Chapter 165 I'm Accusing You of Indecent Behavior

"You'd better bear the itch."

The seventh prince gazed intently at the woman lying unguarded on his bed.

His hands felt her slender limbs, easily encircling her with one hand, her supple muscles radiating from between his fingers.

Unable to achieve inner peace, the Seventh Prince tried to suppress the restless beast within him, but the sensation in his hands kept reminding him of this.

They are very close now. Xie Mianmian is like a raccoon dog with its belly exposed, trusting him completely and without any defenses.

Xie Mianmian tentatively asked, "Your Highness, is there nothing you wish to say?"

Even scolding yourself would be fine, scold her for being arrogant, scold her for acting recklessly, anything is fine, just don't stay silent.

"You've had a tough journey. General Xie is on the front lines, facing ferocious beasts. The fresh blood you've brought will be a great help to the front."

Xie Mianmian sat up excitedly. The Seventh Prince had praised her! His words relieved Xie Mianmian of a great weight.

She was aching from the massage, but her face was contorted in a smile.

The Seventh Prince focused on massaging the acupoints on her thighs. "I know your worries. No matter how much you make a fuss, I will protect you."

You can roam freely, and there will always be someone willing to follow you.

Xie Mianmian's cheeks flushed, and she felt the atmosphere was strange. The hand gripping her leg seemed even hotter.

She awkwardly flinched, then said, "Your Highness, I'm ready. You can stop now."

One was struggling, the other was holding down the pig, and finally, by accident, the Seventh Prince's hand pinched Xie Mianmian's inner thigh.

"Ouch!" she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Is the injury serious? Let me take a look."

The anxious Seventh Prince didn't pay attention to anything else; he was more worried about Xie Mianmian's injuries. He casually reached out to lift her skirt.

During this time, he also bandaged the wounded soldiers, because there were so many wounded that the military doctors would be overwhelmed.

Wild animals specifically target soldiers' vital points, such as the neck and wrists, where important blood vessels converge. Wounds in the thigh are also very dangerous, as excessive blood loss can lead to death!

Having witnessed too many soldiers succumb to blood loss, the Seventh Prince would never forget the despair of watching life slip away while being powerless to stop it.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the overwhelming fear in his heart overwhelmed his reason.

He couldn't imagine how he would spend the rest of his lonely life without Xie Mianmian.

Xie Mianmian tried to dodge while desperately pressing down on her skirt.

"Your Highness, stop!"

The Seventh Prince flipped her over so her back was to him, grabbed Xie Mianmian's wrists with one hand, and used his knee to brace against her thrashing legs.

With just one move, she was rendered unable to move and was defeated by the Seventh Prince.

But Xie Mianmian's mouth could still move, and she desperately shouted, "No, help!"

The seventh prince leaned down and covered her mouth with his other hand as she screamed.

"Shh, be good."

Xie Mianmian whimpered in a muffled voice, wondering if it was a matter of whether she was obedient or not, or if she was the one trying to take advantage of her!

Even Your Highness, well, that won't do...

The aggressive aura unique to the Seventh Prince swept over everything.

They were breathing heavily, and they seemed to be embracing each other like intimate lovers.

But the truth is, one is making a futile struggle, while the other is eager to lift the woman's skirt.

The curtain, which had been closed, was being turned over. The two stopped what they were doing and looked toward the door.

Three large heads were sandwiched between the heavy curtains: two wolves and a snake.

At this moment, the three of them are looking at each other.

Snow Wolf: Mianmian got beaten up? That can't be right, why would the Seventh Prince bully her?

Black Wolf: Although I hate to admit it, the way they are doing it seems like they are mating.

Giant Python: No! Mianmian is just a child!

Upon being looked at by those three pairs of complex eyes, the Seventh Prince instantly regained his senses, and his hand on Xie Mianmian froze in place.

His fingers unconsciously squeezed her skin; her face was so soft, her wrists so slender…

No, the Seventh Prince came to his senses and hurriedly pulled away from her, taking out the ointment from his pocket.

Seeing Xie Mianmian burying her face in the quilt and remaining motionless, as silent as if she were dead, the Seventh Prince's heart tightened. He patted her shoulder and asked, "Mianmian, are you alright?"

"Um……"

Hearing her muffled groan, the Seventh Prince placed the ointment beside her. "Apply the medicine. If you feel unwell again, see the army doctor. I'm leaving now."

The seventh prince stood up, and with a hoarse voice said, "I'm sorry," before leaving.

Xie Mianmian was the only one left in the tent. It was very quiet, and she could only hear her own breathing.

After a while, she quietly raised her head and looked towards the door. The three animals had already left; it seemed that the Seventh Prince had taken them away.

Xie Mianmian sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Before she knew it, she had rubbed her leg against the wound.

She pursed her lips, about to lift her skirt.

The Seventh Prince's voice came from outside the door, "May I come in?"

Her voice, barely audible, came from inside, "Please come in."

Even the faintest sound was caught by the Seventh Prince.

He parted the curtain with one hand and placed a basin of warm water beside the bed. "Wipe the wound and then apply the medicine. Do you need me to call someone to help you?"

A pillow was tossed into the Seventh Prince's arms, which he caught steadily. "Alright, don't be angry. Get some rest. The army is holding a celebration banquet for you tonight."

He put the pillow back on the bed and left.

Now that the tent was completely empty of all the odds and ends, Xie Mianmian turned around, her back to the door, and lifted her skirt.

I was in such a hurry to get ready last night that I didn't notice that my wound was a bloody mess.

She took a soft handkerchief from the basin, wrung it out, and gently wiped away the congealed bloodstains.

As she rubbed, pain shot through her wound. Xie Mianmian bit her skirt, lowered her head, and patiently cleaned the wound.

Outside the tent, the Seventh Prince did not leave. Hearing the sound of water dripping inside, he knew that Xie Mianmian was obediently treating her wounds.

He is now a highly respected deputy general in the army. At first, those scoundrels treated him with utmost respect, but behind his back they only thought of him as a prince who did not eat meat porridge.

This is a brutal battlefield, a hellish place where lives can be lost. Everyone just thinks he's here to experience suffering and doesn't believe he'll do anything substantial.

However, as he participated in several battles, his unique insights were adopted by the general, which reduced many casualties in the army.

This pampered prince would do everything himself, and he was even willing to get dirty to bandage the soldiers.

Over this period of time, everyone in the army admired him from the bottom of their hearts.

This handsome deputy general, at this moment, stood straight at the door like a devout guard, silently protecting the person he cared about.