Chapter 33 Bathroom Diva

Chapter 33: Bathroom Diva

Cheng Ge sat on the edge of the bed, looking kinda dazed.

Several maids and an elderly woman prepared a large tub of hot water and walked toward him.

"What are you doing? No way, I'm still a virgin, this ain't right."

Cheng Ge clutched his slightly disheveled collar tightly, staring warily at the pretty young women before him, like some fierce little virgin guarding her last shred of dignity.

At his words, everyone exchanged glances, not sure what to do for a sec.

The only real master in the prince's manor was Cui Ji, and even his personal attendants were usually just his bodyguards.

Being sent to bathe Cheng Ge was a first for them.

The head maid, sizing things up, figured the young gentleman wasn't used to female servants.

With that in mind, she led everyone out of the room. "Go find some young guys."

The others understood and quickly withdrew. Before long, a few quick young servants bowed and came in.

Yet, not even two minutes passed before the inevitable chaos broke out.

Desperate screams rang out from the room, unending.

Moments later...

With a loud bang, the door burst open, and several figures scrambled out, rolling and crawling like half-evolved monkeys.

"Mercy... spare us, young master, please!"

Cui Ji's courtyard was nearby, and hearing the commotion, he rushed over.

Seeing the disheveled men on the ground, their faces swollen so bad you couldn't tell who they were, his face went cold.

The servants, seeing their master's cold look, kowtowed in fear, their hearts full of dread.

"What's going on here?" Cui Ji's voice was low and cold.

One servant, almost crying, said, "Master, this young gentleman... he won't let us get near him. The moment we approach, he..."

Cui Ji frowned, glanced at the room, and walked in without a word.

Cheng Ge was lounging at the round table, legs crossed, his hair slightly tousled and cheeks flushed—clearly still buzzed.

He was casually munching on pastries and had even poured himself a cup of tea.

Cui Ji was speechless.

"Why'd you hurt them?"

Hearing the voice, Cheng Ge looked up and saw Cui Ji, a hint of anger in his eyes.

He stood up suddenly, towering over Cui Ji. "And who the hell are you? You got an itch too?"

Everyone: "!!!"

At that, the servants outside shook like leaves, their faces almost in the dirt.

This young guy dared talk to the prince like that—his life was definitely over.

"How dare you! Watch your mouth with the prince!" a nearby guard stepped up and shouted.

But Cheng Ge didn't back down. He threw a flurry of punches out of nowhere, landing several hits.

"Did I ask you? Did I ask you? Who told you to butt in?"

Cheng Ge had a hot temper from his past life; he'd throw down at the slightest thing.

The guard, caught off guard, was pushed back several steps.

In a flash, a sword clanged against Cheng Ge's neck.

Cheng Ge froze, swallowing instinctively.

He glanced down at Cui Ji, who had a faint smile, then at the hand holding the sword.

He slowly lowered his still-raised fist, stepped back, straightened his clothes, and sat gently on the round stool, hands on his knees.

Meeting Cui Ji's gaze, a fawning smile played on his lips—nothing like his earlier arrogance.

"Hey, good evening."

Everyone: "..."

Cui Ji moved the sword down his neck, sliding it like a snake across his chest, ribs, and belly, finally stopping at his waistband.

Cheng Ge stayed still, mouth dry and stomach tight, glancing up at Cui Ji.

With a flick of his wrist, Cui Ji sheathed the sword with a sharp clang.

"What were you making a fuss about?"

"They're perverts, trying to undress me."

Cui Ji hadn't expected that. In rich households, this kind of service was normal.

Even minor officials had a servant or two; this reaction was weird.

Finding it a headache, Cui Ji waved the others off.

"What do you want? Not gonna bathe tonight? Go stinking of booze to hang with the Crown Prince tomorrow?"

"Ha, of course I'll wash myself. It's not like I don't have hands."

Cui Ji leaned back, watching him. "You're this drunk—you'll drown in the tub."

"Pfft, even the Heavenly King gets drunk before I do."

With that, he turned and went behind the screen, stripped off his clothes in a flash, and plunged into the tub, splashing water everywhere.

Cui Ji felt like he'd brought back a little tyrant; dealing with Cheng Ge was tougher than handling the Barbarians.

The room was dim, lamplight casting a long, slender shadow on the screen.

Cui Ji glanced at it, then looked away, pouring himself a cup of tea.

Soon, the sound of splashing water filled the air, rippling like waves near his ears. Cui Ji's fingers tightened around the teacup.

"I gave my youth to that glorious city behind me, and we paid the price for this dream.

I left my love for the truest girl by my side, you sing with me, you wander with me, you share my losses and my pain~"

White mist drifted around like a thin veil, wrapping Cheng Ge tightly.

The steam shrouded his body, like catching a glimpse of the moon through clouds—faint and hazy.

In the haze, only his silhouette was visible, his face tinged with a faint blush.

Jade skin glowed through the mist, and his hair danced lightly in the breeze.

Beads of water cascaded down his jade-like shoulders, rippling like blue waves that mirrored his flower-like beauty.

Cheng Ge soaked comfortably in the bath, holding a piece of scented soap to his lips, one hand gripping the edge of the tub, turning into a bathroom diva.

"I once dreamed of wielding a sword and roaming the world, to see all its bustling splendor.

A young heart's always a little reckless, now you're scattered across the seas~"

Cui Ji listened to the wild singing from behind the screen, his temples throbbing, and he'd almost finished half a pot of tea.

"Di li li li di li li li den da... Di li li li di li li li da da..."

When the song ended, the person behind the screen finally went quiet, settling down at last.

But after a long while, no one came out.

Even though it was still warm out, soaking in cold water for too long wasn't a good idea; catching a chill could be serious.

Cui Ji hesitated for a moment, then called out softly, "Cheng Muyu?"

No response.

"If you're done washing, hurry up and come out."

Still, no one answered him...

His heart tightened, and he had a servant push his wheelchair around the screen, only to find Cheng Ge slumped in the tub, head tilted, mouth slightly open, eyes closed—fast asleep.

He was still clutching the piece of soap, half his chin underwater.