Night wind's gaze lightly brushed across the person's face. His gaze became slightly cold, and then he quickly walked out.

Pan Ruocheng slowly loosened his grip on the palace fan and raised his head to look at the room in the middle. The door was still ajar, but the Ninth Prince's figure didn't appear.

"Young master, do you want more wine?" At this time, the waiter walked over and asked with fear and trepidation.

"No need!" Pan Ruochen took out a silver tael from her sleeve and placed it on the table. Then, she turned around and walked out of the inn.

"Prefecture .." Young master, where are we going now? Are we not going to wait for the Ninth Prince? " Yin Jin ran to catch up and asked while panting heavily.

"I wasted two jugs of wine money. If I go back like this, wouldn't it be an injustice? Of course I have to meet him! If he is ugly, I can escape as soon as possible and have father find a substitute." As he spoke, Pan Ruochen walked towards the back of the inn.

"He doesn't want to go out. How are we supposed to meet him?" The silver asked in confusion.

"..." I have a way. " A sly smile appeared on Pan Ruochen's face.

Pan Ruo walked around to the back of the inn, and gave the palace fan in her hand to the silver, while climbing up the tree. She extended her hand and neatly climbed up the window of the ninth prince's room.

Fortunately, the window was open and she was able to see through it while hiding behind a tree branch.

Fine, let's see what this Ninth Prince is up to.

Just as she was thinking this, Pan Ruo saw a white figure walking over from the other side. She hurriedly lowered her head and looked through the gaps between the trees.

When she looked again, the person had already sat down in front of the desk and was writing with a brush in his hand. However, his face was lowered to the point that she couldn't clearly see his face.

However, looking at it this way, he was wearing a white robe, and his entire body was emitting a faint domineering aura.

The ninth prince seemed to be dealing with some kind of document. The pen under his hand would occasionally pause, frown, as if considering something, and then quickly move the brush to leave.

She noticed that there was a red rope wrapped around his wrist. He looked like a lover.

Looking at his long fingers, Pan Ruochu thought to himself, "This guy's first impression isn't as hateful as I thought." However, her father wanted to marry her to him, which was even more annoying. What kind of person was she? How could she believe the words of her parents and matchmakers? The person she wanted to marry was naturally someone she truly liked and liked.

After about an hour of squatting, the ninth prince finally put down the pen in his hand, picked up the scroll in front of him, read it carefully, and then stood up while pressing the corner of the scroll with his jade handle.

This time, Pan Ruo saw the ninth prince's face clearly.

What kind of peerless face was this? It was as if it had been meticulously carved by the heavens, and its facial features were exceptionally handsome. Its eyes were like the stars in the sea, and its black pupils shined with a cold estrangement.

A white satin robe wrapped around her body, revealing the edges of a black, hollow Dark Bamboo. Her white robe and black hair fluttered in the wind, giving her a faint glow.

At that moment, the words "a peerless beauty without a speck of dust" flashed through Pan Ruochi's mind. A hot, restless stream of energy trembled and flowed out from his heart before spreading all over his body.

Leaning against the tree, her face red, she murmured, "So there really is such an elegant person in this world." She lightly bit her lower lip as her eyes became hot. She stared fixedly at Feng Yunzheng who was standing there.

At this time, he walked up to the shelf, lowered his head first and took off the belt around his waist, then hung it on the shelf. Then, he reached out his hand to unbutton his shirt, undoing it one by one.

Was he going to change clothes? Pan Ruochen was shocked, her face immediately flushed red. Her hand trembled, and the leaf on her hand let out a sound.

Feng Yunzheng, who was unbuttoning his buttons, suddenly had a cold look in his eyes. His hand slowly stopped and he nonchalantly buttoned up the front of his shirt one by one. Then, he took the undone jade belt, lowered his head, and buckled it again — —

Such simple daily movements, through his actions, exuded an indescribable elegance and bearing, causing one to blush and feel their heart palpitate as they indulged in fantasy.

But why wasn't he changing his clothes again?

Feng Yunzheng calmly turned around, used his forefinger and middle finger to pick up a chess piece from the board. With narrowed eyes, he secretly used his strength to mercilessly hit a shadow on the tree outside the window.

"Ugh!" There was only a muffled grunt, and then a bang. Something quickly fell from the tree, making a loud noise.

"Your Highness .." At this time, the door to the guest room was suddenly pushed open. When the night wind heard the commotion inside, he quickly flashed in, his hand holding the sword at his waist. Seeing Feng Yunzheng's gaze, he immediately ran towards the window to take a look — —

He just happened to see the young man he saw on the first floor of the inn getting up, quickly turning his head to look at him, a smile on his face, then quickly walking away, followed by a staggering follower.

"It's him?" Ye Feng's face revealed a hint of thought.

Feng Yunzheng looked at the back and asked, "This person is someone you know?"

"Oh, no, Your Highness, not someone I know." Ye Feng turned around and said, "I just saw this person when I was walking down the stairs. Now, he's hiding in a tree and peeking at your highness, could it be .." Is it King An Qing's men that have been sent to monitor His Highness? "

"Surveillance?" Feng Yunzheng concentrated slightly.

"Your Highness, this lowly general has already seen this person's face clearly. We will know once we go into the city and take a look." The night wind said.

"There's no need to worry about him. From the looks of it, he doesn't seem like the person who really came to spy on me. He can't hurt me either. We have more important things to do. Finish them quickly and head to the next place." Feng Yunzheng thought about the somewhat clumsy appearance of that person when he fell down earlier, and said.

"Yes, Your Highness. Prince An Qing sent a letter. Tonight, a banquet is being held at Prince An Qing's mansion to welcome His Highness to the court and to discuss the implementation of the Medallion of Gratitude." Ye Feng said as he handed over a post with both hands.

Feng Yunzheng took the letter and said, "I went back and said that this prince will be attending tonight."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Ye Feng bowed and walked out.

Feng Yunzheng paused, walked to the window and firmly closed it.

"Hu!" Pan Ruochen ran for a long distance before stopping. She bent down with her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. Her face was flushed red, and her heart was beating rapidly.

"Princess, that Your Highness is actually so terrifying. He scared you so much that you fell from the tree, and you even ran so far." Silver Coin was squatting beside Pan Ruochu and supporting him as he spoke.

A meaningful smile slowly emerged on Pan Ruochi's face as he asked, "Tonight, will my father hold a banquet at the prince's mansion to welcome the ninth prince's return?"