Chapter 125 World Five (Twenty-Seven)

In the dim morning light, the spring scenery is fully revealed on the soft couch.

Bao Shan gathered the quilt in front of her, but it couldn't hide the mottled red marks on her delicate skin, especially the crimson lotus birthmark, which was covered with a shimmering watery light. The petals, once unfurled, were now curled together. Bao Shan was alone on the soft couch, and the unbridled pleasure she had just experienced seemed like a dream. But the lingering warmth beside her was a constant reminder that everything she had experienced all night was no dream, but a reality.

She, she actually did something so intimate with the Sixth Prince's brother, the current Crown Prince...

Baoshan's face was pale, drained of all color. She had always been a girl raised in the boudoir. Suddenly faced with such a situation, she was flustered and unsure what to do. She pulled the quilt closer, obscuring her features, revealing only a pair of misty eyes. She closed her eyelids, trying to escape it all. But the pain radiating from her slender waist, the warmth on her body that clearly didn't belong to her, kept replaying images of intimacy in her mind.

——The storm is coming, with violent winds and heavy rain.

Across the high vermilion wall, the Sixth Prince once again threw the new toys he had collected into Baoshan's yard. This was a skill he learned from a clay figurine maker at a stall in the capital, and he made two clay dolls with his own hands.

This pair of clay dolls, shaped like Bao Shan and the Sixth Prince, were made from the same clay and painted by the Sixth Prince himself.

The Sixth Prince remembered the joke made by the clay figurine maker, and felt extremely sweet in his heart: We are made from the same piece of clay, which means you are in me and I am in you.

The Sixth Prince was eager to share his joy with the precious fan behind the high wall.

Baoshan hadn't replied to his letter for a long time, and the things sent behind the red wall seemed to have fallen into the deep sea, without a sound. Thinking of this, the Sixth Prince could not hide his loneliness on his face.

But soon, the Sixth Prince found a reason of his own: Baoshan was gentle in nature, and even when he was close to her, she was extremely shy. She probably thought that he was too bold to throw things at her, so she did not dare to reply.

The maid brought two clay figurines to Baoshan. Baoshan took them and stroked them carefully. From their appearance and posture, it was clear who the figurines were modeled after.

Compared with the rough and casual postures of the male clay dolls, the female clay dolls are more delicate. The complex colors on their dresses are carefully painted without any scratches.

This is a rare opportunity for the Sixth Prince, who has very little patience, and it is enough to show how much he cares about it.

Bao Shan looked at the two little clay dolls, and her eyes suddenly flushed crimson. Seeing this, the palace maid whispered a reminder: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has instructed that crying is harmful to your health, young lady..."

Since leaving that day, Prince Rong Zhao replaced all the palace maids and eunuchs in the palace, and all of them became Prince Rong Zhao's people.

During these days, Baoshan had not seen Prince Rong Zhao, but she understood Prince Rong Zhao's nature from the palace maid's "instructions" - he was so domineering that even when he was not in the palace, he still used the palace maid's mouth to control her words and deeds.

Seeing the palace maid about to take the clay doll away, Bao Shan reached out to stop her, her voice soft and pleading, "I want to see the Sixth Prince."

The maid bowed her head: "This is against the rules."

Baoshan did not make things difficult for her, knowing that this was an order from Prince Rong Zhao, and how could a little palace maid disobey it?

Bao Shan looked at the two clay dolls cuddling together, her eyes trembling slightly as she spoke softly, "I won't go see the Sixth Prince. I'll leave this clay doll here, okay?"

Her voice was originally soft and gentle, and she lowered it deliberately at this moment. Anyone who heard it would be moved. The palace maid's palms trembled, and hesitation flashed in her eyes.

But the maid quickly regained her composure and said calmly, "It's better for the girl not to keep things belonging to other men."

Baoshan had no choice but to let go.

The Sixth Prince was waiting behind the red wall, unwilling to leave. His heart was full of anticipation. He wondered what expression Baoshan would have when she saw the pair of clay dolls. She would surely blush, whisper his name, and then carefully put the clay dolls away.

The gate of the courtyard opened, and the Sixth Prince stood up straight immediately. However, to his disappointment, the person who came out was not the weak figure he had been thinking about day and night, but a palace maid in palace dress.

