"No, no, Jinghua, you're overthinking it. I'm just afraid I won't be able to resist the urge to molest you. You know, I've always been... cough, lustful."

She's come clean; she's a sucker for good looks and that's all there is to it.

The eagle sitting outside the carriage grimaced, his taut face contorting in a sharp grimace. The princess's lust for beauty was probably common knowledge throughout the entire palace.

After all, ever since the princess grew into a young woman, she spent her free time wandering around the palace.

One day, he saw a beautiful palace maid and stared at her intently. The next day, he saw a handsome young eunuch and stared at him intently as well.

Even the patrolling imperial guards, and even the princess's personal bodyguards, couldn't escape the princess's clutches. She tore off the black cloth and looked them over completely.

Just thinking about his subordinates, looking incredibly wronged and pitiful as they returned to report this matter to him, made Changying feel a headache and a chill.

"Sisi only calls me Jinghua when he's coaxing me." Nanrong Jinghua lowered his eyelids, a faint sense of reverie surrounding him.

Helian Si: "!"

"No, Jinghua, please let me explain. I just feel... I just feel that calling you by your name directly like this is a bit inappropriate..."

Helian Si felt extremely uncomfortable. He moved closer to Nanrong Jinghua, lowered his head, and spoke softly, like a child admitting his mistake.

"What's wrong?" Youlan's soft voice sounded from above, causing Helian Si to lower his head even further.

"This...this...hmm?"

Suddenly pulled into an embrace, Helian Si looked up in a daze, only to be met with the magnified, godlike face of the handsome tutor.

"Jinghua, aren't we...aren't we getting a little too close?"

Helian Si's voice was barely audible, his nostrils filled with the unique, faint, and refreshing fragrance emanating from Nan Rong Jinghua.

The scent, once inhaled for a while, became intoxicating. A few strands of silver hair fell onto Helian Si's face as Nanrong Jinghua leaned closer, causing a slight itch.

Helian Si subconsciously reached out to brush it away, but his hand was unexpectedly grasped by Nan Rong Jinghua's palm. He looked up innocently.

The deity's face suddenly loomed closer, and Nanrong Jinghua's high, straight nose gently brushed against Helian Si's nose, his warm breath soft and shallow.

"If you wish to molest me, I will simply comply. Why should you dodge me?"

Helian Ci's beautiful peach blossom eyes widened slightly, but before he could react, his lips were covered by a pair of cool, thin lips.

The kisses of handsome scholars are always light and gentle, just like those of others. Yet, it is precisely this tenderness that allows one to become intoxicated by it without even realizing it.

After the kiss ended, Helian Si, like a bullied kitten, blushed and obediently let Nanrong Jinghua hold him in her arms.

The curve of Nan Rong Jinghua's thin lips deepened as his fingertips gently caressed Helian Si's delicate, flower-like red lips.

The silver light flickered slightly, and the unusual red color returned to normal. He was about to meet Ah Sheng's father, the Emperor, and could not be impolite.

"Sisi, are you reminiscing?"

For some reason, seeing Ah Sheng so quiet and well-behaved for the first time, Nan Rong Jing Hua suddenly felt a bit amused.

"No, Jinghua, don't talk nonsense!" Helian Si was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger and denying it, his face turning bright red in an instant.

Nan Rong Jinghua chuckled softly, her gentle voice carrying an indescribable magnetism that was exceptionally alluring.

As for the long eagle, which was isolated by the immortal magic, it knew nothing about it.