Chapter 5 Does Your Highness Dislike It?
A dilapidated hut behind Shengguo Temple.
Lu Ying held Shen Yinning in one arm and shut the door with the other.
He threw Shen Yinning onto the ground, his phoenix eyes betraying no emotion: "You have some nerve. Do you know I was meditating with the Crown Princess Consort?"
Shen Yinning pulled a scroll from her sleeve: "Who told Your Highness not to visit the Zen room? I recently practiced my calligraphy and wanted your guidance, but I had no opportunity."
Lu Ying accepted the scroll, unrolling it as he spoke: "All the womenfolk of Shen Guogong Mansion are at Shengguo Temple. If your aunt discovers you dragged me away from her daughter, you might find yourself without a resting place even in death."
"Your Highness will protect me."
Lu Ying neither confirmed nor denied this.
He glanced at the calligraphy on the scroll: "Still not up to standard."
Shen Yinning leaned sensually against his chest, her alabaster-like fingers tracing lazy circles over the hard muscles there: "If my writing isn't good, what about the poem? Does Your Highness like it? I composed it myself the other night while thinking of you."
Lu Ying's gaze fell on the lines of poetry—
Red beans adorn jade as creamy as mutton fat; wine stains a disheveled pomegranate skirt.Blooms burst, their nectar spilling; a silver spear chaotically stirs, filling a chamber with spring.