The Captivating Crown Prince

(62) White Clothed Woman

Nangong Qian was stunned. This was the first time he held a man’s hand, and also the first time he held someone’s hand. He had never even held a woman’s hand before. No, Nangong Lian had held his hand when they were young, but gradually, Nangong Qian no longer held his sister’s hand when the two of them grew up.

Nangong Qian looked at the hand that hw was holding. It was beautiful, fair and delicate, with ten fingers as slender as bamboo shoots and round fingers. Compare to Prince Shang’s hand, his meticulous selection of ancient books seemed to pale in comparison.

Nangong Qian suddenly came to a realization and wanted to hold onto this hand tightly, but this thought was too fast for even Nangong Qian to notice. More importantly, Nangong Qian was too sensitive. He felt that the Crown Prince’s hand was too small and too soft. It was not like a man’s hand. Nangong Qian instantly caressed Prince Shang’s pulse.

Shang Wuxin had instinctively tried to dodge the book when she felt Nangong Qian was going to hold it, but she did not expect Nangong Qian to hold her hand by mistake. Shang Wuxin was prepared to withdraw her hand, but she found that Nangong Qian wanted to check her pulse.

Shang Wuxin had always known that even if her disguise was similar to that of a real man, it was still not real. For example, her height. Even if her height was considered pretty good among the girls, if she stood beside Leng Yufeng and the others, who were barely shoulder to shoulder, it could be said that the height of these men was too high. For example, her neck did not have a Adam’s apple. This was a very obvious difference. Her shoulder and figure were too thin and frail. She did not look thin and weak at all. For example, her wrist was too thin and her hand was too small. Normally, she wouldn’t be able to see it, but now it was too obvious when compared to Nangong Qian’s hand.

Shang Wuxin knew that Nangong Qian was very suspicious, and if she did not dispel Nangong Qian’s suspicions, he would not have to wait long for something to happen. Fortunately, Shang Wuxin had practiced her technique well and could confuse her gender.

Normally, martial arts practitioners could distinguish between men and women even though they didn’t know how to do it properly. Nangong Qian seemed to have inadvertently felt Prince Shang’s pulse when he hold it. Although the pulse was very chaotic, it was a man’s pulse.

Knowing that it was the man, Nangong Qian naturally recalled the rumors regarding this Prince Shang, saying that he had been a medicine jar since he was young. Previously, Nangong Qian did not believe it. He thought that this was because of Prince Shang pretending to be in seclusion, but now, Nangong Qian believed it. The young man was too skinny; even his hands were so small and so cold. When he thought about how complicated the palace was, he felt a sense of pity for the young man in front of him.

Looking at the unreadable emotions in the man’s eyes, Shang Wuxin was impatient. She moved her tightly clenched wrist, her voice was cold and tinged with dissatisfaction. “How long will you be holding my hand?”

Nangong Qian thought of his own little hand and slightly released Prince Shang’s hand. No one noticed that the ear tips of the calm Prince Qian started to turn red, and the hand on his back became a little stiff.

When Nangong Qian withdrew his hand, Shang Wuxin then let out a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether it was Han Xuanhao, Leng Yufeng or the others, none of them felt as much pressure as Nangong Qian. That was because this person was too shrewd. It was not that others were not smart.

The carriage quieted down, and Nangong Qian felt awkward, so he asked, “How do we resolve this?”

Shang Wuxin looked at the page that Nangong Qian was pointing at, which was a place where troops were deployed. Shang Wuxin had read such books in the modern world, so she did know about it. Thus, she didn’t hide anything and told Nangong Qian. The two of them were extremely smart people, and if they had a topic, they wouldn’t be able to stop themselves. They talked about their understanding of the arrangement, and the more they talked about it, the more they admired each other. Immediately, there was a plot of a hero cherishing a hero.