Chapter 124 World Five (Twenty-Six)

Bao Shan was filled with panic and uneasiness. The clothes had been found by the guards in public. Although she knew that the clothes were not hers, it was difficult to prove her innocence with just a few words.

The inner garment embroidered with lotus patterns seemed to carry a surging heat, making Baoshan's eyes hot. The area around her round eyes seemed to be stained with rouge, which was gorgeous and seductive.

Bao Shan bit her lips tightly, shook her head gently, and murmured softly: "This is not my underwear..."

She had the Sixth Prince, so how could she possibly have committed adultery? She just didn't know if this was a deliberate frame-up, or if the person who had an affair with the guard had used Bao Shan's bed as a safe hiding place, and therefore tucked her underwear under the soft pillow.

Baoshan's hair was slightly disheveled, with a few long strands of black hair covering her pale cheeks, making her look even more fragile and vulnerable. Seeing this pitiful appearance, Prince Rong Zhao's expression did not change, but he tightened his grip and his eyes became even deeper.

His voice was cold, like that of a dignified and impartial superior, showing no mercy to Bao Shan just because she was his brother's wife. "If there is no evidence, then you must deal with her according to palace rules."

Crown Prince Rong Zhao raised the thin paper in his hand and said pointedly, "Regardless of status, anyone who privately gives or receives something will be punished according to palace rules. Who wrote this letter?"

His eyes were dark and deep, like a hawk prowling in the darkness hunting, as if he could see through people's thoughts.

Being stared at like that, Bao Shan couldn't help but tremble. She had been about to speak the truth, but after hearing Crown Prince Rong Zhao's words, she hesitated. Bao Shan's mind was tangled with thoughts: she didn't understand the palace rules; she had only heard the guards conducting the inspection, searching the palace aggressively and whispering to each other.

If anyone was found having an affair, he would be whipped 100 times and driven out of the palace.

Baoshan lowered his eyes. The Sixth Prince's reputation had already been tarnished by his prolonged kneeling before the Emperor. If the accusation of "private dealing" fell upon the Sixth Prince as well, would the Emperor, in his rage, order him to be flogged as well?

Bao Shan frowned. The Sixth Prince had neglected martial arts training. According to palace rules, if he received a hundred lashes, he would probably lose his life. As for himself... let alone a hundred lashes, even a mere ten would be enough to make him die.

The inexplicable appearance of the inner garment and the obscene letter held in the hands of Prince Rong Zhao, one after another, left Bao Shan with no way to defend herself.

Prince Rong Zhao looked at her coldly, and when he saw Bao Shan's pale cheeks and trembling body, he guessed what she was thinking.

Palace rules forbid private transfers, but the Sixth Prince is a prince, and he and Baoshan are an engaged couple.

Even if they were too close, once it was known to others, they would only whisper a few words behind their backs. No one would dare to whip the Sixth Prince and the future Sixth Prince's wife according to the palace rules.

But Prince Rong Zhao had a cold expression on his face and did not answer Bao Shan's questions at all, allowing her to continue misunderstanding.

After all, he was the one who deliberately set up the trap by taking advantage of the guards' affair, so how could he be kind enough to comfort Baoshan's worries at this time.

Bao Shan's voice trembled as he explained weakly, "I wrote it myself."

Prince Rong Zhao opened his thin lips slightly and exposed her mercilessly: "You are lying."

The font is vigorous and powerful, and the strokes are unrestrained, obviously written by a man.

Bao Shan lowered her head in panic, not daring to look directly at Prince Rong Zhao. Her soft lips opened and closed as she quietly argued, "No..."

"First the letter, then the inner garment, all the evidence is clear.

If you are truly innocent, the Imperial Guards will naturally investigate thoroughly."

Prince Rong Zhao turned around and walked out of the courtyard. Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he wanted to call the guards outside the courtyard over.

Bao Shan could almost see the long, barbed whip falling on her, beating her all over. Her parents, saddled with the stigma of adultery, dared not even leave the house...

No, you can't.

Bao Shan felt a surge of courage in her heart, and her consciousness became confused and unclear. When she regained consciousness, her soft body had already fallen into Prince Rong Zhao's arms, and her arms were loosely wrapped around Prince Rong Zhao's strong waist.

Baoshan heard a soft, sobbing voice.

"I...I can prove it..."

Prince Rong Zhao looked down at her, his eyes revealing a depth that Bao Shan could not understand.

Being stared at by such a dark gaze, Bao Shan's body suddenly softened, and a bit of fear emerged in her heart. How could she rely on it to make Prince Rong Zhao trust her? Bao Shan felt sad and thought: Prince Rong Zhao disliked her to begin with, and I'm afraid he won't believe that she was wronged.

