While Prince Chen and the Crown Prince were vying for supremacy in the martial arts arena, Xue Shen was recuperating in the Wenhe Hall.
He didn't go to the martial arts arena, and naturally Shen Youying couldn't go either. So one of them rested in bed with her eyes closed, while the other quietly did needlework beside him.
In the afternoon, the guard who had ridden back to the capital yesterday to retrieve the elixir returned.
Xue Shen carefully took a pill from the brocade box and swallowed it. He also ate some nourishing medicinal food. His complexion looked much rosier, and his expression was not as gloomy as it had been yesterday.
Shen Youying placed the embroidery frame aside and looked at him with concern: "What does Your Highness think?"
Apart from drinking a bowl of herbal soup yesterday, Xue Shen refused to take any more medicine under any circumstances, stubbornly enduring the pain until the guards brought him the pills.
She was actually a little worried about the effectiveness of the pills.
Seeing her looking worried as she stood guard over him, Xue Shen propped himself up with his arms and beckoned to her, "Your Highness, come sit here."
Shen Youying, who was originally sitting on a chair by the bed, had no choice but to get up and move to the edge of the bed to sit down.
Before she could even sit down, Xue Shen grabbed her waist and pulled her over.
Shen Youying gasped in surprise, barely managing to brace herself against Xue Shen's sides to avoid collapsing completely onto him.
She looked up and met Xue Shen's maliciously upturned lips.
"Whether I'm good or not, Your Highness will know for sure once you try me out."
Xue Shen's gaze was deep and unfathomable. He gripped her waist with one hand and pressed her down, pressing her tightly against him, while his other hand caressed her lips.
Shen Youying's lips felt wonderful to the touch—full and soft, and they would bounce back when pressed down slightly.
Xue Shen seemed oblivious to Shen Youying's slight resistance, continuing to press and caress her with relish, even inserting his fingertips to touch her warm, wet tongue.
Shen Youying wanted to struggle, but she didn't dare to make it too obvious. She was very tense, with tears welling up in her eyes, as if she would burst into tears at any moment.
Xue Shen narrowed his eyes slightly, withdrew his finger, and leaned over to kiss her lips.
Shen Youying trembled, startled, and tried to push him away, but Xue Shen grabbed her wrist, rendering her unable to move.
Her eyes were wide open, and large tears fell, landing right on Xue Shen's lips.
Xue Shen then gently sucked away her tears, his movements becoming softer, as if to soothe her: "Why are you crying? We are husband and wife, it is perfectly reasonable for us to consummate our marriage." He licked away the tears on her face, then kissed her lips, pecking at them lightly or heavily for a moment. Noticing that Shen Youying's struggles had weakened, he released her wrists and explored her lower back with his palm.
Shen Youying shuddered, her body stiffened, and she bit her lip to stop herself from struggling.
Xue Shen stared intently at her, seemingly pleased with her expression. He then gently kissed her earlobe before saying in a hoarse voice, "This pill is potent and also has some aphrodisiac effects. Is the Princess so resistant because she is unwilling?"
When he asked the question, he stopped and placed his warm palm on Shen Youying's sensitive waist.
Shen Youying didn't dare to look him in the eye, but her body gradually went limp.
Xue Shen is right. They are a married couple who have formally bowed to heaven and earth. It is perfectly reasonable for Xue Shen to want to consummate their marriage.
Shen Youying buried her face in the crook of his neck and said in a muffled voice, "I'm just a little worried about Your Highness's health."
Xue Shen chuckled and kissed her reddened ear.
Shen Youying kept her eyes closed the whole time.
Xue Shen's movements were very gentle, which made her vaguely recall that time at the Zhou family's villa, when he had also comforted her with such tenderness and care, giving her a pleasure she had never tasted before.
As she collapsed, drenched in sweat, Xue Shen abruptly stopped moving.
Shen Youying looked up in a daze, staring at him with a puzzled expression, as if asking him why he had stopped.
Xue Shen raised his hand to cover her eyes and whispered, "Don't look at me like that, or you won't be getting off this bed today..."
The voice beside my ear was low and deep, and warm breath blew into my earlobe, like countless ants crawling inside, both itchy and hot.
Shen Youying felt a slight warmth in her body and shrank back slightly, ticklish.
Xue Shen held her down, telling her in a deep voice not to move: "I'll let you off the hook today, but it won't be like this again after we return to the capital..."
This means we will stop now.
Shen Youying huddled in Xue Shen's arms, her face flushed, not daring to look up. After their earlier fooling around, she was only wearing a loosely hanging undergarment, while Xue Shen was fully clothed, though his robe was open, revealing a large portion of his chest.
She might accidentally touch it, and her skin would be burning hot.
The excessively high temperature caused a sensual scent to rise from the bed curtains, making Shen Youying's cheeks even hotter. She couldn't stay there any longer and could only move cautiously, trying to tidy up her disheveled clothes.
But as soon as he moved, someone next to him pressed him down and scolded him in a slightly stern tone, "What are you twisting for? Want more?"
Shen Youying's face flushed instantly, and she couldn't help but retort in a low voice, "I want to go back to the side hall to bathe..."
After moving to the Wenhe Hall, she temporarily stayed in a side hall due to Xue Shen's health condition.
Xue Shen seemed to chuckle slightly, but ultimately didn't continue teasing her.
"Go."
Shen Youying then sat up, walked past him, picked up the clothes that had been thrown off the bed, put them on haphazardly, and then ran away in a hurry with a flushed face.
After she left, Xue Shen slowly composed himself, his gentle expression vanishing. He took out a bone flute whistle and blew it.
A moment later, a man dressed as a eunuch came in carrying tea.
He locked the doors and windows before stepping forward to bow: "Your Highness."
Xue Shen got off the bed and found another set of eunuch clothes that had been prepared beforehand to change into, while the eunuch had already quickly changed into his undergarments. The two were similar in build, and the man let his tied-up hair down to cover his face. At first glance, he looked seven or eight parts like Xue Shen.
Xue Shen changed his clothes and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he instructed, "The princess will most likely not come again, but if she does, have Wang Deshun tell her that the effects of the pill have worn off and she is resting. She will not approach."
"yes."
Xue Shen glanced at the messy bed again, recalling the voluptuous woman he had just slapped, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he said, "Tell Wang Deshun to change the bedding to a new set."
Having said that, he dressed in ordinary eunuch clothes, picked up the teapot on the table, slightly hunched his shoulders and lowered his head, opened the door and went out.
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