The sun was high in the sky, its rays streaming directly into the room, dispelling the darkness and the fragrance.

Sunlight shone on his face, and Zi Yan blinked his long eyelashes, finally waking up from his daze. He lazily got up, his long hair cascading down, adding a unique beauty. He yawned lazily and leaned against the headboard, combing his long hair.

The man beside her remained motionless, fast asleep. Zi Yan wasn't surprised; after all, the two of them had been up for a long time last night, so it was understandable that he slept a little longer.

"Ziyan, are you in your room? Someone is looking for you." A knock sounded, followed by the madam's hushed voice. Upon hearing this, Ziyan quickly got up, put on her clothes, and opened the door.

"So it's the steward. What? Are you here to take the prince back?" As soon as the door opened, the steward's stern old face came into view. Zi Yan smiled charmingly, leaned lazily against the door, crossed her arms, and exuded a natural charm.

"Miss Ziyan, this servant is here on the orders of the Princess to invite the Prince home, and also to bring you into the manor." The steward cupped his hands in greeting. Although he looked down on Ziyan's status, she would be a concubine of the Prince's manor in the future, so he could not afford to offend her.

Upon hearing this, Zi Yan's eyes lit up, and then she curled her lips into a disdainful sneer. She had thought the princess was a difficult character to deal with, but she hadn't expected her to be so weak. She couldn't hold on after only three days.

But this is good too. When he enters the royal palace, the princess will be at his mercy.

"Ziyan thanks Your Highness for your kindness. In the future, I will definitely serve Your Highness well with Your Highness." A hint of joy unconsciously appeared on her face, and Ziyan's smugness gradually showed, appearing on her beautiful face without appearing ugly.

"Then please have Miss Ziyan wake up the Prince first, and then we can return to the manor together." Who knows what the two of them did in the room yesterday, or what state the Prince was in? The steward wouldn't be foolish enough to go up there and risk trouble, so he simply handed the task over to Ziyan.

"Please wait a moment, I'll wake the Prince right away. He'll be very happy to hear about this." Zi Yan covered her mouth and giggled, her every move carrying a fragrant breeze that captivated all who saw her.

As she swayed gracefully towards the room, Zi Yan did not close the door, allowing the steward and the others to see the general scene inside. However, everyone present was a carefully trained servant of the Prince's Mansion, and they did not behave improperly. They obediently watched the floor and waited for their Prince to appear.

Zi Yan tossed her long hair, a stunning smile spreading across her face. Then she reached out and nudged Yan Qi, who was lying on the bed. Her voice was gentle yet completely unpretentious. "Your Highness, wake up! The sun is high in the sky. Why are you still lying here? Someone is here to see you."

After pushing for a while without any response, Zi Yan pouted, somewhat displeased. What was wrong with the prince today? Was he exhausted?

The steward on the other end was also growing impatient, believing that Zi Yan was deliberately showing affection in front of them to display her favor, and couldn't help but speak up to remind him, "Miss Zi Yan, it's been quite a while already, why hasn't His Highness gotten up yet?"

Hearing this, Zi Yan became a little anxious and pushed Yan Qi harder, but he still didn't move. Zi Yan instantly had a bad feeling.

Her hands trembled involuntarily as Zi Yan placed them under Yan Qi's nose, feeling his shallow breathing, before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

But this is clearly not normal! Thinking of this, Zi Yan boldly pinched Yan Qi's arm. Under the stimulation of intense pain, Yan Qi finally opened his eyes and spoke angrily.

"Zi Yan, why are you pinching me?" Does this woman really think she can get away with anything just because she has a little bit of favor? She actually dares to pinch him.

“Your Highness, Ziyan didn’t mean it. I just saw that Your Highness hadn’t moved for a long time and was worried that something had happened to you, so I boldly pinched you. As long as Your Highness’s health can be restored, Ziyan will do anything willingly. Please punish me, Your Highness.”

Zi Yan, quick-witted as ever, immediately put on a tearful face, looking at Yan Qi with a pitiful expression, then closed her eyes and knelt on the ground, appearing delicate and vulnerable.

Being punished by the prince is better than the prince getting into trouble. It's good that he didn't die. If someone had died here, he would probably be guilty beyond redemption, and he wouldn't even be able to save his life, let alone enjoy wealth and honor.

"Fine, help me to my feet. This is the last time." Yan Qi still had some interest in Zi Yan and had no intention of getting tired of her for the time being. Seeing how pitiful he was, he instantly lost the urge to punish him.

"Why are you in such a hurry to wake me up?" With Zi Yan's help, Yan Qi got up, changed into a white undergarment, and put on a long robe. His tone was quite helpless.

"The Prince and Princess have sent people to fetch you, and they've also brought Ziyan back to the Prince's residence. We can finally be together." Ziyan smiled happily and gently wrapped her arms around Yan Qi's waist.

"Hmm, at least he's sensible." Yan Qi gave a soft hum, his impression of Wuyou improving slightly. At least she wasn't a unreasonable woman and had some tolerance.

"Ah—" The butler, who was waiting at the door, could faintly hear the conversation inside and was deep in thought. Then, a deep roar came from inside the door, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Your Highness, what's wrong? What happened? Are you alright?" The steward rushed in with his men, not caring about the reason. He took one look at the scene in the room and was stunned for a moment.

Yan Qi, who had always been domineering and powerful, was lying on the ground without any regard for his image. He was in a crouching position, looking extremely disheveled. One of his sleeves was torn, and the other end was in Zi Yan's hand. Both of them were clearly frightened by the scene and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do for a long time.

"Your Highness, are you alright? Quickly help him up." The steward hurriedly led two servants forward to help Yan Qi sit down and then took a coat from the side and covered him with it.

Throughout this series of actions, Yan Qi simply obeyed and let others do as they pleased. He remained silent for a long time, his eyes fixed on his own legs, his expression inscrutable. Zi Yan, standing to the side, turned pale with fright.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?" The steward felt a sudden panic as he looked at Yan Qi's expression. He stepped forward and called out softly a few times, but there was no response. His fear intensified.

"Guards, escort me back to the palace! Quickly summon the imperial physician to treat me!" Yan Qi suddenly seemed to come alive, roaring angrily at the steward, his face filled with a fear he himself didn't recognize.

Upon hearing this, a quick-witted servant hurriedly went to the palace to fetch the imperial physician. The steward helped Yan Qi fasten his outer robe and, as he lifted him up, felt an immense weight. His heart sank, and he already had a vague suspicion.

After finally managing to lift the person into the carriage, Yan Qi barely managed to maintain his composure. He suddenly flung open the curtain and hissed at the steward in a low voice, his tone filled with unspeakable murderous intent, looking as if he were red with anger.

"Find someone to keep an eye on Ziyan. If anything happens to me, arrest her. If she escapes, I'll make you pay with your head." This woman has made me lose face so badly; I absolutely cannot let her get away with it.