicates Aunt Pan's family?

Yun Dai made a decisive decision, quickly got up, jumped down, and fell to her knees on the ground: "Your servant deserves death, please Your Highness kill this servant immediately! Each of my servants is responsible for their work!"

Zhao Yuanjing still kept lying on his stomach.

He slowly sat up straight and raised his hand to touch his cheek.

Hot.

There was no energy left in that slap.

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't help but think of how decisive and ruthless she was without hesitation when she hit the back of his hand with a spatula in the kitchen.

This woman... is really ruthless.

If you want to fight, you can really fight.

Zhao Yuanjing has no doubts, if he is just an ordinary man, not a prince. This woman will surely bite his neck off.

From this point of view, her unhesitating apology was only because she was afraid of his identity.

"Go out." Zhao Yuanjing said.

Yun Dai didn't stop at all, she got up and ran.

"Stop." Zhao Yuanjing said.

Yun Dai stopped immediately, but didn't look back.

With a whoosh, a robe was thrown on top of her.

"Don't be seen by others, you will ruin my reputation, and I will kill you." Zhao Yuanjing said coldly.

Yun Dai unfolded her robe and wrapped it up, and left quickly.

Zhao Yuanjing looked at her back, raised his hand to touch her face, and thought to herself that this dead woman who has no conscience at all beat someone, didn't even ask a question, only worried about her own life.

He found a bottle of ointment by himself, faced the mirror, wiped it for a long time, his cheeks were dark, and the pain didn't hurt much after all.

When Liu Fuquan came back, he saw the water all over the floor and the tub hadn't been removed, so he couldn't help being furious. When he saw the black ointment on half of the prince's face, he almost died of fright.

"Where are all the servants dead?" he roared.

"What are you shouting for?" Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him, "I accidentally slipped and fell while taking a shower. Clean up here."

The palace maids hurried over, changed everything in the bedroom and cleaned it again.

Liu Fuquan wanted to call the imperial doctor, but Zhao Yuanjing refused.

Liu Fuquan waited on him carefully, and said: "The servant was ordered to deliver things to Concubine Chen just now. Concubine Chen was very happy. I also want to invite Your Highness to come over, saying that I made some dim sum by myself, and I would like to invite His Highness to taste it."

We all know it's an excuse, it's nothing more than wanting the prince to spend the night there.

Normally, Zhao Yuanjing would not even move her brows when she heard this.

But he suddenly thought of the frail appearance of the little cook, and his heart moved slightly, so he got up and said: "Alright, let's go to Chen side concubine to have a look."

Liu Fuquan almost suspected that his ears had misheard.

Is the Lord willing to go to Concubine Chen's room?

He hurriedly got up: "The servant will go and inform Concubine Chen first."

"No need." Zhao Yuanjing got up and walked out.

He just wanted to know whether his "disease" was only good for the little cook or other women.