Baoshan closed his eyelids, loosened his arms, and tried to retreat.

The slender waist was caressed by a warm hand.

Even through the clothes, Baoshan could clearly feel the warm touch of the fingertips.

She opened her eyes, and in her clear eyes, she saw the elegant face of Crown Prince Rong Zhao. His shallow breathing fell on Bao Shan's ears.

"Okay, I'll see if you can prove it."

Baoshan brought Prince Rong Zhao into the inner hall, and the maids and eunuchs serving in the hall all left the courtyard together with the guards.

Now, in the spacious hall, there are only Bao Shan and Prince Rong Zhao.

Baoshan frowned, wanting to let Prince Zhao leave the inner hall and change into her inner clothes before proving her innocence.

But when she looked at Prince Rong Zhao's cold face, she didn't dare to say a word.

Given Prince Rong Zhao's temperament, being able to tolerate her proving herself was already a concession.

If she begged any more, Prince Rong Zhao would think she was asking for too much and would probably leave immediately in anger.

The slender, thick, black eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing the owner's uneasiness. Baoshan did not dare to make other requests and could only try his best to prove himself.

Her slender white fingers unbuttoned the collar of her clothes, and her long skirt fell softly beside her slender white legs.

There was no wind in the hall, but Baoshan felt a little cold, and her thin back trembled slightly.

The inner garment embroidered with lotus patterns was held in Baoshan's palm, and she put it on.

The red lotus birthmark on her fair and delicate skin and the lotus pattern on her inner garment, one above and one below, complement each other.

Baoshan's body trembled slightly, as if the clothes here were tailor-made for her.

Both the pattern and the size are perfect for her.

Through the screen, Prince Rong Zhao stood tall and graceful. He could see his slender and delicate body, from his long black hair to his small white toes, everything was clearly visible.

Such beautiful scenery is enough to make people dazed and full of evil thoughts.

But Prince Rong Zhao was neither anxious nor flustered, and stood there with a calm expression.

He does not run to the moon, the moon will come to him.

A thin layer of sweat beaded on Baoshan's upturned nose. The composure she had once maintained crumbled completely. This dress—it fitted her perfectly. How could she prove her innocence? Baoshan lowered her eyes, a glint of light in them. She bit her lip, and with trembling hands, she untied the ties at the back of her tunic.

Then she tightened her inner garment and drew up the laces at the back.

The originally tight-fitting inner garment suddenly became ill-fitting, and the undulations in front of the body became particularly obvious.

A sound came from behind the screen, like a silent urging. Baoshan gathered her dress, walked over to Prince Rong Zhao, and explained softly, "This dress is too small. It's definitely not mine."

Prince Rong Zhao frowned.

Baoshan's bare hands trembled as she slightly opened the dress draped over her shoulders, revealing her tight inner garment.

Baoshan lied, saying that the dress was tight on her, but she couldn't let others know, otherwise she would never be able to explain it clearly.

Because she told a lie, Bao Shan looked uneasy. She even turned her head slightly, not daring to look at Prince Rong Zhao, and her breathing became much more rapid.

Because of this, Bao Shan didn't notice at all that Prince Rong Zhao's increasingly scorching gaze fell directly on the undulating lotus birthmark.

Prince Rong Zhao's voice was a little hoarse: "It fits me very well."

Baoshan shook his hand, and the robe on his shoulders fell lightly to the ground.

The fear of flogging instantly overwhelmed all other emotions—shyness, uneasiness… Baoshan raised her head, her weak voice laced with a hint of pleading: “It doesn’t fit…”

In a panic, her arm, as smooth and warm as white jade, even touched the palm of Prince Rong Zhao.

Their skins were close, and both of them shuddered.

There was still a glimmer of light in Baoshan's eyes. The unusual warmth she felt on her skin made her eyes blank. Her lips parted and she said, "Your Highness..."

She staggered and tried to retreat backwards.

Prince Rong Zhao suddenly grabbed her arm, still with that cold expression, but this time with a hint of patience.

It was like a tightly stretched yet strained silk thread while embroidering, never knowing when it would break. His indifferent voice was tinged with a hint of muteness: "Are you trying to seduce me?"

The air was filled with a fragrant scent, not a cloying sweet one, but a fresh and elegant fragrance that came from the treasured fan.

Such a beauty before her, with her dazzlingly smooth skin, pure, innocent eyes, and a body that evokes a sense of fantasy... everything about her evokes enchanting thoughts. Only a saint or a heart of stone could endure such beauty.

Prince Rong Zhao thought that he was the latter, but now he realized that he was just an ordinary person.

Bao Shan then realized what a stupid thing he had done in his panic.

