The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1395 - 1395 677 Princess

Chapter 1395: 677 Princess Chapter 1395: 677 Princess In a room at Yuebin Building, Prince Ming suddenly woke up from his drunken stupor. He opened his eyes and moved his body, only to find himself face down on the table.

He had actually fallen asleep like this?

The sky outside had already darkened, and the beauty in the room was gone.

He stood up with a start, but because his legs were numb, he fell down with a thud.

The imperial guards outside heard the commotion inside and swiftly entered the room.

“Prince!”

The group saluted in unison.

The leader stepped forward to help Prince Ming up.

Prince Ming felt miserable from the fall, and his head throbbed painfully.

“What happened to me?” he asked, clutching his forehead and nearly bursting with pain.

The imperial guards helped him back onto the stool.

“No, no, my rear end hurts.” After sitting on a wooden stool all afternoon, even an iron butt would suffer, let alone him who did not have one.

Without a bed to lie on here, the leading imperial guard could only call over a colleague to help carry him on either side.

Although it still wasn’t comfortable, at least his rear end didn’t have to endure any more suffering.

“Where is Miss Gu?” Prince Ming asked, supporting his almost splitting head.

The leader of the imperial guards replied, “After the Prince got drunk, Miss Gu left.”

“What? You just let her go?”

“Prince… You didn’t order us to keep her here.”

Isn’t it because I thought she would leave? Are all of your heads made of wood?

Prince Ming choked.

Really, he had actually gotten drunk at such a crucial moment.

Prince Ming did want to blame the beauty, but thinking of her typically aloof nature, he felt that it was his own drunkenness that had left her hanging, causing her to leave in anger.

“What about that painting you promised me?”

“Prince, is it this?” An imperial guard picked up a piece of paper… uh… paper from the table?

Generally, a painting given to someone of Prince Ming’s status should at least be mounted on a scroll, but this was indeed just a sheet of paper, all crumpled up, and it was unclear why.

Prince Ming had someone bring the painting over.

He looked at it intently, and his mouth fell open.

This, this mess, what is it?

Is this the level of the beauty’s artwork?

How can this be presentable?

It’s just too…

Forget it, he wasn’t interested in her for her painting skills.

It was her beauty that truly moved him.

If she can’t paint, then she can’t. At worst, he would teach her in the future.

Right, that’s it. He could use the opportunity to teach the beauty how to paint to re-engage with her and he believed she would not refuse.

As the thought passed through his mind, the cloudiness in Prince Ming’s heart was swept away, and he immediately felt clear-headed and refreshed.

Just as Prince Ming was happily putting away the beauty’s personal artwork, the coachman suddenly came up and reported at the door, “Prince, young master Han has had an accident!”

In a serene courtyard of the Han Family, maids were carrying out buckets of bloody water from the main house.

Young master Han’s injuries were too gruesome to bear, and it took the doctor nearly 2 hours just to clean his wounds.

Fortunately, his inner strength was deep, and his foundation was not harmed, but the ordeal was humiliating nonetheless.

He sat on a chair with an icy expression, while Han Yong sighed and lamented beside him.

“You should lie down on the bed for a while,” said Han Yong.

“No need,” young master Han replied, shirtless and clutching his chest, gritting his teeth.

Han Yong sighed, “What are you being stubborn for? When you’re hurt, you need to lie down.”

Young master Han replied coldly, “I said no need.”

Second Uncle Han did not argue further on the topic and instead asked, “Who did this to you, to cause such injury?”

Young master Han’s martial skills were unmatched among his peers in Shengdu, and those older than him would never deign to strike at a junior so lightly.

Young master Han recalled the masked youth he had seen on the rooftop, feeling he was unfamiliar.

If there were such a young expert in Shengdu, he would have heard of him.

But the opponent did not defeat him with martial arts.

It was cunning strategy and gunpowder.

First, the assailant used countless hidden weapons against him, making him think they were all hidden weapons. This led him to not dodge when the other party threw the gunpowder.

He recounted, “He used gunpowder.”

Han Yong realized, “So it was gunpowder that injured you… wait, gunpowder? Isn’t gunpowder a controlled substance only from the National Master Hall?”

Young master Han shook his head, “It’s true that the National Master Hall developed gunpowder, but it’s been put to military use, and noble families can get their hands on it.”

After pondering for a moment, Han Yong said, “Gunpowder is strictly controlled, though, not easily obtained.”

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