Chapter 488: The Demon Lord Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 581: A Proper Family's Daughter

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Shi Er pondered slightly, then replied: "This... Subordinate isn't too clear either. The Zhenxi General seems to have no fixed residence in Chunning City, so during his leave, he probably can only return to the camp tent."

Qianqian nodded, continuing to press: "Then that brothel we went to last time — was it discovered whose property it is?"

Shi Er immediately replied: "Reporting to Master, that is Crown Prince Ouyang Qianxun's property."

Hearing this answer, Qianqian couldn't help but be somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected that brothel to actually be the Crown Prince's property.

Seeing her reaction, Shi Er added: "According to Subordinate's knowledge, Ouyang Qianxun and Ouyang Chengren should have private contact."

Qianqian nodded slightly, indicating she understood, then said softly: "Alright, nothing else. You may go." Upon hearing this, Shi Er hurriedly bowed in salute and left in haste as if granted amnesty.

After Shi Er left, Qianqian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she secretly pondered: "Could Ouyang Qianxun really have usurpation intentions? He's so eagerly wooing Ouyang Chengren — could it be he values the military power in Ouyang Chengren's hands? After all, in this vortex of power, military authority is crucial."

Qianqian's mind surged with thoughts like a tide. She recalled that brothel from last time — if it truly was Ouyang Qianxun's property, then what exactly was Ouyang Chengren doing there?

Could it really be simply to find a girl for amusement? But when she went in, there didn't seem to be any girls? Or perhaps he was actually there to secretly contact Ouyang Qianxun?

Various speculations intertwined in Qianqian's mind, leaving her feeling irritated and restless.

She felt as if some important clue had flashed through her mind, but when she tried to grasp it, she found that clue was like the moon in water, a flower in a mirror — impossible to catch.

Qianqian racked her brains for a good while, but ultimately decided to give up.

She gently shook her head, as if to shake those chaotic thoughts out of her mind.

Then, she simply tidied up, changed into a snow-white dress, and casually pinned up her hair with a plain, elegant hairpin.

Qianqian's hands weren't dexterous; overly complex hairstyles were truly too difficult for her.

However, even with just this simple adornment, Qianqian's whole person looked like a lotus emerging from water — pure, beautiful, and unforgettable.

Qianqian examined herself in the mirror for a while, nodding in satisfaction. Then, after a moment's thought, she decided to go buy a few picture books first to relax her mood.

Sunlight fell on the streets, illuminating Qianqian's lithe figure. Alone, she walked with light steps toward the bookshop from last time.

To avoid drawing others' attention, Qianqian unhesitatingly employed lightness skill, swiftly gliding past crowds and buildings like a flying swallow.

In the blink of an eye, Qianqian arrived at the bookshop entrance. Her movements were agile and light, as if merged with the world around her.

Upon entering the bookshop, Qianqian, as usual, familiarly passed through row after row of bookshelves, heading straight for the last bookshelf.

Standing before the bookshelf, Qianqian began carefully selecting books. Her gaze swept over one yellowed page after another, sometimes pausing, sometimes continuing on.

Suddenly, her gaze was caught by a picture book. On its cover was painted a mighty general and another man; the two seemed to be conversing.

Qianqian's curiosity was piqued; she involuntarily reached out, wanting to pick up this picture book to investigate.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the picture book, another large hand also reached over, meeting hers unexpectedly.

Qianqian's heart jumped; she couldn't help but turn her head to look. She saw a man likewise dressed in white standing beside her — handsome features, cold temperament — precisely Ouyang Chengren.

Ouyang Chengren rarely wore white clothes normally; today this set of white robes made his whole person exude a different charm, causing Qianqian to be involuntarily stunned by his beauty.

Ouyang Chengren was clearly also surprised by Qianqian's appearance; their gazes met, and for a moment both were somewhat dazed.

As it turned out, Ouyang Chengren had listened to Qianqian's suggestion and specially came to the bookshop to look around, preparing to buy a few picture books to take back.

Just now, he had seen a picture book vaguely depicting two men, and thinking it might be about warfare or such, he casually reached for it — never expecting to touch this picture book simultaneously with Qianqian.

He seemed startled, quickly withdrawing his hand, and said somewhat flustered: "Miss, truly sorry!"

Seeing this, the corner of Qianqian's mouth curved slightly, revealing a faint smile, and she said softly: "No matter."

This time, Qianqian wasn't wearing a face veil as usual; her features were fully revealed before Ouyang Chengren.

Ouyang Chengren's gaze was involuntarily drawn over, staring straight at Qianqian's face, as if wanting to engrave every detail of her in his mind.

After a while, Ouyang Chengren suddenly spoke: "Miss, I keep feeling we seem to have met somewhere before?"

Qianqian naturally understood he referred to that encounter at the brothel last time, but she didn't immediately admit it, instead replying without hesitation: "Young Master must have mistaken the person, no?"

However, Ouyang Chengren's gaze still didn't leave Qianqian's face; he seemed to be striving to recall something. Just then, Qianqian's features and that red-clad woman in his memory instantly overlapped.

Ouyang Chengren's heart surged like a storm, excitement difficult to suppress, but his mouth said somewhat tensely: "You... you are that day's brothel woman?"

Qianqian's expression instantly turned somewhat ugly; she feigned displeasure and reproached: "How can Young Master speak so? This young lady is a proper family's daughter!"

Seeing this, Ouyang Chengren realized he'd misspoken, hurriedly apologizing: "It was my slip of the tongue; hope Miss won't blame me. May I ask Miss's surname and name? Seeing you today, I only feel that if I don't know Miss's name, I'll regret it for a lifetime."

Qianqian completely hadn't expected this seemingly wooden Ouyang Chengren could actually speak such literary, affected words. She couldn't help but feel a few degrees more curiosity toward him.

Qianqian said softly: "Young Master, since it's just a chance meeting, why must you know my name? This young lady has other matters at hand, inconvenient to stay long — farewell then."

Having spoken, Qianqian picked up that picture book she'd fancied just now, casually selected three other different picture books, then prepared to leave with hurried steps.