On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

"Young Master Hua is here!" Pei Yuzhu's heart immediately rose to her throat as the palace maid reported it.

"Ah, Master Wuzui is here? How come he's here so soon? Bi'er, come and check if my makeup is ruined?"

"Qing'er, come and check if my gauze skirt has any wrinkles?"

"Where is Aunt Gui? Can you help me check if the powder on my back is evenly applied?"

Yes, in order to let Hua Wuzui see her smooth and flawless back when giving acupuncture, Pei Yuzhu specially ordered someone to apply a thick layer of powder cream on her back as well.

It really is a well-intentioned move.

Pei Yuzhu only breathed a sigh of relief after the palace servants helped her carefully confirm that there were no flaws in her overall makeup.

With a blushing face, she said to the maids, "Why don't you go and invite Mr. Hua into the palace?"

Palace attendant: “Yes!”

The waiting time is always long. Pei Yuzhu twisted her handkerchief and let her imagination run wild. Help, the playboy is coming soon. How will he treat me today?

She is so beautiful, so Playboy must like her, right?

But, if Hwarang just stands there like a log without moving, should I take the initiative to attack?

No, no, no, a woman loses her weight if she takes the initiative. How can this princess learn the practices of those brothels and theaters?

Anyway, Master Wuzui is a man, so if he doesn’t take the initiative, I won’t take the initiative either.

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Pei Yuzhu's thoughts were in a frenzy, and in a short period of time she had already imagined many possibilities in her mind.

"Meet Princess!"

Following a magnetic voice, the jade-faced young man with a fragrant smell stood in Pei Yuzhu's bedroom like an evil god.

"No need to be polite, Mr. Flower."

Pei Yuzhu shyly returned the greeting and turned to the maids and said:

"All of you please go down. Master Wuzui is going to give me acupuncture."

Pei Yuzhu's face turned red like a peach blossom, and she lowered her head slightly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

The palace maids left and the room instantly became quiet.

When Hua Wuzui approached her, Pei Yuzhu was already prepared for him to give her acupuncture.

With her smooth and flawless back (a masterpiece of palace maid's makeup), she quietly waited for the exciting moment to arrive.

"Princess, please sit down. I'm about to start." Hua Wuzui held the silver needle and his fingers accidentally touched Pei Yuzhu's skin.

A warm feeling surged from her back to her heart, and Pei Yuzhu instantly felt like she was in a dream.

Hwarang smells so good and has a nice voice. I really like him.

Hua Wuzui looked unhappy and frowned behind her. This Princess Dafeng was so pretentious, she really couldn't like her.

However, in order to complete the task, Hua Wuzui could not care less.

With such an important responsibility on his shoulders, how could he be picky?

Hua Wuzui cursed in his heart what a sin, and then inserted the silver needles into Pei Yuzhu's back.

"Ah——" Pei Yuzhu screamed out loud, and then quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

Help, what's going on? The needle doesn't hurt, but why does my voice sound so gentle?

"Does it hurt a lot?" Hua Wuzui pretended to be concerned with a nonchalant expression.

"No, it doesn't hurt." Pei Yuzhu's voice was soft.

"You're screaming so loudly even though it doesn't hurt? Huh?" Hua Wuzui's tone was still that of a doctor's concern for his patient. Pei Yuzhu couldn't see his expression.

Pei Yuzhu was about to collapse, and trembled: "I don't know what happened."

Hua Wuzui: "Don't move. I'll remove the silver needle for you in a quarter of an hour."

"Well, Yuzhu, listen, listen to the young master." Pei Yuzhu's anxious heart felt like it was scratched by countless ants.

One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes... time passed as slowly as a snail.

"Playboy--" Pei Yuzhu cried out in a broken voice, her forehead was so hot that sweat was oozing out of it.

Damn Hua Wuzui, how come he doesn’t understand romance at all?

But she is a girl, and she has to pretend to be reserved. But she doesn’t know whether Hua Wuzui likes her or not.

"Okay, the quarter of an hour is up, I'll remove the needle for you."

Hua Wuzui's warm breath brushed against Pei Yuzhu's ears, giving her a glimmer of hope.

It seems like he doesn't hate himself.

"Mr. Wuzui..." Pei Yuzhu wanted to stand up and keep him.

"Okay, I'll come again tomorrow." Hua Wuzui had already put the silver needle into the medicine box and acted as if he wanted to leave.

"Master Wuzui—" Pei Yuzhu suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"I, I, Yuzhu sees that you are working hard with acupuncture and there is sweat on your forehead. Can I wipe it for you?"

This was Pei Yuzhu's biggest concession. She slowly raised her arm and helped Hua Wuzui wipe it bit by bit.

Hua Wuzui understood what was going on and deliberately took a step closer to Pei Yuzhu, looking at her with evil eyes but without taking any action.

"Oh, my handkerchief fell to the ground—"

She deliberately bent down in front of Hua Wuzui to pick up the handkerchief that had fallen on the ground.

In fact, this was Pei Yuzhu's initiative again. She wanted to show him her figure.

A hint of surprise finally flashed across Hua Wuzui's indifferent expression. He deliberately put his hands behind his back to maintain a calm face.

Moreover, he did not offer any help.

Pei Yuzhu bit her red lips in embarrassment but continued to pick up the things.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart: He is so unromantic, he must have been a bald man in his previous life.

"Master Wuzui, the handkerchief is dirty. Can Yuzhu use it to wipe the sweat off your face?"

After she finished speaking, her expression was obviously a little unnatural.

Her face turned completely red.

Hua Wuzui's narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes.

"you sure?"

Pei Yuzhu lowered her head, hiding the embarrassment and shyness on her face, and nodded.

After getting his consent, she stretched out her fair and soft hands and slowly approached Hua Wuzui's face, which was fairer and more beautiful than a woman's.

so shy.

Finally, when their eyes met, Pei Yuzhu could no longer care about a woman's modesty and propriety.

"Hwarang--" Pei Yuzhu burst into tears and fell limply on Hua Wuzui's body.

He raised his head and kissed Hua Wuzui's knife-like chin.

"Hua Gongzi, Hua Wuzui, Hua Lang, Yuzhu... Yuzhu loves you so much... I really love you so much..." Pei Yuzhu cried sincerely, the confession and the anxiety made her really shed tears.

Hua Wuzui smiled wickedly and snorted coldly from his throat. With an expression like he was appreciating his prey, he suddenly pinched Pei Yuzhu's chin.

"Woman, you asked for this!"

"Ah? Hwarang, you scolded me? I haven't even gotten married yet, you, Hwarang——"