The wind outside was bleak and desolate.
Inside the dim tent, an amorous atmosphere pervaded.
Ye Luan was too exhausted to lift her hand, reclining languidly in the man's embrace.
His shoulder was bitten, and Xiao Chizhan's crimson eyes became even more bewitching and excited, tinged with an inexplicable indulgence.
"Little wildcat."
Ye Luan was too weak to retort; the warmth of the entire bed had her sweating profusely.
"Your Highness—"
"Mm?"
She called out softly, then quickly corrected herself, "Brother Chizhan, can the events of today be suppressed? Don't let them spread."
"Beg this king."
Shameless!
Ye Luan kissed his lips, speaking coquettishly, "You trespassed into a subject's residence and caused such a commotion. It doesn't sound good if it gets out."
Her demeanor clearly pleased Xiao Chizhan.
He stroked her waist, his thin lips curling into a cool smile, "If you're always this well-behaved, won't you have everything?"
Tch.
What she truly desired, he likely wouldn't give.
"Can it be done?"
Xiao Chizhan was quite pleased with her docility, and a faint smile flickered in his usually ice-cold crimson eyes.
He placed her hand on his smooth skin, leaned in, and his deep voice tempted,
"It depends on your ability."
The moonlight was bright, hanging alone in the night sky, autumn wind swept across a thousand miles, scattering petals on the ground.
The clear silver glow fell upon the pond in the courtyard, the chirping of insects a constant rustle.
A dark shadow stopped beside the carved window lattice, silently keeping watch.
The cold wind blew across his face, listening to the sounds emanating from inside. The dark figure stood straight, motionless.
After an unknown period, the window behind him was flung open.
He immediately turned and lowered his head, speaking respectfully, "Your Highness."
Xiao Chizhan was casually draped in just a robe, which was quite cold.
He took the porcelain bottle from the暗卫 (ànwèi - secret guard), and closed the window.
Ye Luan was already drowsy and about to fall asleep. Xiao Chizhan lifted the bed curtains, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to apply medicine to the marks on her neck.
"How did you get the wound on your arm?"
Ye Luan, drowsy, heard his words and rolled her eyes, saying nothing.
If he hadn't been kissing her endlessly and tossing her so vigorously, causing the wound to split, he wouldn't have discovered it.
Xiao Chizhan was displeased, "Mm?"
The cool medicinal scent spread over her arm, dispelling some of Ye Luan's drowsiness. She slightly opened her eyes.
This wound, she had almost forgotten about it. It was from when Ye Xue, that fool, had stabbed her at the secondary residence. She hadn't paid it much mind, just applied some medicine and bandaged it.
In fact, it had almost healed.
"What? Your Highness wants to avenge me?" she asked, her fox-like eyes half-closed, a smile curving her lips.
The woman on the bed was bewitchingly charming, as delicate as a flower.
Xiao Chizhan threw down the medicine bottle, got onto the bed, and pulled her into his arms, saying faintly, "Who?"
Ye Luan rolled over, turning her back to him.
"I'm sleepy, going to sleep."
"Come up yourself, don't force me to act."
What is this bad habit!
She felt annoyed and tucked herself further into the quilt.
This room was so cold, he'd freeze to death.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, a powerful force lifted her. Her entire body soared into the air, and the next moment, she was held in the man's arms.
Being tossed around by him, Ye Luan was no longer sleepy. Her eyes met his directly.
"What do you take me for?"
She had left the Prince's mansion. Why could he come and sleep with her whenever he pleased? What did he take her for, a courtesan in a brothel?
Her voice was calm and indifferent. Her face, beautiful to the point of being aggressive, looked at him with a detached expression, as if waiting to hear the answer from his lips.
Xiao Chizhan felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart. He tightened his grip on her waist, forcing her closer to him.
Ye Luan looked at his actions with a sarcastic expression.
Heh!
He was treating her like a plaything.
Her heart was filled with shame and anger, and an uncontrollable ferocity surged within her.
"Why can't you let me go?"
A chilling aura began to spread within the tent, and the warm, intimate atmosphere gradually dissipated.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Xiao Chizhan's lips, "You can't possibly be serious about marrying that good-for-nothing, can you?"
"The Crown Prince has a dignified and elegant demeanor. I admire him greatly."
She didn't know what possessed her, but the words blurted out.
Xiao Chizhan felt a surge of anger within him, like a flood overflowing its banks, roaring through his limbs uncontrollably.
"Since the marriage has been bestowed, Your Highness should not engage in such inexplicable behavior that invites gossip."
Heh.
So disgusted with him.
Xiao Chizhan smirked maliciously, "Can he do this to you?"
Ye Luan's expression changed. She suppressed her humiliated anger, her sharp gaze chilling, like a thousand cuts slowly slicing Xiao Chizhan's flesh.
He looked at her with a terrifyingly gloomy expression, gripping her waist forcefully. His voice was as sinister as a king of hell claiming souls.
"I can bestow you to Lu Feibai today, and tomorrow I can bestow you to—"
With a crisp sound.
In the silent inner chamber, a deathly stillness.
Xiao Chizhan tilted his cheek, pushing his tongue against his stinging cheek. His blood-red eyes gazed at her quietly.
Ye Luan felt a chill run through her entire body, an extreme cold. The pain in her palm made her step back a few paces, her heart pounding like a mad drum.
An overwhelming sense of terror spread. The room was eerily silent.
Suddenly, the entire bedstead shook with a deafening roar. The silk bed curtains scattered with a rustle, and a three-foot-wide sandalwood plank was kicked away by him.
His crimson eyes blazed like two wisps of spectral fire, his powerful and intimidating aura enveloping them, causing them to tremble and their backs to go numb.
At that moment, Ye Luan, without any backbone, wanted to kneel and beg for mercy.
It was too terrifying; she felt engulfed by the fear of death.
His excessively bewitching eyes were as sinister and terrifying as if they were laced with poison.
Her chin suddenly felt pain, and she was forced to look up at him.
"You hit me? You hit me!"
Xiao Chizhan's voice was calm yet eerie, with a touch of pathological stubbornness.
Ye Luan recalled the fate of those who offended him. She closed her eyes, resigning herself to her fate.
If she was going to die, so be it.
"You hit me, you hit me for him—"
I'm hitting you, you shameless beast.
The death Ye Luan expected did not come. He seemed to have gone mad, his gem-like red eyes fixed on her face, unable to speak.
His voice, though cold, trembled slightly, "You—you're something else."
The cold autumn wind gusted through the wide-open window. The once warm quilt was now icy cold.
The bloodthirsty fear gradually dissipated, and a chill swept through the room.
Ye Luan touched her reddened chin, her expression indifferent.
He didn't kill her!
She breathed a sigh of relief and got off the bed to close the window, but suddenly, she spotted a cyan porcelain bottle beneath the table.
The wound on her right arm had already been bandaged, and the effect was excellent. It felt cool without any pain, suggesting the medicine was of high quality.
Ye Luan suppressed her inexplicable emotions and picked up the porcelain bottle.