I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 369 To Bet or Not to Bet?

Two servants went out and closed the door. Yan Ruoyu casually waved her hand, and the screen rose up.

He actually walked past the screen and stood in front of Zhongli Yueluo's bathtub.

The magic in his hands did not stop flowing; once he stopped, a thin layer of ice would form on the water in Zhongli Yueluo's bathtub.

"Thank you."

“I knew you were behind today’s events, but I never imagined you had such power.”

Yan Ruoyu kept her eyes straight ahead, one hand behind her back and the other resting on the bucket.

Zhongli Yueluo stretched one hand out of the water and rested it on the edge of the bucket, a simple smile on her face.

There was no trace of scheming or cunning in her eyes; they were simply bright and sparkling.

He then let out a sneer: "Does Young Master Ruoyu intend to investigate my responsibility here?"

Yan Ruoyu looked at her lotus root-like hands, which had gradually turned from pink to bluish-black, indicating that they had been exposed to cold wind after leaving the hot water.

“If we’re going to hold anyone accountable, it’s impossible for the two of us to be alone here.”

Zhongli Yueluo's feet swayed in the water, and she turned her body slightly to look directly at Yan Ruoyu.

"What's wrong? You sound so cold. I thought you were going to stand up for Qianqiu Changhuan."

Yan Ruoyu's eyelids drooped: "I'm just worried that you might offend the Qianqiu Clan too quickly."

Zhongli Yueluo casually grabbed Yan Ruoyu's hand and pulled him towards her.

"Are you worried about me?"

Yan Ruoyu did not struggle and let her pull her along.

"Qianqiu Changhuan is somewhat shrewd, but not as shrewd as you. However, you must be wary of the family behind her; they might cause trouble in secret."

Zhongli Yueluo giggled, her hand falling into the water and splashing up a spray.

"I bet Qianqiu Chang'an is on his way to apologize by now. Shall we take the bet?"

Yan Ruoyu's red eyes flickered slightly. Hearing the name Qianqiu Chang'an, he had an indescribable feeling.

He felt uncomfortable because Zhongli Yueluo was too close to him.

Or is it that she feels guilty because she thinks Zhongli Yueluo schemed against this truly elegant gentleman?

"He probably hasn't received the message yet."

His tone was uncertain, so why was Zhongli Yueluo so certain?

"Just tell me, are you going to bet or not?"

"What are you gambling?"

Zhongli Yueluo rested her hands on the edge of the bucket, tilted her head back, and whispered in his ear.

"If I win, I will live with you until Suijun's lessons are over."

Of course, there was a selfish reason behind this, after all, she was alone in her empty bed, and at night she was so cold that she shivered and had difficulty falling asleep.

Yan Ruoyu swallowed hard; the bet sounded like it was in his favor.

What if you lose?

"I can't lose."

She stood up from the bucket, and Yan Ruoyu subconsciously closed her eyes as well.

He stood there dumbfounded until she came out of the bathtub, when Zhongli Yueluo's clear voice rang out.

"Open your eyes."

He slowly opened his eyes, afraid that Zhongli Yueluo was going to play a trick on him, but she was already dressed.

There was a knock on the door outside.

One of the servants reported, "Young Master Ruoyu, Miss Yueluo, and Young Master Chang'an are coming this way."

Yan Ruoyu's heart trembled slightly as she looked into Zhongli Yueluo's bright eyes.

Her eyes crinkled into a smile as she patted his shoulder: "Remember to get a comfortable set of bedding."

Then the door was opened, and the two servants lowered their heads, refusing to look at the two men.

"Oh, and the pillow should be a soft one, and the bedding should be made of fine silk." He turned back and smiled at Yan Ruoyu.

He was already captivated by those two shallow dimples, but she didn't linger. Instead, she deliberately rolled up her sleeves and headed down the corridor.

He deliberately showed off the bruises on his arms from the injections, with faint cuts still visible.

The outfit she wore made her look weak and pitiful, like a lamb that had fallen into the water.

Walking down the corridor, she saw Qianqiu Chang'an approaching and deliberately covered her hands with her sleeve in a flustered manner.

His gaze immediately locked onto the wounds on her hands.

He was busy with other things when he heard that she had some friction with Chang Huan. He wasn't worried about his sister, but rather about Zhongli Yueluo.

He would take two steps forward, get closer, and then stop, always keeping a step between them.

He was also holding some medicine for injuries, and a soft cotton robe.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he was about to say something, but Zhongli Yueluo turned her head and smiled with her eyes crinkling.

"What brings Young Master Chang'an here?"

The preemptive question interrupted the words that Qianqiu Chang'an had prepared.

He even stammered a little, looking at the thing in his hand, at a loss.

"I... I only found out you were here by asking them. Are you feeling better?"

She revealed two shallow dimples, twirled in front of him, and whether it was intentional or not, she gently twisted her foot.

Her body tilted to the side, and the medicine in Qianqiu Chang'an's hand fell to the ground. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

A fleeting smile crossed Zhongli Yueluo's eyes, before she took two steps back apologetically.

"It's alright, Young Master Chang'an."

He seemed to be deliberately limping as he leaned against the railing, a faint, bitter smile on his face.

Qianqiu Chang'an also realized that he had lost his composure, so he stepped back, picked up the medicine, and covered his eyes with it.

"It's all because I haven't disciplined my younger sister properly. I'll definitely ask my father to give her a good talking to when we get back."

"This matter may have nothing to do with Miss Chang Huan; it was all orchestrated by me."

Tears welled up in her eyes without warning, brimming with uncontrollable emotion. She was simply telling the truth, but Qianqiu Chang'an was even less inclined to believe her.

"Miss Yueluo, may I take a look at the injuries to your hands and ankles?"

Yan Ruoyu watched the two of them interact from the corridor in the distance, wondering just how many faces Zhongli Yueluo had.

She retreated to sit on a chair next to the railing, a blush still lingering on her face.

“Young Master Chang’an, my injury is really nothing serious. You should go back and see Miss Changhuan. She must be very unhappy about being confined to her quarters.”

Qianqiu Chang'an didn't say anything, but sat closer to her and opened the lid of the medicine, pushing it towards her.

"If it is inconvenient for Miss Yueluo to let me see your wound, please apply the medicine yourself. This is a unique secret medicine of the Qianqiu family."

Zhongli Yueluo paused, hesitated for a moment, and slowly rolled up her sleeves.

The surface was covered with small, bluish-purple scars from being pierced by a syringe.

Somewhat timid, she dared not look Qianqiu Chang'an in the eye, perfectly capturing his psychological state.

Upon seeing that shocking patch of bruises on her snow-white arm...

Judging from the power of this wound, if it hit a vital spot, someone with low cultivation level would not survive.

He felt increasingly remorseful, yet extremely conflicted, for she was, after all, his own sister.

"There must be some misunderstanding in this matter, Young Master Chang'an, there is no need for you to feel guilty."

Qianqiu Chang'an, who felt seen through, had a hint of embarrassment on her face as she gently applied the medicine with her fingers.

"hiss……"

Did I hurt you? I'll be gentler then.

My fingertips brushed across her arm; it was soft yet felt chillingly cold.