The Runaway Consort

"You..." Qi Chenxuan was directly speechless, probably having never seen such a bold woman in his lifetime...

Seeing him sitting motionless, I impatiently urged again: "Hey, have you sat enough? Do I need to personally help you dress before you'll get up?"

Upon hearing this, that guy gave a roguish smile, looking pleased: "Okay, since you want to so much, this prince will reluctantly let you serve me once!"

"Go die!" I angrily threw the blanket back at him, glaring: "If you don't get up, I'll have Shui'er come serve you from now on!"

"You..." Qi Chenxuan gritted his teeth, finally compromising: "Forget it, this prince won't argue with a woman. Let the maids outside come help me change."

I shrugged, looking innocent: "Sorry, I've already sent them all away. Which means, now no one will come help you dress, so you'll have to do it yourself!"

"In that case!" Hearing this, the guy actually pulled up the blanket, preparing to lie down...

I quickly grabbed him: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Qi Chenxuan looked matter-of-fact: "Since no one will help this prince dress, this prince will just continue sleeping!"

I rolled my eyes: “You’re a grown man, can’t you dress yourself?”

Qi Chenxuan raised an eyebrow, sounding deliberately cocky: “Sorry, this prince has never dressed himself since birth!”

I scoffed: “Just because you haven’t before doesn’t mean you can’t. Why not start trying from today?”

The guy looked like he’d heard something horrifying, eyes wide: “Why should I do it myself?”

“Because…” I couldn’t answer immediately, which made his look of triumph even more pronounced! Right, he’s a prince, and will be emperor in the future, with plenty of maids to serve him, so why would he need to do anything himself!

After thinking, I stubbornly insisted: “Anyway, you’re dressing yourself today!”

“No way—”

He rudely rolled his eyes, coolly dropped two words, then turned away…

Damn woman, actually playing me.

As time passed, I grew impatient, reluctantly pushing him: “Qi Chenxuan, are you getting up or not?”

Seeing no response, I turned angrily, “Fine, if you won’t go, I’ll go myself!”

“Wait here for one incense stick’s time!” Just as I stepped out, my right wrist was suddenly grabbed by another hand, and the guy reluctantly lifted the blanket and got out of bed.

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