Chapter 511: The Demon Lord Princess's Slacker Daily Life Chapter 604: The Night in Chunding City

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Besides, Qianqian also thought about her return to Chunding City; presumably this news had already reached Shi Er's ears by now.

She guessed that Shi Er might come to see her tonight. Qianqian lounged lazily in the bathtub, but her thoughts galloped like wild horses unbridled.

While pondering trivial matters, she felt the hot water soaking and relaxing her body. Time passed unnoticed until she suddenly felt the water had cooled somewhat, and she came back to herself, realizing she had been soaking for quite a while.

Qianqian slowly stood up from the bathtub, water sliding down her smooth skin, forming glistening droplets.

Hongdou was truly meticulous; everything needed for bathing was neatly placed beside her, as if waiting for her use.

Qianqian first wrapped a soft towel around herself, then picked up a towel and casually wiped her dripping wet hair.

Next, Qianqian began to dress. She gently put on each piece of clothing, feeling the fabric against her skin. After she finished dressing, she looked refreshed and pleasant.

After everything was tidied up, Qianqian called Hongdou in. As soon as Hongdou entered and saw that Qianqian had finished bathing, she immediately instructed the servants to come and pour out the water in the bathtub. Then she picked up a towel and gently and carefully began to dry Qianqian's hair.

Hongdou's technique was just right—not too hard to make Qianqian uncomfortable, yet effectively absorbing the moisture from her hair. Qianqian closed her eyes, quietly enjoying this moment of comfort, letting Hongdou serve her.

After a while, her hair was basically dry, though still slightly damp. Qianqian thought this was fine, so she did not let Hongdou continue drying it, but let her hair air-dry naturally.

Qianqian walked to the table and plopped down, propping her chin with both hands, gazing thoughtfully at the things on the table. Her eyes fell on that picture book—the one she had not finished reading in the carriage earlier. She casually picked up the picture book, opened it, and continued reading.

Just then, Qianqian's gaze was caught by an orange on the table. She reached out, picked up the orange, peeled it, broke off a segment, and put it in her mouth.

However, the orange was somewhat sour; Qianqian took one bite and furrowed her eyebrows, no longer continuing to eat it.

At this moment, seeing that there was temporarily nothing to do, Hongdou quietly withdrew and went to busy herself with other matters.

Qianqian sat leisurely by the window, flipping through the picture book in her hand while quietly waiting for Ouyang Chengren's return.

Time passed second by second; after quite a while, Hongdou finally pushed the door open and entered.

Hongdou walked to Qianqian's side, gently touched her hair, and found it was completely dry.

So she casually picked up the comb on the table and began to comb Qianqian's hair. Since there was no dressing table or mirror in the room, Hongdou could only rely entirely on her sense of touch to operate.

Hongdou carefully combed Qianqian's hair strands, her movements gentle and skilled.

In a short while, a simple hair bun appeared before her eyes. Although there was no mirror to check, Hongdou was still quite confident in her skill.

She walked to face Qianqian, examined her slightly, and found the hair bun was a bit crooked.

However, this did not affect Qianqian's beauty at all, after all she was naturally beautiful; even without combing her hair she was equally charming, let alone just slightly crooked.

Hongdou looked at her masterpiece and felt very satisfied in her heart. And Qianqian seemed not to mind this small flaw either; she had always trusted Hongdou's skill very much.

Seeing that everything was tidied up, Qianqian said to Hongdou: "Hongdou, I temporarily have nothing that needs help here; you have been busy all day, hurry down to rest."

Hearing this, Hongdou's face immediately showed a happy smile; she thanked Qianqian, then turned and quickly walked out of the room to tidy up her own things.

Qianqian continued to focus on the picture book in her hand, immersed in the story plot.

Unknowingly, another Yi Shi Chen had passed. At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and night fell.

Qianqian suddenly felt a bit hungry; only then did she realize that Ouyang Chengren had not returned yet.

She sighed helplessly, her gaze once again falling on the picture book in her hand, turning page by page, trying to immerse herself in those exquisite pictures and forget the troubles in her heart.

Fortunately, not long after, Ouyang Chengren returned as she wished. His steps were somewhat hurried; as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he walked straight toward where Qianqian was.

When he saw Qianqian intently reading the picture book, a stone finally fell from his heart, and his tense nerves relaxed somewhat.

However, thinking of what Ouyang Chengqi had said to him today, his mood became somewhat irritable again.

But at the moment his gaze met Qianqian's, all irritability seemed washed away by a clear spring, and his heart gradually regained calm.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he asked softly: "Hungry? Want to go eat together?"

Hearing this, Qianqian immediately raised her head, her bright eyes looking directly at him, and she cheerfully replied: "Hungry, let's go, let's go!"

Ouyang Chengren was amused by her reaction; he gently said: "I'll go change clothes first; you wait for me a moment, I'll be back soon."

Qianqian obediently nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you." After speaking, she lowered her head again and continued flipping through the picture book.

Time flew by; in a short while, Ouyang Chengren had finished changing clothes. He wore a black robe, his posture upright, his demeanor cold and stern, no different from his usual image.

He walked to Qianqian's side and smiled at her: "Let's go."

Hearing this, Qianqian slowly stood up. She wore a pure white dress, like a fairy descending to the mortal world, fresh and unworldly. The two stood side by side, one black and one white, forming a sharp contrast, yet surprisingly harmonious.

Ouyang Chengren suddenly took out a veil from behind and gently handed it to Qianqian, softly saying: "Wear this."

Qianqian naturally understood his meaning; she did not want to expose herself in public either, so for his request, she naturally had no objection.

She took the veil without hesitation, gently put it on her face, and then walked out together with him.

At this time, the Spring Capital of Chunding City was under nightfall, with lamps just lit; colorful lanterns along both sides of the street hung neatly in rows, decorating the entire city especially beautifully.

There were not many pedestrians on the road; they walked in twos and threes, occasionally one or two brushing past each other.

Ouyang Chengren, worried about being recognized, specially wore a mask. However, this mask only covered the upper half of his face and did not completely conceal his appearance. Nevertheless, the pedestrians on the road did not recognize Ouyang Chengren.