She was the future consort of the Sixth Prince, yet she appeared in front of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in dishevel.

And just now, she shamelessly let His Royal Highness take a closer look. She was truly acting wantonly and dissolute...

Round tears overflowed from Baoshan's eyes and were about to slide down in the next moment.

Her soft body suddenly fell forward and was embraced by Prince Rong Zhao.

The tears at the corners of her eyes were sucked away by Prince Rong Zhao before they could roll down.

The laces on the inner garment, which had been tightly gathered, suddenly snapped. It was unclear whether it was because they were stretched to their limit or because of the external force.

"Wow... Your Highness..."

Baoshan finally came to her senses from her initial confusion and shock. Her eyes were wide open, full of disbelief.

Prince Rong Zhao, who despised and hated her, actually embraced her and kissed her...

She is the future wife of the Sixth Prince, how can this be possible.

Bao Shan tried to get Prince Rong Zhao to let her go, but his hand was lying on her slender waist.

Not only did it not loosen at all, it became even tighter.

Baoshan's body was pressed tightly against Prince Rong Zhao's chest.

She wanted to break free from Prince Rong Zhao's arms, but she was too weak to do so.

Compared with Prince Rong Zhao, it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and it is of no use at all.

The hall was empty, Baoshan was wearing thin clothes, and the coldness made her shiver.

The warmth from Prince Rong Zhao made her subconsciously move closer.

A cool chuckle sounded, and Baoshan's cheeks flushed. Her soft lips had been taken away by Prince Rong Zhao, and she seemed to have become Prince Rong Zhao's puppet.

With her consciousness hazy and fuzzy, Bao Shan couldn't help but doubt herself: Was she really the one who seduced the Crown Prince? From the beginning, she just wanted to prove her innocence...

Prince Rong Zhao watched Bao Shan nestle softly against his chest. Her legs were so weak from his kisses that she could barely stand. Yet, she seemed to be lost in thought, preoccupied with other matters. His gaze was stern, and he wondered: Who or what is she thinking about? Could it be Rong Zhenyu? She was nestled in his arms, yet she was still thinking about the man beside her. She was truly distracted.

The mask of dignified courtesy he usually wore seemed to be completely torn off, revealing Crown Prince Rong Zhao's true nature - he was extremely domineering and barbaric. Even though he knew that Bao Shan was the unmarried wife of the Sixth Prince Rong Zhenyu, it was only natural that he missed him.

But Prince Rong Zhao felt a little jealous. He would not allow Bao Shan to openly miss someone else in front of him.

The lips were loosened, revealing the shimmering water and slightly swollen redness, which made people blush at the sight of them.

Bao Shan was able to breathe normally, and she defended herself: "Your Highness, I didn't seduce you, let me go..."

But her clear and soft voice sounded as if she was half-heartedly accepting but half-rejecting to Prince Rong Zhao's ears.

Not only did it have no deterrent effect, but it also further aroused the anger of Prince Rong Zhao.

——He let her go, and then, would she go find Rong Zhenyu, throw herself into Rong Zhenyu's arms, sob softly and complain about Rong Zhenyu's brother.

How did the current Crown Prince bully her?

Prince Rong Zhao lifted Bao Shan's chin, as if stalking his prey, and carefully examined Bao Shan's face. The picturesque eyebrows and eyes were all tainted with his own breath.

He leaned over again and gently licked the delicate neck like combing the fur of a wild animal.

Prince Rong Zhao's body stiffened slightly, and his deep gaze deepened as he looked at the crimson lotus birthmark.

He savored the lotus carefully, and the moon was in his heart, eyes and mouth.

Although the lotus is small, its petals are soft and delicate, which is hard to find in the world.

Baoshan had already collapsed in Prince Rong Zhao's arms, unable to struggle free at all.

Prince Rong Zhao leaned over slightly, put his arms through Bao Shan's knees, picked up the beauty horizontally, and walked towards the bed.

Two shy blushes appeared on Baoshan's cheeks. Although the tears at the corners of her eyes had been sucked away by Prince Rong Zhao, they still shimmered with a charming brilliance.

She had no strength left in her body. The figure in front of her became blurry and unclear. She whispered softly, "Zhenyu, I didn't..."

Prince Rong Zhao gripped her waist tightly and said coldly, "I'm not Rong Zhenyu, I'm Rong Zhao."

The beauty was placed on the soft couch, looking so pitiful that it made people feel soft in their hearts.

Prince Rong Zhao stroked her soft black hair and said calmly, "I already believe in your innocence."

On the screen, there was a flickering shadow, I couldn't tell if it was a candlelight or a human figure.

The screen made of gauze concealed the boundless spring scenery, the charming views, and the intimate words.