Chapter 122 World Five (Twenty-four)

The sudden tearing of the clothes made Baoshan's originally rosy cheeks lose their color in an instant.

With trembling hands, she closed her open collar, and gently raised her misty eyes, secretly looking at Prince Rong Zhao in front of her.

Bao Shan prayed silently that this disheveled scene would not be witnessed by Crown Prince Rong Zhao. She consoled herself with the thought that he was a gentleman, well-versed in the principle of "not looking at what is inappropriate." Furthermore, he seemed... displeased with her, and wouldn't witness this revealing scene. But Bao Shan's prayers were unanswered. Her trembling eyes met the dark, deep gaze of a man. It felt like a bottomless chasm, a sudden wave of fear.

Bao Shan's heart suddenly began to beat like a drum, and his mind was filled with one thought: I've been seen...

Moreover, Prince Rong Zhao had no intention of concealing anything. His eyes were deep and cold, and they fell on the dazzling whiteness and delicacy.

Baoshan was timid and uneasy, hunching her head like a quail. The Sixth Prince had somehow heard that Baoshan had a lotus-shaped birthmark on her neck, so he called her "Little Lotus," "Little Lotus," and clamored to see it. Baoshan's reluctance wasn't simply because her body and hair couldn't be exposed to her husband before marriage. More importantly, Baoshan's lotus birthmark wasn't located on her neck, but rather on a continuous, undulating area.

The lotus is pure in nature, and it is a red lotus. It grows in such a beautiful place. If the truth is leaked, it will inevitably lead people to imagine and make up many anecdotes about erotic affairs, which will bring bad reputation to the precious fan.

Bao Shan had a gentle nature, and the Sixth Prince treated her very well. Even when she was treated coldly by others, she was accustomed to silently enduring because her family had specifically warned her that marrying the Sixth Prince was too high a priority for her, as she was of humble status. She must learn to be patient and avoid causing trouble.

But the Sixth Prince was not one to tolerate being upset. Since Baoshan had been wronged, he wanted an explanation.

The Sixth Prince knelt for a long time and could not get up, just to ask for dignity for the precious fan.

To others, the Sixth Prince was a mischievous and reckless person. But deep down, Baoshan was deeply moved. Moreover, Baoshan was at the age of adolescence. How could she not be attracted to her fiancé who was constantly by her side?

So, Baoshan reluctantly agreed to the Sixth Prince's request.

Unexpectedly, the Sixth Prince didn't see any lotus birthmark at all. At this moment, he was looking depressed with his head down because of the solemn expression of Crown Prince Rong Zhao.

And all the beautiful scenery was seen by the people who should least see it.

Bao Shan raised her eyes timidly, but found that Prince Rong Zhao still kept his eyes on her.

She was like a frightened little animal, hiding herself in panic.

The Sixth Prince frowned, thinking that Crown Prince Rong Zhao had come at a very bad time. He was only a little bit away from...

If the Sixth Prince raised his head at this moment, he would notice that his elder brother, the Crown Prince Rong Zhao, who was known as a gentleman, was looking at his fiancée with a dark and ambiguous gaze.

That kind of look was the way a man looked at a woman, sharp and unconcealed.

Crown Prince Rong Zhao's expression froze slightly, and he averted his gaze. He turned to the Sixth Prince and said in a cold voice, "Before we get married, you're already being overly affectionate. This is your rule."

The Sixth Prince lowered his head even more. Although he liked to make trouble, he was very sensible about current affairs.

When Prince Rong Zhao is truly angry, you must not resist, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

After all, his elder brother is much more terrifying than his father.

Seeing that the Sixth Prince looked like a withered seedling with a dejected expression, Crown Prince Rong Zhao stopped scolding him and waved his hand to let them leave.

Upon hearing this, the Sixth Prince's face was filled with uncontrollable joy. He reached out his hand to take the treasure fan and leave.

Crown Prince Rong Zhao raised his eyebrows, his eyes sharp: "I have something to tell you."

Bao Shan's face turned increasingly pale, and the Sixth Prince felt distressed by her frightened appearance. He gently coaxed Bao Shan, "The Crown Prince will speak to you for a few words. Don't be afraid. I'll be waiting for you."

