The Beautiful CEO’s Close Bodyguard

Feng Luo sat indifferently across from the Prince. She poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and then said, "If Your Highness is feeling bored, then we must truly be at peace."

The Prince raised an eyebrow, "How do you mean?"

"Think about it. You are the leader of the soldiers. If you feel bored, that means you have nothing to do, and when is that possible?" Feng Luo laughed softly while sipping her tea and looking at him.

The Prince did not respond to her words, but his gaze fell on her hand, "I haven’t had a sip of water yet, but you seem quite relaxed drinking it."

Feng Luo pouted, "I’m a free spirit, used to being idle in the Beggar Gang. If you want water, you should pour it yourself."

She certainly wasn’t going to serve him.

She rolled her eyes internally and refused to lift a hand to pour him water.

The Prince knew Feng Luo wouldn’t actually serve him. Even if he waited until dark, she wouldn’t move. So he poured himself a glass and took a small sip.

Observing his actions, Feng Luo scoffed lightly, "Your Highness, are you savoring tea? This is just plain water. You have to drink it in big gulps to quench your thirst."

The Prince’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, "Really? But it seems to me you’re drinking it in small sips as well?"

"I’m just bored and have no tea to savor, so I pretend it’s tea. We call that ’quenching thirst by drawing a plum.’"

The Prince smiled faintly, lifted his eyes to look outside the tent, and called out, "Someone come here!"

Upon hearing the call, someone immediately entered from outside, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

The Prince gave Feng Luo a meaningful look and then said, "Go to my tent and bring the ’sparrow tongue’ tea that the Emperor sent me."

Upon hearing this, Feng Luo looked at the Prince in surprise. Was he planning to give her the ’sparrow tongue’ tea? But upon reconsideration, since when had Prince He Shuo been so generous? It seemed he found the plain water tasteless and couldn’t drink it.

Hmph, wealthy people and their quirks, let alone a prince.

"Yes."

After the person responded and left, the tent fell into silence once more.

The Prince stayed without speaking, creating an awkward silence.

Feng Luo touched her nose, internally grumbling, "Prince, oh Prince, if you don’t find this awkward, I certainly do. Not saying a word is truly frustrating."

"It seems like you have something to say to me?" The Prince raised an eyebrow at Feng Luo, noticing her mouth constantly moving, mumbling something too soft for him to hear.

Feng Luo cleared her throat and smiled, "What could I possibly have to say, Your Highness? The people outside know we have a grudge. If word spread that you and I were in the same room, there would be sensational news by tomorrow."

The Prince knew Feng Luo often used odd words. He looked at her, puzzled, "News? What does news mean?"

"News means strange and unusual stories, doesn’t it? Your Highness, you don’t even know that?" Feng Luo resting her chin on her hand, looked at him with a smile.

The Prince lightly coughed, "Who says I don’t know? I just forgot for a moment."

Feng Luo pouted, "Stubborn! But never mind, he doesn’t care anyway."

The tea arrived, and the Prince pushed it toward Feng Luo, "This is ’sparrow tongue’ tea, named for its small shape like a sparrow’s tongue, with a uniquely rich aroma, made from tender buds. It’s top-grade bud tea."

Feng Luo looked at the box full of tea leaves, raised her eyes to him, and asked, "Your Highness, do you intend to give me this box of tea leaves or just let me have a look?"

Such words would be unspeakable for most, but only Feng Luo, with no shame or decorum, would say them.

The Prince might not have expected Feng Luo to be so straightforward. He lightly coughed and said, "Of course, it’s a gift for you. Do you think I’m that stingy?"

Feng Luo nodded, "Mm, from what I saw when we treated your Princess Consort, you seemed quite stingy."

The Prince was momentarily speechless. He cleared his throat and looked outside the tent, asking, "Did Old Gang Leader and Chu Ge say where they went? That’s against the rules."

Feng Luo was startled, "Against the rules? Is there a punishment?"

The Prince gave her a significant look, not really intending punishment, but he wanted to see Feng Luo’s anxious expression.

"If they truly didn’t specify their destination, perhaps."

The Prince provided an uncertain answer.

Feng Luo deftly caught on, "Perhaps means uncertainty. Since it’s uncertain, let’s wait for their return before discussing it. After all, rules are dead; people are alive, right, Your Highness?"

Prince He Shuo smiled but said nothing.

Feng Luo picked up the tea canister, seizing the rare chance to snag something from Prince He Shuo, and she couldn’t let it go to waste!

"Your Highness, take your time sitting here. I’ll brew the tea for you!"

Feng Luo said, bouncing out with the tea canister!

The Prince subtly curled his lips as he watched her leave.

Feng Luo was skilled at brewing tea. The Prince never had the opportunity to taste it before now. Sampling her tea, he found it even more fragrant than the tea brewed at the Prince Manor.

One should know that in the military camp, if a battle were to start, even plain water could become scarce. Now, during leisure, enjoying a sip of tea was a blessing, drinking such a fresh and rich tea, even more so.

News of the Prince drinking tea in Feng Luo’s tent quickly spread, with rumors that the Prince personally brewed the tea for Feng Luo.

After the news spread, everyone started walking around Feng Luo’s tent in a circle.

Feng Luo initially thought the Prince would stay long, but unexpectedly, he left after a short tea time, perhaps for business, leaving in a bit of a hurry.

Watching the Prince leave, she quietly sighed, but internally prayed for the Old Gang Leader and Chu Ge to return quickly.

Chu Ge and the Old Gang Leader were still making their way towards the volcano crater.

With previous experiences in mind, they both remained tense and alert, not daring to be careless.

"Old Gang Leader, do you think we’re getting closer to it?" Chu Ge raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead and asked.

"We are getting closer. The surrounding temperature has soared to alarming levels. If we proceed, I’m worried we won’t be able to endure it."

The Old Gang Leader sighed, his clothes already drenched in sweat. Even though the volcano hadn’t erupted yet, it already felt like it was about to ignite, which was extremely strange.

Carefully moving forward, as the sun was setting, the refraction mirror no longer launched fireballs.

"It seems the temperature has risen here, making it hard to form fireballs."

Chu Ge remarked.

The Old Gang Leader walked for a while before suddenly stopping, looking up at the mountain with a slightly grave expression.