Long Live the Empress

Chapter 285 Ready to make a move

Unlike Yue Jinghong, at this moment Fan Huarong was kneeling nervously in the middle of the prince's bedroom.

"Your Highness, the tea is ready!" The tea maker's words were filled with excitement.

"Is it done according to the princess's method?" asked the prince.

"Yes! I made it strictly according to the method the princess said! Please taste it, Your Highness!" The tea maker brought the teapot and poured a cup for the prince.

The tea was like a cup of water and had no color, but the moment the tea was poured out, the whole bedroom was filled with a faint tea fragrance.

The prince put the teacup under his nose, closed his eyes and took a deep sniff. Hmm, it was indeed refreshing and fragrant...

Take another sip, this tea not only has the aroma of tea, but also a hint of bamboo fragrance and the sweetness of ice... These flavors mixed together produce a special taste, but they do not interfere with each other, making people unable to stop!

“Great, great!” The prince praised repeatedly, “This is the real thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain! Hahahaha!”

The prince drank the remaining tea in one gulp, "As expected, her things are all the best! Hahaha...fill it up again!"

Unlike the prince who was happy, Fan Huarong's legs were numb from kneeling. She wanted to stand up and move around, but she didn't have the courage, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it.

After half a pot of tea was finished, the prince spoke quietly, "It is because I am too soft-hearted that you feel that you can manipulate me at will! Is that right?"

Fan Huarong quickly shook her head and said in a coquettish tone, "No, Your Highness, I just... I just saw that you were too concerned about Princess Jing'an, and I felt jealous, so I... I acted like that..."

Under the prince's stern gaze, Fan Huarong's voice became smaller and smaller, until in the end he could not even speak.

"So? What is that?" the prince asked in a low voice.

"That's right...that's right..." Fan Huarong blushed. It was okay to do that kind of thing, but if she were asked to say it in public, she would really be too embarrassed to say it.

"Hmm?" The prince snorted in dissatisfaction.

Fan Huarong didn't care about her face or female virtues, she closed her eyes and said loudly: "It's about me using meiyao for you!"

Fan Huarong waited for a long time for the prince's reply. He bravely opened his eyes and saw the prince sipping his tea.

"Prince, even though I was a little bit petty, it was because I love you!"

"Haha...are you happy with me?" the prince murmured.

"Yes, yes, yes! Yes, I really like you!" Fan Huarong's eyes were full of love and she looked at the prince with admiration.

"Hmph! You are worthy!" The prince placed the empty teacup heavily on the table, shocking Fan Huarong.

"Prince..."

"Do you know what the punishment is for using meiyao privately?"

“……”Fan Huarong didn’t know why the prince said that, but she had a bad feeling deep in her heart.

"At the lightest, you will be confined to your home forever; at the worst... you will be executed!" The prince spoke sharply, and the murderous look on his face made people shudder.

Fan Huarong had never seen such a scene before, and immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Prince, please forgive me this time. I will never dare to do it again...Prince..."

"For the sake of your father and Concubine Shu, I will not kill you..."

Fan Huarong was relieved when he heard that the prince would not kill him.

"You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the punishment of life! You have a bad moral character, so you should stay in your room for half a year, eat vegetarian porridge, and copy Buddhist scriptures a hundred times every day!"

"Your Highness!" How is this different from the nuns in the nunnery? Fan Huarong said in panic, "Your Highness, I know I was wrong. I beg Your Highness to take back your decision!"

"Seven months..."

"His Royal Highness..."

"Eight months!"

"I... obey your command!" Fan Huarong did not dare to beg anymore and could only accept her fate and kowtow to express her gratitude.

"Go down!" The prince continued to sip his tea and didn't even want to look at Fan Huarong.

"Yes……"

The news of Fan Huarong's house arrest spread throughout the Prince's Mansion in less than half a cup of tea. The servants were all whispering, saying all kinds of things...but Zhenzhu's heart became restless.