The palace maid walked up to the Sixth Prince and returned the clay doll intact.

"The palace rules are very strict. Your Highness, please don't embarrass the young lady."

The Sixth Prince clenched the clay doll in his hand. The beauty he had longed for was behind the high wall.

The Sixth Prince longed to follow his impulsive nature, storm into the courtyard, embrace Baoshan, feel her soft body, and whisper in Baoshan's ear, "Have you missed me these days?" But the palace maid's calm voice echoed in his ears, and the Sixth Prince ultimately did not set foot in the courtyard. He thought to himself: Baoshan is his principal wife. After they get married, she will be by his side day and night.

If he rushed in rashly now, the precious fan would only be talked about by others and would be a loss of face.

The Sixth Prince left with a gloomy look on his face, and halfway through, he met Crown Prince Rong Zhao.

The Sixth Prince was filled with grievances, and at this moment he did not care about the person in front of him, as it was the high and mighty Crown Prince, and he poured out all his frustrations.

"Your Highness went to see Miss Yao again?"

Prince Rong Zhao responded in a deep voice.

The Sixth Prince's face was filled with envy. He had always competed with Crown Prince Rong Zhao, but he had never won, and he had never shown such an expression before. But now, because Crown Prince Rong Zhao could see his future Crown Princess every now and then, he was extremely envious: "If they could get married soon, it would be great."

At that time, it would be natural for him to want to see his wife, and who could stop him?

Prince Rong Zhao said nothing, but just lowered his head and looked at the clay doll of a woman in the Sixth Prince's hand. His expression became increasingly cold, and his tone was slightly chilly.

"It always works out."

The Sixth Prince thought that Prince Rong Zhao was talking about him, and nodded slightly.

When they reached the bank of Yangliu River, the Sixth Prince had regained his spirits. Even his fingers were filled with love as he carefully traced the face of the clay doll of the woman.

At the corner, a figure suddenly appeared and knocked the two clay dolls in the Sixth Prince's hands to the ground.

The Sixth Prince hurriedly picked up the clay figurine of the woman and found tiny cracks on it. He frowned and said in a cold voice, "Who is so blind as to do this?"

Yao Chunru said gloomily, "Sixth Prince."

Seeing that it was the future Crown Princess, the Sixth Prince's frown didn't relax at all. He said calmly, "Miss Yao."

Naturally, he couldn't blame Yao Chunru, so he could only ask a craftsman to repair the clay doll.

But Yao Chunru stopped the Sixth Prince. She seemed oblivious to the impatience on his face and asked urgently, "Sixth Prince, have you ever seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince being intimate with any woman in the palace?"

The Sixth Prince blew the dust off the clay figurine and shook his head, saying, "No."

After saying this, without waiting for Yao Chunru to continue asking questions, the Sixth Prince left in a hurry.

Yao Chunru stood there in a daze, with a confused look on her face. She was puzzled: it was clearly a done deal, and Prince Rong Zhao was very satisfied with her, so why did he suddenly want to cancel the engagement?

When Yao Chunru first heard this, she almost couldn't maintain her dignified expression. She pinched her palms, forced a smile, and asked softly which woman Prince Rong Zhao had taken a fancy to. She was not jealous, so she would just welcome that woman into the palace.

However, Crown Prince Rong Zhao had a cold expression and a chilling tone: "You are a suitable Crown Princess, but I don't want to be suitable."

Yao Chunru didn't understand the meaning, but she would never give up the position of Crown Princess.

It was as if there was a voice telling Yao Chunru from somewhere: Prince Rong Zhao was hers, and the Crown Princess was also hers, and all this was destined and irreversible.

When Prince Rong Zhao walked into the inner hall, Bao Shan was sitting on a round stool with a blank look in his eyes.

Compared to that day, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and her waist, which was already very thin, became even thinner and more fragile.

Several palace maids surrounded Baoshan, telling her some interesting stories in the palace, trying to make the beauty smile.

Bao Shan was soft-hearted and knew that these palace maids were ordered to please her. She couldn't bear to see the palace maids trying so hard to please her, so she smiled faintly, but there was even more sadness in that smile.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The palace maids noticed Prince Rong Zhao and all bowed to greet him. Bao Shan also wanted to bow, but before she could bend down, Prince Rong Zhao touched her waist.

