"That's fine. That's fine."

Before they knew it, the two had been playing chess for an hour.

"Your Highness, it's getting late. It's time to go to bed."

Jun Zechen nodded slightly.

Su Jingyao's delicate face was slightly flushed, like a pink peach, sweet and attractive.

Jun Zechen didn't know why she suddenly blushed, so he could only wait for her to speak.

Su Jingyao was in a state of confusion. After struggling for a while, she finally mustered up her courage and said softly, "Your Highness, let me undress you."

Jun Zechen frowned slightly when he heard this, and almost subconsciously refused: "I will do it myself."

Su Jingyao's face instantly revealed a deep sense of loss, and a hint of hurt flickered in her beautiful eyes.

She whispered softly, "I have overstepped the bounds. I know that Your Highness despises me. After asking today, I will not ask again. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

Jun Zechen stared at her pitiful and injured appearance, and couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity in his heart.

His lips parted slightly, "That's not what I meant."

He himself couldn't explain why this happened. Perhaps he had long been accustomed to Ling Yue being around him, and he would always subconsciously reject other women.

However, looking at the woman's lowered head in front of him, he felt a little distressed.

He seemed to be rejecting her all the time. Was he being too cruel to her?

"Your Highness, there is no need to comfort me. I understand. If Your Highness does not need my service, I will..."

"Didn't I say I don't need your service? How can a concubine be so unruly?"

Jun Zechen's gaze fell on the woman with her head lowered, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Su Jingyao raised her head in astonishment, blinked her big watery eyes, and showed a confused look, obviously not understanding his intention.

Then, Jun Zechen closed his eyes and slowly opened his arms.

When Su Jingyao saw this, she knew that the man accepted her approach, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

She took a step forward and almost leaned into Jun Zechen's arms. Her small hands gently fell on his waist and began to untie his belt, then hung it on the exquisite yellow flower, li grass and dragon pattern hanger beside the bed.

After finishing all this, she returned to Jun Zechen again. Her small hand was as light as a feather. It gently fell on Jun Zechen's chest, slid slowly along his chest to his shoulders, and gently took off his outer robe.

When Jun Zechen felt the woman's touch through his underwear, his body involuntarily became a little stiff.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was trying to restrain something, and never opened them.

Until the woman took off all his clothes, leaving only his underwear.

After Su Jingyao hung up her clothes neatly, she stood lightly in front of the man.

Jun Zechen is tall, and the woman has already gently taken off the outer veil.

Although the tube top-style skirt is of ordinary style, perhaps because of the woman's graceful curves that are particularly attractive, Jun Zechen stared at her from top to bottom, with a barely perceptible fluctuation in his eyes.

As if he was deeply attracted, yet a little uncomfortable, his eyes flickered unconsciously, sometimes wandering, sometimes fixed.

Su Jingyao raised her head slightly, and gently hooked one of the man's fingers with her onion-smooth jade fingers.

Jun Zechen's body trembled instinctively and he wanted to shake her off, but the woman's heartbreaking look of loss and hurt just now flashed through his mind, and he forcibly suppressed the urge.

She is the daughter of a wealthy family who has been pampered and has never suffered any injustice. Now that I always reject her again and again, will she cry secretly when no one is around?

When Su Jingyao saw that he did not refuse, a barely perceptible joy flashed across her face, and a hint of shyness moved in her eyes.

She took light steps, took his hand, and slowly led him to her dressing table.

"Your Highness, please sit down for a while and wait for me, okay?" Her voice was soft and gentle, like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

Jun Zechen looked at her with a little confusion, not understanding what she was up to, so he had to sit obediently in front of her dressing table.

He casually glanced at himself in the mirror, then his eyes moved away and fell on her exquisite dressing table.

This dressing table is carved from a whole piece of fine pear wood. The table top is filled with a variety of small jars, exuding a faint fragrance.

Su Jingyao walked into the room again lightly. Miaoyun and Miaoxue each carefully carried a basin of water.

Miaoxue carefully placed the basin at the prince's feet, and then gently took off his shoes.

Jun Zechen naturally put his feet into the basin, enjoying the perfect comfort.

Then, Miaoxue carefully placed another basin on the cabinet next to the dressing table and retreated silently.

"What are you keeping in suspense?" Jun Zechen's voice was filled with curiosity.

"Just now when I was playing chess with His Highness, I was a little close to His Highness and accidentally noticed that His Highness had a little black eye. I think it must be because His Highness has been busy with government affairs recently and did not get enough rest."

"I have some excellent beauty ointment here. Can I apply some on you?" Su Jingyao's tone was gentle and her eyes were full of concern.

Jun Zechen was slightly startled, showing a look of surprise, then nodded slightly to show his agreement.

Su Jingyao elegantly took a purple jar from the dressing table and carefully scooped out an appropriate amount of ointment with the back of her onion-like nails.

Then she bent down slightly, and with gentle and delicate movements, like a breeze, she gently applied the ointment under his eyes.

The two were so close that Jun Zechen could even clearly hear her soft breathing, as if a warm spring breeze was blowing past his ears.

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