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On second thought, anyone capable of such schemes, pursuing so many supposed true loves – how thick could their skin really be? Probably thicker than the city walls.

While Yin Zhao was being bothered by Huangfu Zhaohong, she noticed Lu San rushing over. Seeing him, her spirits immediately lifted.

Earlier, when Lu San mentioned being hungry, Yin Zhao had asked him to grab some snacks from the kitchen. She never expected that in such a short time, Huangfu Zhaohong would return to pester her again.

Lu San’s gaze turned sharp upon seeing Huangfu Zhaohong. Knowing the man had come again to bother his master, Lu San didn’t hesitate. He went to Yin Zhao’s side, wrapping an arm around her waist, and with a tray in his other hand, suggested, “Try this, freshly brought from the kitchen.”

Yin Zhao smiled gently, her eyes warm as she looked at Lu San. This was all intentional. Whenever Huangfu Zhaohong visited, Lu San would display extra affection.

Holding her hand or hugging her waist, it was all a performance for Huangfu Zhaohong to see. Sure enough, upon witnessing the intimacy between them, the prince’s expression darkened.

It was bewildering to think that this man, rumored in the streets to be a destitute rogue, had inadvertently become the treasured love and husband in his heart. It was a situation that incited both anger and jealousy.

Observing their intimate interaction, especially Yingzhao's tender gaze and gentle words, something he had never experienced himself, Huangfu Zhaohong was infuriated to the point of grinding his teeth. He tapped his folding fan forcefully on the table, attempting to divert Yingzhao's attention.

As expected, Yingzhao turned to face him. But before Huangfu Zhaohong could relish his triumph, Yingzhao remarked, “It's getting late. Perhaps, Prince, you should return to your residence soon.”

Upon hearing Yingzhao's suggestion, Huangfu Zhaohong felt a surge of anger yet he wasn't ready to leave so defeated. He turned to Lu San and commanded loudly, “I am thirsty and I desire the freshest fruit dew. Fetch it for me now.”

Yingzhao nodded slightly. To fulfill the request for fresh fruit dew, which was not available in their small kitchen, she was about to order a servant to retrieve it from the kitchen of the princess, the only place in the residence where it could be found.

But Huangfu Zhaohong waved off the servant and turned to Lu San, demanding, “I want you to personally get it for me!”

Lu San frowned, unwilling to comply. In his heart, he was devoted only to his master, Yingzhao.

He would do whatever Yingzhao asked of him, refusing to heed the instructions of anyone else, no matter their stature.

Seeing Lu San's obstinance, Yingzhao understood his stubbornness. It was only a matter of fetching fruit dew, after all. She gave Lu San a meaningful glance, and despite his reluctance, he had no choice but to leave, unwilling as he was.

However, Lu San had not expected to encounter Yingning on land. Given that Yingning resided near the princess's quarters, her presence here was not unusual.

Seeing Lu San, Ying Ning couldn't contain his excitement. Despite losing face from the words Lu San said the other day, it only ignited Ying Ning's fighting spirit, making him even more determined to win Lu San over.

In the past, Lu San was always closely following Ying Zhao, making it impossible for Ying Ning to find an opportunity to approach. Now seeing Lu San alone, he immediately went over to him.

Ying Zhao, who had a system constantly monitoring the condition of his beloved, naturally knew what was happening. From the images transmitted by Xiao Bai, how could Ying Zhao not perceive Ying Ning's schemes towards his man?

Truly insatiable. Ying Zhao initially thought, after reading the original story, that Ying Ning should be deeply in love with the second prince, Huangfu Zhaohong. Unexpectedly, he was so fickle, even coveting someone who wasn't his. Since that was the case, Ying Zhao didn't mind teaching Ying Ning a lesson.

Therefore, Ying Zhao raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at Huangfu Zhaohong, who was mooning over him like an infatuated person. He gave him a gentle smile and said:

"I am honored by the frequent visits of the second prince. I wonder, are you here today to appreciate poetry and artwork, or is there any piece of art you are interested in?"

Hearing Ying Zhao speak like this, the second prince saw that no one was around and decided not to beat around the bush. He stepped closer, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked at Ying Zhao and said:

"Zi Yang, you know my feelings. All the talk about poetry and artwork is just to cater to your interests. Being as intelligent as you are, how could you possibly not understand my intentions?"

Ying Zhao just smiled and looked towards the outer court, pretending ignorance. He turned his head and responded to the second prince in a way that didn't address the question at hand:

"Your Highness, speaking of the nectar, its taste is indeed excellent. With the sudden heat in the past few days, it is the best time to drink it. However, it's a rare delicacy, even I, as the crown prince, cannot enjoy it daily. It's been quite a while, and I wonder why Huo Yi hasn't returned. Could you please check in my mother's courtyard and see if it's possible to bring back more nectar, allowing me to share in your glory?"

Hearing Ying Zhao say this, Huangfu Zhaohong's eyes widened in surprise and delight. Ying Zi Yang had always been indifferent to him, even harsh when annoyed; when had he ever been this gentle?

Feeling that Ying Zhao was finally willing to get close to him, just a bit shy about showing affection, Huangfu Zhaohong was overjoyed. He hadn't expected Ying Zi Yang to be such a gluttonous little fellow.

With this thought, the second prince couldn't help but feel triumphant, believing that his persistent efforts had finally paid off. Now, the beauty was showing goodwill towards him.

It was just a cup of nectar after all, how could his aunt refuse to give it to him? Thinking this, Huangfu Zhaohong immediately nodded at Ying Zhao, disregarding his royal status, and happily trotted off to the princess's side to fetch the nectar.

Watching Huangfu Zhaohong's retreating figure, Ying Zhao's smile faded. He couldn't help but feel that the other was indeed a vain and arrogant fool.

After just a few words, he was in such a rush to prove himself; no wonder the original host did not want Dayu to fall into this person's hands.

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