The burning touch brought back bad memories for Bao Shan, and she trembled. But Prince Rong Zhao stretched out his long arms and held her in his embrace, unable to break free.

Upon seeing this, the palace maids hurriedly and quietly left the inner hall.

Prince Rong Zhao believed that some things that one longs for day and night would be discarded like a worn-out shoe once one obtains them.

For the sake of his own delusion, he did not care about the consequences at all and forcibly turned the treasure fan into his own.

He would find such a body boring after getting it.

However, that soft, lingering feeling seemed to be connected to his flesh and blood, unable to be separated. He would not stop after a brief taste, but would only sink deeper and deeper. Prince Rong Zhao couldn't tell whether his lingering affection for the person before him was due to affection or a momentary obsession.

No matter which one it is, Prince Rong Zhao will not let the treasure fan leave.

He chose Yao Chunru as the Crown Princess because she was good at everything and was qualified for the important role of Crown Princess.

Now, he wants the treasure fan, but the treasure fan has a soft nature.

No matter who becomes the Crown Princess, she will be tortured.

In that case, why not let Baoshan be his Crown Princess?

Prince Rong Zhao held the treasure fan on his legs, opened his lips, and sucked on the treasure fan's white, tender and smooth earlobe, his voice a little unclear.

"Today I will ask for your permission to make you the Crown Princess. The marriage must be completed as soon as possible. After all, I wanted you for a long time, and I'm afraid you were already pregnant with my child."

Prince Rong Zhao thought that Bao Shan should be happy. After all, being the unfavored wife of the Sixth Prince was more important than being the powerful Crown Princess.

But Baoshan's body trembled slightly, and her soft hands gently pushed Prince Rong Zhao's chest.

Her breathing was unstable, but her resistance could be clearly heard in her voice: "No, don't... be the Crown Princess..."

Baoshan doesn't want to be the Crown Princess.

Prince Rong Zhao's eyes were stern, and he pursed his thin lips tightly: "Don't want to?"

His voice seemed to be icy and cold, "Do you still want to be the Sixth Prince's consort?"

The precious fan's feathery eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of shimmering light.

Her aggrieved look made Crown Prince Rong Zhao even more angry—

Becoming his woman and intending to be Rong Zhenyu's main wife is really great!

Prince Rong Zhao was aware of every move that took place in the courtyard.

Prince Rong Zhao already knew the whole story of the Sixth Prince sending the clay doll.

His large, hot palm restrained Baoshan's waist. Seeing Baoshan's absent-minded look, he said in a cold voice, "Are you thinking about Rong Zhenyu, or—the clay doll he gave you?"

Bao Shan shuddered and looked up at Crown Prince Rong Zhao. His scorching gaze fell on her cheek. Bao Shan said weakly, "No."

How could Prince Rong Zhao believe it?

Scenes from the past suddenly appeared in his mind.

Rong Zhenyu and Baoshan were whispering to each other, and they were having a very pleasant conversation.

Rong Zhenyu walked with the treasured fan, greeting him like a married couple...

A fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat, and Prince Rong Zhao forced himself to endure the pain in his heart.

Bao Shan hadn't noticed it yet, and she didn't dare to dream of the position of the Crown Princess. She was the Sixth Prince's wife, and suddenly becoming the Crown Princess would definitely cause controversy.

More importantly, she didn't want to marry Crown Prince Rong Zhao. As for Rong Zhenyu... Bao Shan's eyes dimmed. She had given her body to Crown Prince Rong Zhao, so how could she marry Rong Zhenyu?

Bao Shan explained softly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is a celestial being. I am of humble status and it is difficult for me to...

Moreover, Miss Yao is both virtuous and beautiful, and she and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are a perfect match, truly..."

"shut up!"

Baoshan didn't dare to say anything more.

Prince Rong Zhao's expression became increasingly cold, and he was thinking: The precious fan is not worthy of him, but is it worthy of Rong Zhenyu?

He lifted Baoshan's chin and kissed her hard.

He wanted Baoshan to know that Baoshan had no other place to go except by his side, including Rong Zhenyu.