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Du Xue's fingers gently and firmly removed her layers of exquisite clothes, until the undergarment embroidered with red lotus flowers appeared in front of her eyes.

He saw that on the right side of her exposed white skin, there was a red mark that was like a flower falling on her shoulder. The little drops were like petals that were blown away by the wind, extending towards her chest.

Du Yuqing didn't know why there was such a scar on her body. It was only when she was in the palace that she realized there were strange scratches from her shoulders to her chest. They were slightly itchy, as if they had been stabbed by silver needles.

These scars that looked like messy petals did not hurt, but instead had a slight itchy feeling, as if it was itchy when the wound was healing.

Du Xue's slender fingers stroked the faint red colored marks that looked like they would fall from the sky as bitterness flashed across her eyes. "You were only nine years old that year … "These injuries were all caused by me …"

Du Xue suddenly bent over and covered the wounds with her soft and warm lips. Then, she slowly moved down from her shoulder.

Du Yuqing frowned. She couldn't make a sound, so she could only look at him to reject and protest.

Although the man in front of her had a face that was even more handsome than a celebrity, she could not bear to have such an intimate action with a man she had just met for no more than ten hours.

Outside the house of the Marquis, a sedan chair stopped outside. Two Palace Maid knocked on the closed, tall, heavy, vermilion bronze door under the lead of a guard.

The three of them personally led the way through the winding corridors of the marquis' residence and arrived at an elegant courtyard.

"Your Lordship, Lord Qingyu is here." The room was still lit by the dim candlelight. The butler knocked lightly on the door and said.

"Young Marquis, Lord Qingyu is here to bring Miss Su back to the palace." There was no sound from inside. The butler raised his voice slightly and said.

"Qingyu? "Come in." A voice that was as warm as jade finally came from within.

The Head Supervisor immediately pushed open the door, before respectfully standing aside with his head lowered, allowing Qingyu to enter the room.

Everyone knew the eight great guards of the King.

These eight people usually stayed close to Du Yuxi. If they were to leave the palace, each of them would have the absolute authority granted to them by the King.

Even if it was the marquis' residence, where tens of thousands of people resided, they could still enter as if there was no one else present.

This was because the appearance of the eight great guards represented the supreme authority.

It was said that one man could defend a great army with thousands of men. Not only did they have extraordinary brains, even their looks and demeanor were tainted with the royal aura of the palace; they were extraordinary.

Qingyu bypassed the screen and walked straight to the side of the golden python's bed, saying lightly, "Master Hou, I've come to fetch someone."

Without waiting for Du Xue to respond, he turned around and motioned two big Palace Maid behind him to come forward. He then pulled Du Yuqing out from under the blanket and helped her put on her clothes, layer by layer, in front of Du Xue.

From beginning to end, Qingyu stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the screen, her expression calm.

Du Yuqing was embarrassed. This was not a woman's bath. She had changed her clothes in front of the four of them, and two of them were men she did not know well.

However, she didn't say anything and didn't dare to make any sound. She obediently cooperated with Palace Maid and put on her clothes as soon as possible.

With her back facing the bed, Du Xue's face was flushed, as if she was trying her best to resist something. Her eyes flickered constantly.

Du Xue had whispered a lot of things into her ear just now, and she remembered that the young man standing beside the bed with his hands behind his back was Du Yuxi's bodyguard.

Palace Maid moved swiftly and quickly. Soon, Du Yuqing was dressed properly, and even her hair was simply combed. She looked very much like a professional hairdresser.

The moment the two Palace Maid's movements stopped, Qingyu, who had been standing with her back to the screen, spoke again as if she had a pair of eyes on the back of her head, "Take her to the palanquin."

"Yes, milord." The two Palace Maids answered with a low voice and then supported Du Yuqing on the left and right as they walked outside.

"There are still two days until the western expedition. Be careful." After hearing the three of them leave, Qing Yu finally spoke.

"Qingyu, Xiaoxiao, can you help me …" Du Xue sat up from the bed, her upper body bare. On her ivory skin, there were deep red scratches.