Bao Shan felt a mixture of bittersweet feelings when she heard these words. She forced herself to suppress her inner fear and gave the Sixth Prince a gentle smile.

Prince Rong Zhao watched the two of them exchange glances coldly, reluctant to part.

Until only Baoshan and Prince Rong Zhao were left in the pavilion.

Prince Rong Zhao walked up to the treasured fan and said in a cold voice, "Men and women should not touch each other. You should abide by this."

Bao Shan raised her head in panic, her thick, long eyelashes trembling nervously. She explained anxiously, "It's not what Your Highness thinks. Zhenyu... The Sixth Prince is my future husband, and he's different from ordinary men..."

Under the deep gaze of Crown Prince Rong Zhao, Bao Shan's voice grew weaker and weaker: "...Also, the Sixth Prince promised me that he would only observe and would not do anything beyond the rules..."

A cold, sneering sound echoed through the air. Even though Crown Prince Rong Zhao hadn't said anything, Bao Shan's face still flushed red, feeling humiliated.

"How could you believe such a poor explanation?"

Prince Rong Zhao sneered in his heart. Since the Sixth Prince said he wanted to take a look and didn't do anything else, Bao Shan easily believed it.

But how could the Sixth Prince control himself when a beautiful woman with half her clothes off and looking shy stood before him?

If the Sixth Prince used brute force, the pavilion was surrounded by people from the palace, and even if they heard Baoshan's cry for help, they would remain indifferent.

By then, the matter was done and Baoshan would be seen as a self-deprecating woman by others. Could she still trust the Sixth Prince so easily?

Baoshan twisted the handkerchief tightly in her hand, bit her soft lips tightly, and refused to speak.

Crown Prince Rong Zhao frowned and asked, "Do you think I have wronged Zhenyu?"

Bao Shan raised her sour eyes, clear water light filled her eye sockets, and she shook her head gently: "Your Highness, what you said makes sense..."

But such a cold attitude is really hard to accept.

Clear tears rolled down from her eyes, and the circles around Baoshan's eyes were red, as if she was a bullied rabbit, looking at her master eagerly, begging for her master's love.

Prince Rong Zhao frowned and looked at her, his palm moving slightly, but before he could stretch out his hand, the Sixth Prince who was waiting not far away hurried to Bao Shan, coaxing her softly and calling her "my darling". His hands were not idle as he took the handkerchief to wipe Bao Shan's tears.

The two men were close to each other, making Prince Rong Zhao, who was standing next to them, look like a villain.

Prince Rong Zhao walked away, leaving behind soft sobs and patient coaxing.

At three o'clock in the night, the dew became heavy.

A breeze blew by, and the eunuch leaning on the doorstep shivered.

The eunuch was feeling very sleepy. He stood up straight and looked into the hall. The candlelight was flickering, and a tall and graceful figure was still holding a book, and he had not fallen asleep yet.

The eunuch patted his cheeks to clear his mind. He walked up to Crown Prince Rong Zhao and advised him gently, "Your Highness, it's time to go to bed. Your health is the most important thing."

Prince Rong Zhao looked out the window. The night was as dark as ink, deep and gloomy. He placed the scroll back on the table, took off his outer robe, and went to bed. The candles in the hall went out, and the eunuch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Prince Rong Zhao lay on his bed, his eyelids closed, and sleep quickly washed over him like a tide. Prince Rong Zhao rarely dreamed. As the saying goes, "What you think about during the day, you dream about at night." Because he had no desires, he never dreamed.

But tonight was different. The originally white dream suddenly became bright.

Prince Rong Zhao frowned when he found himself standing in front of a familiar pavilion. When he saw the frail figure standing in the pavilion, he quickly realized that he was in a dream.

Even though his consciousness was in chaos, Prince Rong Zhao could clearly distinguish the difference between reality and illusion.

Unlike during the day, Baoshan was the only one in the pavilion, and the Sixth Prince was nowhere to be seen.

Baoshan turned her back to Prince Rong Zhao, her slender body trembling slightly, as if she was sobbing softly.

