What Bad Intentions can the Yandere Crown Prince have?-Chapter 349 - 345: How About Sleeping in My Room?

"No," Tang Xiaobai shook his head, "After the disaster, rebuilding requires firstly transporting supplies and secondly preventing riots. It would be best to send troops, but Xingzhou is close to Zhenzhou, where the old forces of Changshan Prince Mansion reside. Sending others might cause conflicts—"

"General Tang is quite suitable." Li Mu interjected.

Tang Xiaobai nodded repeatedly.

This was also an opportunity for Tang Ziqian to regain command of the troops.

Li Mu squeezed her hand and said, "Later, discuss it with your brother. Your decision is my decision."

Tang Xiaobai felt a lump in her throat and held his hand tight.

Li Mu originally intended to grit his teeth and leave, but with her grip, his feet felt glued in place. Unable to help himself, he leaned closer to the windowsill toward her.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the paper and ink on her desk, paused briefly, and reached out to take it: "Disaster relief regulations?"

Tang Xiaobai handed it to him a bit embarrassed: "With it on my mind, I just... started writing... The court has been discussing it for days, and there are old precedents; I suppose it’s already drafted."

Li Mu glanced over it, pondered, and said, "You should draft a memorial in your name. Tomorrow, let the Duke present it on your behalf!"

Eh? This...

"I don’t care about this. If you find it useful, feel free to use it as a reference."

Li Mu shook his head: "It’s not about whether it concerns me; what’s yours should be yours. No one can take it away, not even me."

Tang Xiaobai withdrew her draft, looked down silently for a while, then suddenly raised her eyes to glance at him: "But I don’t know how to write a memorial..."

Li Mu felt a warmth in his heart from her gaze: "I’ll teach you!"

With that, he took paper and pen, leaned halfway through the window to start writing.

Mo Huan, who had been watching for a while, couldn’t hold back: "Can’t you two just come inside and talk? Why do you have to speak through a window?"

Li Mu held the pen, staring directly at Tang Xiaobai.

Only then did Tang Xiaobai blush, realizing: "Hurry, come in!"

A memorial is an official document, and all official documents have a standard format.

Li Mu drafted an outline, letting her write accordingly, occasionally correcting her wording.

When it came to the main body, there wasn’t much to correct, so he silently stood beside her watching.

Tang Xiaobai wasn’t the type of delicate lady afraid of the cold, preferring not to start the charcoal fire in the room early. Thus, the room was a bit chilly, making his warm breath more apparent.

He used to disguise as a servant and didn’t use incense, nor after returning to the Eastern Palace.

He only carried a faint scent of ink and the crisp chill of early winter.

Clean and plain, lingering around her.

Tang Xiaobai couldn’t help but smile as she focused on writing.

The room was serene, with only the rustling sound of the pen on paper, marking the passage of time.

When she was nearly done, Tang Xiaobai suddenly felt a slight weight on her shoulder, stopped writing, and turned to look at him.

The young man gently placed his chin on her shoulder, his face very close to hers.

So close that when she turned her head, she could feel his nose brushing against her face.

"Ah Jiao..." he whispered, his eyes black and moist.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, as she looked over, he slightly stuck out his tongue, swiftly licking his lips.

Tang Xiaobai’s face instantly warmed up, instinctively responding "Mm," but soon realized, quickly saying, "I—I’ll finish writing first!"

"Sister..." he called again, carrying a bit of a nasal tone, as if acting spoiled.

Tang Xiaobai felt as if her defenses were breaking down.

If he called once more, then...

"I’m so sleepy..."

Hm?

Tang Xiaobai blinked: "Then you—"

"I haven’t slept for three nights." His eyelids slowly drooped as if he truly couldn’t keep them open.

Tang Xiaobai’s words to urge him to rest circled around her mouth and swallowed back, changing to: "Why not rest here for a while?"

The boy’s eyes suddenly brightened, as if someone flipped a switch.

"Is this... appropriate?" he still hesitated.

Tang Xiaobai laughed: "Of course it’s not appropriate!"

After saying this, Tang Xiaobai seemed to see two invisible ears drooping down on his head, unable to help but chuckle: "Although it’s not appropriate, if I don’t say, you don’t say, and none of those outside say, no one will know it’s not appropriate."

His eyes brightened again.

After all, this little ancestor, whom she had pampered for many years, was truly pitiful from his days of fatigue. Softly she said, "Go rest in my room."

Li Mu hadn’t expected this treatment and blushed: "This..."

This was truly inappropriate now.

Tang Xiaobai blushed too and said, "I’ll sleep in the study, still need to look at more books and refine the memorial. You go!" She nudged him.

Didn’t move.

"Do you need me to escort you in?" Tang Xiaobai feigned anger.

Li Mu then reluctantly shuffled outside.

Reaching the doorway, he turned back to look at her.

Under the lamp, she was like jade, wrapped in a warm yellow halo.

Just looking at her, it felt satisfying.

But this satisfaction breeds a kind of greed.

"Ah Jiao—" he couldn’t help but call again.

"I truly hope we can marry soon."

...

Finally managing to persuade the particularly clingy Crown Prince to leave, Tang Xiaobai continued drafting the memorial.

A memorial isn’t done in one draft; she revised the rough draft countless times, also consulting many resources.

By the time she had the final draft ready for copying, it was already close to Hai hour.

Upon learning her father wasn’t asleep yet, she rolled up the dried final copy, tucked it in her sleeve, donned her coat, and left the study for the front courtyard.

This draft wasn’t the final one; only after father’s review, would it be transcribed onto special paper meant for memorials, reaching the standard for presentation before the Imperial Court.

Though it was late hours, Tang Shigong’s study was still lit.

This had been the case in recent days.

When Tang Xiaobai arrived, Tang Ziqian was there too.

Upon seeing Tang Xiaobai, he asked, "When did the Crown Prince leave?"