The Anarchic Consort

Beneath the morning rays of sunlight, a man dressed in a white robe was seated in a wooden chair, and it was not until he saw Emperor Murong did he put away the book in his hands and slowly rose to his feet. His irises glowed faintly as he greeted, “My Prince, long time no see.”

“Master, please sit!” Emperor Murong was exceptionally polite when he saw the man to the point where he almost bowed and dropped to his knees, “Please, master, give me some advice. What should I do next?”

The man’s face broke into a simple and clear smile, yet the words that fell from his lips were so cold that they turned the air into ice, “I heard that the Emperor is on his deathbed, why don’t you take his place?”

After saying that, the man took confident strides into the fine drizzle, his posture tall and straight; he was the exact definition of perfection.

Inside the residence, the servant peeked out of the corner of his eyes, but he could not pick up what his Prince had said.

It was just that on that day, Emperor Murong spent a long time in his study, seated in the same position for an entire joss stick’s worth of time.

Once the rain had ceased, the sky brightened up immensely.

After Helian Wei Wei had gotten back, she fell asleep once her head touched her pillow. She completely forgot about having to help bathe the Third Prince, the thought tossed into an isolated corner at the back of her mind.

When she heard someone enter, Helian Wei Wei’s first reaction was that the person was Qing Zhan.

Qing Zhan must be here to attend to her while she washed up.

Around Qing Zhan, she had nothing to hide or avoid.

She lazily stretched and yawned out loud then got up and walked around the screen, but when she saw the person standing outside.

Helian Wei Wei’s entire body froze as she stared…

Why is a certain prince at her quarters so early in the morning?

Doesn’t he always sleep until noon?

When Helian Wei Wei came back to her senses, she immediately realized her lower body was covered merely by a piece of underwear. She looked down at herself and quickly scurried back behind the screen, “Give… Give me a moment…” she mumbled while simply grabbing a random pair of long pyjama pants to slip on.

“Hmm?” Baili Jia Jue took a couple of long strides and walked in. His irises were so mysteriously dark and deep, and an indescribable flavor was brewing in them.

After pulling on the long pants, Helian Wei Wei noticed that Baili Jia Jue seemed to be in a bad mood and colder than usual. She raised a neat brow at him, “You’re here so early in the morning, do you need anything from me?

Baili Jia Jue glared at her, his tone flat, “You forgot.”

“What?” Helian Wei Wei had always felt that speaking to a certain prince made her scalp tense up every single time. Did he mean that she forgot to lock herself back in?

Baili Jia Jue patiently raised his injured hand.

It was only then did Helian Wei Wei recall that she seemed to have promised to bathe a certain prince yesterday.

But… isn’t it still morning?

Baili Jia Jue observed the look in Helian Wei Wei’s eyes, his indifferent tone seemed to contain a hint of evil laziness, “You really forgot about bathing me.”

“Don’t you take your baths at night?” Helian Wei Wei raised her brow again.

Baili Jia Jue reminded her, “You did not fulfill your promise last night.”

“I was too preoccupied last night. I’ll fetch the hot water now.”

There was no other way. The expression of a certain prince which said if you do not bathe him, he will come up with crazy ideas to punish you was simply unbearable for Helian Wei Wei.

Not to mention the fact that she did agree to it.

Besides, the way a certain prince spoke seemed to have a guilt-tripping effect on people.

As a result, Helian Wei Wei did not express much of her unwillingness while she yawned lazily and scooped the water with a wooden ladle at the same time, a tiny smile lingering at the corner of her lips.

Baili Jia Jue grabbed an ancient book from her bookshelf, with a hand beneath his chin, while he sat by the window and casually flipped through without really paying much attention to it. His mind was filled with the image of Helian Wei Wei’s long, pale legs, and as if that was not enough, she was wearing a slightly oversized white underwear, leaving the juicy red marks on her neck out in full view. The front of the shirt was low, revealing a reasonable part of her long neck… It simply made him want to…

Swish.

The man applied a little too much force and, with a sharp sound, the old book was suddenly missing a corner.

However, Baili Jia Jue behaved as if nothing had happened. He smoothed his robes while a dim light was flickering in his irises, as if he was waiting for the right chance to act.

As Helian Wei Wei poured the water into the wooden bathtub, she felt warmth burning into her back.

As she looked back, the view of Baili Jia Jue’s side profile welcomed her. He elegantly undid his collar and let his robes pool at his feet, revealing his extraordinarily fine body that even God himself would envy.

Stopping herself from staring, Helian Wei Wei turned back and scattered flower petals into the wooden tub, thinking that for someone who bathes thrice a day, he definitely would have a certain standard of expectations for the water’s quality.

Never would she have guessed that once Baili Jia Jue stepped foot behind the screen, the air seemed to have thickened to the point where it seemed like no one would be able to see whatever happens in there.

Helian Wei Wei subconsciously moved backward and picked up a white towel. Looking sideways, she said, “The water is at the right temperature, you can enter now.”

The hot, steamy air gushed at her face, but Helian Wei Wei maintained a straight face throughout, calmness written all over it.

Baili Jia Jue derived amusement from the sight. Under normal circumstances, any girl would be flushed and fidgeting if put in this situation.

This little thing, however, carried a hint of a ruffian’s aura.

Unknowing people would even think that she was skilled in this.

The corners of Baili Jia Jue’s thin lips curved upwards in a smooth arc as he stepped into the wooden barrel, then leaned back in a half-sitting position lazily. He was dressed in a white wide-sleeved, embroidered robe which revealed half of his well-defined, seductive chest. His raven hair fell in thick locks behind his head and his deep eyes glowed faintly, resembling an ancient well, as if trying to suppress his beauty. The image was the very definition of handsome.

Bathing such a beautiful man did not make Helian Wei Wei feel like she was suffering a loss at all. In fact, it was enjoyable for her; she whistled as she brushed over every inch of Baili Jia Jue.

There were no instances where things got awkward at all.

It was just that every time Helian Wei Wei reached into the tub, she would be extra cautious to avoid touching some places that ought not be touched.

The playfulness in Baili Jia Jue’s smile grew by the minute, and soon that playfulness turned into a sort of evil but charming smile.

“All done.” Helian Wei Wei retracted her hand, a faint smile lingering on her face, “Be careful not to wet your left hand.”

Patter!

While she spoke, the water droplets that she had not managed to wipe off on time had dripped onto her blouse, turning the white material of the shirt translucent, revealing her red silk undergarments.

Baili Jia Jue’s gulped as his gaze landed on her chest, making no attempt to make his staring less obvious. His voice grew deep and raspy, “Are you sure it’s all done?”

“Huh?” Helian Wei Wei examined his long, jade-like figure and mentally listed: shoulders, done; arms, done; back, done as well, that should be all.

Baili Jia Jue tossed her a glance and said unmindfully, “You didn’t touch the part above the legs and below the abdomen at all.”

Above the legs, below the waist…

Helian Wei Wei’s eyes followed his directions and as they halted at their designated destination, she instantly felt her cheeks flare to a boiling temperature. No matter how cool and riff raff she was, when it came to men like Baili Jia Jue, she was still…

What she could not comprehend though, was how a certain prince managed to describe that part in such a casual and flat tone.

He made it sound like if she did not wash that part for him, it would be her irresponsibility.

Baili Jia Jue relished in the sight of her flushed cheeks and leaned down so his sinfully beautiful face was mere inches away from hers, allowing the faint fragrance from her body to drift into his nostrils. Her soft strands of hair tickled the tip of his nose, and he drew his words out in an awfully low voice, “Why are you not speaking?”