Prince Rong Zhao walked towards the pavilion, and the soft and weak voice gradually fell into his ears. Prince Rong Zhao became more and more convinced that Baoshan was crying.

He stood still in front of the treasure fan and said in a cold tone, "Don't cry anymore."

I had been crying for a long time during the day, and even my eyes were red from crying.

Prince Rong Zhao had no control over the treasured fan in reality, but when it came to the treasured fan in his dream, he did not hesitate at all and rebuked it in a cold voice.

The sobbing stopped.

Baoshan raised her head, her porcelain-white cheeks flushed with an unnatural color. Her skirt was half-pulled, revealing a soft, white complexion that was breathtaking. Unlike Baoshan during the day, she didn't bother to conceal her boundless, revealing beauty. Instead, she deliberately leaned sideways, making even the half-open skirt seem even looser.

The corners of Baoshan's eyes were a seductive crimson, full of tenderness and lingering affection. Her soft lips were like red fruit laced with poison. Although she knew it was poisonous, she could not resist the temptation and could only let herself fall into it.

Prince Rong Zhao had a cold expression on his face as he allowed the beauty in front of him to press her blood-red lips onto his cheek.

In the dream, Prince Rong Zhao felt the softness and delicacy of the slender white hands, as if they had no bones.

Prince Rong Zhao could easily break such a fragile hand with just a little force.

But it was precisely this soft and tender hand that guided Prince Rong Zhao's arm, wrapped around the waist that was as thin as a fan, and taught him how to caress it gently and how to love and cherish this body.

Prince Rong Zhao lowered his head and took in the tenderness he had seen briefly during the day. He had an excellent memory and memorized every shape, form and color of the thing in his mind, without missing a single detail.

Poor, ignorant Baoshan thought that his hasty covering could block the prying eyes. How stupid he was.

Looking at the boundless spring scenery, Prince Rong Zhao had no ripples in his heart. Like a puppet, he let the treasure fan guide him to explore and seek.

Bao Shan suddenly stopped, raised her blushing cheeks, looked at Crown Prince Rong Zhao, and said softly with a hint of grievance: "You... do you hate me..."

Prince Rong Zhao was slightly startled. With such a tone, the treasure fan would only be used on the Sixth Prince.

When facing him, Baoshan was trembling with fear and trepidation, as if he was some kind of monster that was going to eat her.

The originally calm situation suddenly turned into a raging wave.

Prince Rong Zhao tightened his arms like a hot iron, stroking Bao Shan's waist and holding her tightly against his chest.

Bao Shan looked at Prince Rong Zhao timidly. When she touched his red eyes, she became extremely panicked and stepped back repeatedly.

She wanted to escape and break free, but there was nowhere to retreat.

Outside, the night was quiet.

The full moon is as white as jade, emitting a warm silver luster. The moon is supreme and pure, yet it is like fluffy cotton, soft and tender.

Prince Rong Zhao saw the moon in his eyes and reached out to touch it.

The night is slightly cool.

The loose collar spread out more and more, and the white skin turned a faint pink when touched by the hot palm.

Prince Rong Zhao snuggled up to Bao Shan's ear, the coldness on his face completely disappeared, leaving only a confused consciousness and a confused mind.

The Sixth Prince exclaimed in shock, filled with intense anger: "You! What are you doing!"

When the dream is awakened, all the warmth, fragrance and softness become illusions.

It was already bright outside the window. Prince Rong Zhao was lying on the bed, his eyes dark and deep, yet exceptionally clear.

He clenched his palms empty, but there was nothing there, no moon, and no soft whiteness.

The scorching heat on my body had not yet dissipated, and intertwined with the slight coolness, it was an embarrassment that could not be ignored.

Prince Rong Zhao lowered his eyes. He naturally understood what had happened—he had a false thought.

The chief eunuch pushed open the door, and Prince Rong Zhao covered himself with a brocade quilt and said in a cold tone, "Get out."

The door was hastily closed. The eunuch was still frightened and dared not ask any more questions. He didn't know why Prince Rong Zhao suddenly became angry.