Chapter 142 Oh no! The Eighth Prince has gone to study again!
Shen Yulou held her hand tightly, "Of course I remember. I remember every time I see you."
Bai Yu only felt her face burning. No one had ever paid such close attention to her.
"Lord Shen..."
Shen Yulou extended a finger and lifted her chin.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness, finally making out Bai Yu's beautiful yet shy face.
"This world is like a giant bookshelf, filled with biographies of emperors and generals, and legends of talented scholars and beautiful women.
In their books, you might just be a name mentioned in passing, insignificant, unnoticed by anyone.
But don't forget.
There will always be one unique book on that shelf, and the title of that book is your name.
In this book, you are the sole protagonist. Every frown and smile, every joy and sorrow, is recorded within its pages.
And there will always be someone who notices this book, reads it carefully, and cherishes it as a treasure."
Shen Yulou gradually leaned closer to Bai Yu, hearing her slightly hurried breathing.
"Bai Yu, This Official is very interested in your book. Are you willing to open your heart to This Official?"
Bai Yu's body trembled nervously. Shen Yulou's words made her face flush crimson.
She suddenly threw herself into Shen Yulou's arms.
"My Lord!"
Then, she took Shen Yulou's hand and placed it over her heart.
"My Lord, please... please turn the page."
Shen Yulou sighed.
Is it easy to be a playboy like me?!
...The next day, before dawn.
Bai Yu hurriedly tidied the bedding and replaced it with fresh ones for the Empress.
The Empress gave her enough time before returning to her bedchamber.
Seeing the Empress, Bai Yu felt a little apprehensive.
"Your Majesty."
The Empress took her hand and asked.
"How was it?"
Bai Yu's cheeks were flushed, "How was what?"
"How was last night?"
Bai Yu bit her lip. Having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, she naturally had many novel experiences, but she didn't know where to begin.
"This servant... This servant doesn't know how to say it."
The Empress smiled, "Was Lord Shen wonderful?"
Bai Yu thought about it and felt that the word was quite apt.
"Wonderful."
...When the Eighth Prince woke up on the carved bed in Zuixian Lou, he felt aches all over his body, especially his waist, which felt like it was about to break.
Damn it, listening to music all night was more tiring than riding horses and shooting arrows!
His ears were still buzzing with the sound of the pipa.
Miss Suyin was indeed elegant and peerless, selling her art but not her body. She said she would accompany him for a night, and she truly played music for him all night, interspersed with philosophical discussions.
Things like 'one must enjoy life to the fullest when one is successful,' and'since ancient times, unrequited love only brings regret.'
The Eighth Prince's head was buzzing from listening.
However, thinking about having spent a wonderful night with Miss Suyin.
He would now have something to brag about to those young masters in the capital.
This Prince is the one who exclusively entertained the courtesan queen.
Do you all have such prestige?
He stretched, just about to get up, when Suyin at his side suddenly said faintly.
"That poem from last night, it wasn't written by you, was it, young master?"
Zhao Lü's heart sank, but he feigned calmness on the surface.
"What makes you say that, Miss?"
Miss Suyin's lips curved slightly, but her beautiful eyes held a hint of disdain.
"Someone who can write such a brilliant poem as 'The east wind sets off a thousand trees of flowers at night' must possess great literary talent and extensive knowledge.
But in our conversation last night, young master... well, it seems you haven't read many books."
Her words were tactful, but the meaning was clear.
How could a blockhead like you write such cultured verses?
Zhao Lü's face instantly turned red, as if he had been stripped naked in public, more embarrassed than his brother Ninth Imperial Prince.
A surge of shame rushed to his head. He suddenly sat up from the bed, slapping the bed frame as he roared.
"How dare you look down on people! Isn't it just the Four Books and Five Classics, poetry and songs?
If This Prince wants to read, in just a few days, I can make those old scholars in the Hanlin Academy feel ashamed of themselves!"
Miss Suyin merely smiled, saying nothing.
But that smile, in Zhao Lü's eyes, was more damaging than ten thousand 'you can't do it's.
What the hell?
This woman is too damn hurtful to my self-esteem!
Zhao Lü felt like he had taken a hundred thousand critical hits.
"You just wait for This Prince!"
He pointed at Suyin, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"Next time This Prince comes, I will surely quote classics and make you speechless, admiring me to the point of prostration!"
Having made his threat, Zhao Lü angrily put on his clothes.
As he walked out of Zuixian Lou, the Madam enthusiastically held Zhao Lü's arm and said.
"Young Master Zhao, are you coming back tonight? Should I reserve the private room for you?"
Zhao Lü waved his hand without looking back.
"I won't be coming recently. This Prince is going into seclusion to study!"
Madam:???
Did I mishear?
...Zhao Lü returned to the palace with Iron Shadow.
As soon as he entered the palace gate, he said to Iron Shadow.
"Get This Prince a set of eunuch clothes!"
"Your Highness, this is against the rules..."
"Less nonsense! Go quickly!"
A moment later, a young eunuch, dressed in eunuch attire and walking with a somewhat arrogant gait, stealthily slipped into the Imperial Library Pavilion.
Zhao Lü looked left and right, confirmed no one was around, then pulled out a copy of "Spring and Autumn Annals" from a bookshelf, found the most secluded corner, sat down with a thud, and began flipping through it like a thief.
A passing eunuch, sharp-eyed, saw the figure in the corner and felt it looked familiar.
He took a closer look and was so startled he almost cried out.
Isn't that His Highness the Eighth Prince?!
He scrambled to find He Shun.
He Shun was also greatly alarmed upon hearing this and quickly ran to the Imperial Study to report to Emperor Ren.
"Your Majesty! Great news! His Highness the Eighth Prince, he's studying in the Imperial Library Pavilion again!"
Emperor Ren was reviewing memorials when his brush tip paused at the news.
He looked up, his face full of pleasant surprise.
"Old Eight is studying again?"
"Absolutely true!"
Emperor Ren was so excited that he stood up directly, not even bothering to straighten his dragon robe, and whispered to He Shun.
"Let's go! Let's see!"
The emperor and his minister, like thieves, tiptoed to the entrance of the Imperial Library Pavilion and peeked through the crack in the door.
They saw that rebellious son, who usually got a headache at the sight of books, now sitting cross-legged in the corner, using the faint light filtering through the window, utterly absorbed in his reading, not even noticing their arrival.
Emperor Ren's eyes instantly welled up.
The ancestors have shown their divine power!
He quietly waved his hand at He Shun.
"Issue My decree: no one is to approach the Imperial Library Pavilion, and no one is to disturb the Eighth Prince!"
Afterward, he had He Shun summon Iron Shadow.
"Tell Me! What exactly has happened these past few days?"
Iron Shadow dared not conceal anything and recounted in detail how Shen Yulou had taken the Eighth Prince to play cards, how he had written poems to court women, and how he had strictly forbidden the Eighth Prince from touching books.
Emperor Ren listened, utterly bewildered.
"You mean, Shen Yulou wouldn't let him read, and instead, he secretly came to read on his own?"
Iron Shadow scratched his head, "Your Majesty, This Official also doesn't know why."
Emperor Ren walked back and forth a few steps with his hands behind his back, then suddenly burst into laughter, looking up at the sky.
"Hahahaha! Wonderful! Truly wonderful