“Does the scent of rouge and powder mean the Prince applied it himself?”
“You’re quite nosy.” Seeing her silence, Xiao Chizhan continued, “That bastard Tantai Ye, for some reason, invited over a dozen performers. The room reeked of rouge, it was unbearable.”
Right.
They went out for a good time together.
Ye Luan still ignored him.
Xiao Chizhan, infuriated, lifted her chin. “I’ve already explained, what more do you want?”
“I’m sleepy.”
Hearing his explanation and knowing he was clean, the disgust in her heart subsided considerably. Sleepiness washed over her, and she couldn’t help but want to sleep.
“Don’t sleep yet, get up and eat.”
Shaken by him, Ye Luan irritably slapped his hand away.
His tastes were extremely bland, and she didn’t like eating at all.
The small, palm-sized face beneath him slept soundly. Xiao Chizhan watched her for a long while, unable to resist pinching her nose, rubbing her face, and occasionally tugging her hair, like a child.
Ye Luan woke up in anger.
“If Your Highness is bored, go out and play.”
Xiao Chizhan yanked the quilt over, covering himself completely. “Look at you, thick-skinned and fleshy, sleeping like a pig. You don’t even need a blanket.”
Is he crazy?
Who exactly is thick-skinned and fleshy?
Ye Luan found him utterly boring. She wanted to pull the blanket, but he held onto her, making it impossible.
“Does Your Highness want to freeze me to death?”
This was in the mountains, with the autumn wind rustling and the cold biting.
Xiao Chizhan’s seductive red eyes flickered with a playful smile. He removed the blanket, patted his chest, and gestured to her.
Seeing his roguish smile, Ye Luan became angry.
She stood up, got off the couch, and strode towards the cabinet, directly taking a new blanket to the soft couch by the window.
Xiao Chizhan sat up, watching her actions coldly. A knife instantly appeared in his hand, and with a whoosh, it flew out.
Just as Ye Luan finished making the bed, a sharp killing intent assaulted her from behind. She dodged quickly, the blade grazing past and embedding itself into the quilt.
Her heart pounded, but her expression remained calm as she looked at the man on the bed, “Does Your Highness only know how to use this trick to subdue people?”
“As long as the goal is achieved, that’s all that matters.”
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting specks of light into the room.
Ye Luan calmly observed his expression, her lips pursed slightly.
Although he appeared to have killing intent now, he was much better than before she transmigrated. He wasn’t the monstrous,疯批 (feng pi) lunatic from back then, but more like a human.
She lowered her eyes slightly, lost in thought.
Suddenly, several hidden weapons appeared in Xiao Chizhan’s hand, thrown at her like darts, one by one, in a childish manner.
They ripped through her underclothes, brushed past the strands of her hair, flew past her waist, filled with a strong sense of teasing.
His control was precise, and he didn't hurt her.
Ye Luan watched him expertly wield hidden weapons, her heart momentarily shocked. His martial arts were indeed as formidable as described in the book.
“Has Your Highness had enough fun?”
Xiao Chizhan continued to throw darts at her. “No.”
Ye Luan relented and returned to the couch. Seeing the darts deeply embedded in the wall, she lowered her head and lay in his arms.
Xiao Chizhan looked down, a cold sneer on his lips. “Weren’t you unwilling?”
She was exhausted and didn’t want to deal with him at all.
Xiao Chizhan pinched her face, refusing to let her sleep.
Ye Luan mentally cursed his ancestors. She couldn’t stand it any longer, so she opened her eyes and grabbed his troublesome hand.
The terrifying aura emanating from the man intensified.
She reached out and hugged his waist, a gentle smile appearing on her face, and said sweetly, “Your Highness, I’m so sleepy.”
Perhaps her demeanor pleased Xiao Chizhan, as he raised an eyebrow, finally happy, and finally let her go.
She slept very uncomfortably that night, especially with him holding her waist so tightly. Whenever she stirred, he would tighten his grip, confining her in his embrace, making her feel utterly stifled.
The dawn light illuminated the land of Yunmengze, shining on everything. Rays of sunlight also filtered through the paper windows.
Ye Luan woke up. She carefully got off the couch, took a black pill from her pouch, and swallowed it.
“What are you doing?”
A husky voice, laced with displeasure, came from behind.
Ye Luan’s heart skipped a beat. She immediately took a sip of tea from the table and turned around, “I was thirsty, drinking water.”
Xiao Chizhan woke up groggily, propped himself up, and glared at her with annoyance. “From now on, if I’m not awake, you are not allowed to get up.”
Arrogant.
Shameless.
“I understand.”
“Come help me get dressed.”
Doesn’t he have hands?
Xiao Chizhan was displeased. “It’s a favor for me to let you serve me, what’s with that expression?”
He didn’t know why, but he had never needed help before, yet now he just wanted to tease her. Seeing her flustered expression was so entertaining.
Ye Luan didn’t want to argue over such a trivial matter, so she went to help him dress.
Her faint scent reached him, and Xiao Chizhan couldn’t help but look down at Ye Luan. His eyebrows were serious, her simple, unadorned face was breathtakingly beautiful without any makeup.
As he tied her belt, his movements were gentle.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Ye Luan was furious. This madman was always horny.
She wanted to push him away, but he held her waist tightly, kissing her with passion and heat.
After the kiss ended.
Xiao Chizhan toyed with the stray hairs by her ear, his voice unusually calm. “Do you like hunting?”
“No.”
A clean, decisive refusal.
He didn’t get angry and asked again, “Then after eating, change your clothes and accompany me to the banquet.”
“May I ask Your Highness, in what capacity should I attend?”
Her gaze was sharp, with hidden hatred.
Xiao Chizhan’s anger flared. He grabbed her chin. “What identity do you want?”
“If you have the guts, marry me. I want to be your Princess Consort.”
“Heh, you really dare to think that way.”
He intended to sleep with her and then discard her when he was tired of her. How could he give her the status of Princess Consort? Ye Luan understood perfectly, and she was doing it on purpose.
“Darling, have you forgotten? You yourself said that if you were this Prince’s slave, your life would be spared.”
Ye Luan nodded. “Yes, but Your Highness, remember, today’s attendees are all nobles from the capital. As the eldest daughter of the Ye family, to follow Your Highness without status or name, how will others think?”
“After all this talk, you’re just embarrassed, aren’t you?” Xiao Chizhan sneered coldly. “But I want to see you embarrassed.”
A devil.
Ye Luan relented. “Alright, then Your Highness, please wait a moment.”
Seeing her go to the washroom to freshen up, Xiao Chizhan followed to do the same. But as soon as he finished, Ye Luan suddenly collapsed on the ground.
Xiao Chizhan frowned. “What trick are you playing?”
The woman on the ground remained motionless.
He squatted down and touched her forehead. It was burning hot; she had caught a cold.
“Someone, go find a doctor.”
The palace maids outside the door heard this and quickly went to fetch one.
The doctor arrived quickly. After the diagnosis, he said she had caught a cold and a fever, and that taking a few doses of medicine would cure it.
“Your Highness, I’ll go and brew the medicine then.”