Chapter 132 Moonlight Filter
Wen Wan Nai yelled fiercely: "In short, if you want a kiss or not, you will lose your life. It's up to you!"
Winn took off the contract on his face, revealing a pair of eyes full of grievance.
When Wen Wan saw it, she became even more angry.
"What are you wronged about?"
Isn't she the one who should be wronged?
Facing her fierce attitude, Wen En did not dare to say a word, but asked angrily:
"If...the last clause is removed, will the contract still be valid?"
"No!" Wen Wan crossed her chest with her hands, paused, and added: "Unless you add one more thing, there can be no physical contact without the other party's consent."
Wen En felt regret written in his eyes, but he nodded decisively in agreement.
"Okay."
He returned to the table, picked up the pen, and re-wrote the contract.
Wen Wan glanced at him inadvertently, and saw a man in black robe sitting behind the table. When he was writing, there was an unconcealable irritability all over his body, as if he was extremely tired of reading and writing.
Suddenly, he raised his head and met her voyeuristic gaze.
Win En smiled, "Sister, you can watch it if you want, no need to be sneaky."
elder sister?
What he shouted should be "Jie Jie".
Wen Wan cursed, the Mobei little prince's accent was quite strong, and it sounded exactly like someone calling her sister in Duan Dynasty.
She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not argue with him on such a trivial matter as pronunciation.
Wen Wan would not admit it, "Who's looking at you? I'm looking at the leather wristband on your hand. The leather seems to be of good quality. What animal is it from?"
Winn made a move, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
"You don't want to know."
He seemed to have said something, but he seemed not to have said anything at all.
But Wen Wan didn't have the courage to ask any more.
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Ever since Wen Wan signed a substitute contract with the young prince, Wen Wan has survived in the Mobei Royal Court as a personal maid.
Within half a month, the entire royal court knew that beside the little prince, there was a maid named Jiejie who he held in his palm and doted on.
With her back against a big tree to enjoy the shade, and the support of the little prince from Mobei, Wen Wan quickly became familiar with the royal family situation in the royal court.
Mobei King Yu Hegu and Queen Qila had a son, Yu Qilu. Yu Qilu was the only heir recognized by the Mobei royal court.
In an encounter with the border town defenders a year ago, Yu Qilu had his legs chopped off by General Shen, making him half a cripple.
Only then did King Mobei think of finding the son Mrs. Zhou gave birth to for him.
It is said that when the little prince was found, he was extremely seriously injured, and his hands and feet were all broken.
King Mobei spent a lot of effort to find famous medicine to cure his injury. Now he can hold the sword again, just like a normal person.
Nowadays, King Mobei has trained the young prince as his heir. After seeing King Mobei's attitude, everyone in the royal court followed suit and tried to please the young prince.
At the same time, Wen Wan's status has also increased.
So, she once again lived a life of sleeping until she woke up naturally every day, opening her mouth with clothes on her hands and food on her hands.
If this matter had been told half a month ago, who would have believed it?
A slave of the Duan Dynasty not only was not killed in the Mobei Royal Court, but was also served with delicious food and drink.
What's more important... there is also the little prince rubbing her shoulders, hitting her back, and squeezing her legs!
Three poles up in the sun, Wen Wan tossed and turned and finally woke up quietly.
She yawned and opened her eyes, and saw Winn holding a glass of hot milk in his hand, staring at her with burning eyes.
"..." Wen Wan: "When did you come?" Wen En said with a smile on his face, "I've been here for a while. Sister, you don't have to worry about me. If you haven't slept enough, just sleep a little longer. I'll use the milk." Keep your hands warm and it won’t be cold for a while. When you remember it, you can drink it warmly.”
Wen Wan: "..."
She enjoyed this extremely flattering attitude at first, but after being in contact with him for a long time, she felt a little cold on her back.
Which normal person always likes to watch people sleeping and warm their milk with their hands?
You have to love his Bai Yueguang. How deeply do you love him?
Wen Wan sat up, rolled her eyes, and her bad taste suddenly arose.
She deliberately rubbed her nose, pretending it was itchy, and poked her nostrils in front of him.
Wen Wan secretly thought, "Young man, a booger can completely shatter your filter of Bai Yueguang. Do you believe it?"
Unfortunately, Wen Wan still underestimated Bai Yueguang's influence on him.
Not only was Winn's filter not broken, he looked doting on it and wanted to help.
"Don't!"
Wen Wan stopped his hand in fear, looking for trouble.
"Your hands are warming the milk. If you dirty your hands and touch the cup with your hands, how can I drink?"
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When Wen En heard this, he nodded in approval, "Sister is right."
Then, he sat down obediently and held the glass of milk motionless.
When Wen Wan saw him like this, she immediately stopped thinking about making fun of him.
Forget it, this poor kid has no brain, why should she care about him.
Anyway, it's not her he wants to please, but Bai Yueguang in his heart.
After some self-comfort, Wen Wan got up to wash up, and then drank a whole glass of milk under the little prince's earnest gaze.
On the white tower at the highest point of the royal court, King Mobei, holding a diorama, saw clearly the scene of Wen En waiting for Wen Wan to get up.
"That lowly slave, is this how you usually treat the little prince?"
The chief steward bent over and stood aside, not daring to breathe and stammering in fear.
"Yes, yes."
King Mobei put down the diorama from which he could see far away, and kicked the chief steward angrily.
"Trash! You actually let the little prince be manipulated by a slave. The little prince was seduced by this slave, and you didn't stop him at all?"
"With such a useless thing, what is the use of keeping you in the royal court?"
The chief steward knelt on the ground and explained tremblingly, "Your Majesty, it's not that I won't stop you, it's that I can't stop you at all! The little prince has always had his own opinion, and what he decides cannot be discussed at all."
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"Don't talk about admonitions. Just two days ago, the little prince ordered the old lady who has been in charge of the royal kitchen for more than ten years to cut off Miss Jiejie's porridge just because she mistakenly added a small spoonful of salt to her porridge. Ten fingers..."
The list goes on and on.
But the chief manager was like a good man, knowing that no matter what, the young prince was also the heir trained by King Mobei, and he couldn't say too much. If he didn't say anything wrong, he would get into trouble.
When King Mobei heard about the old mama's finger being cut off, he didn't react at all. Instead, he focused on other things.
"You are right, you can't persuade him. If my son listens to your useless advice, then he is not worthy of being my son."
Chief Steward: "..."
It seemed that he was right not to sue the young prince more.
It’s not that the family doesn’t come from the same family, crazy people are all born in the same family.
Protect your shortcomings without any cover-up.
King Mobei still held the diorama in the arms of the chief steward and ordered:
"The queen has always been in charge of training the slaves in the royal court. How did she train the slaves? Go and call the queen!"
(End of chapter)