"Greetings, Your Highness."
Chunhong bowed and quickly ran out and closed the door.
Fu Mingchi looked at the graceful figure in front of the window tenderly and lovingly, and walked towards her step by step.
"Wan'er seems to have a deep resentment towards me." Fu Mingchi leaned on the windowsill, supported his chin with both hands, and looked at her with a smile.
Seeing this person suddenly appear in front of her, Ye Wanshu felt indescribably flustered.
"When did His Highness come back?" Ye Wanshu deliberately avoided his gaze and calmly picked up the tea bowl beside her and took a sip of tea.
Just as he was about to put the teacup back, the back of his hand was gently pinched.
Fu Mingchi slowly moved forward, and without warning, the corner of his seductive lips touched her wet lips and kissed her gently.
"In this way, can Wan'er's resentment towards me be reduced a little?" Fu Mingchi asked with a faint smile.
The sudden provocation made Ye Wanshu feel a little overwhelmed.
"Has he been escorted back?" Ye Wanshu nervously avoided the question.
"Do you really want to see him?" Fu Mingchi jumped in lightly and hugged her up suddenly. There was a hint of resentment in Mo Ran's eyes.
"I don't want to hear Wan'er mention him again."
Ye Wanshu hooked her arms around his neck, stared at him quietly, and bit his lips tentatively, a cold breath blowing against her face.
"My prince is even jealous of him now?" she quipped in a low voice.
Fu Mingchi placed her on the bed and stroked the calloused scars on her wrists, his eyes becoming extremely deep and complex.
"I hate him for hurting my Wan'er so badly, yet he still claims to be deeply affectionate. I am angry that he repeatedly causes my Wan'er heartache and sadness, yet he is irresponsible and constantly puts you in danger."
"So I want him to live a life worse than death, and to atone for the sins of those he killed." Whenever Ye Wanshu thought of that bastard, she was still filled with indignation.
Seeing this, Fu Mingchi felt particularly distressed.
Gently kissing the corner of her eye, Fu Mingchi said softly, "Listen to Wan'er."
Ye Wanshu smiled slightly, quickly moved to the side, then patted the empty space and hooked him to lie down beside her.
The two of them sat facing each other in silence. As she gazed into his twinkling eyes, Ye Wanshu spoke frankly, "Fu Mingchi, I heard that it was Ji Yunze who saved the Concubine Dowager and Yuezhou this time. A few days ago, when I entered the palace, His Majesty mentioned him and expressed his intention to summon him back to Lin'an. However, His Majesty still wanted me to ask for your opinion."
"Him," Fu Mingchi pinched her cheek nonchalantly, replying calmly, "I'm looking forward to his return, but this scholar is particularly fond of Qizhou. Before leaving, he came to Huizhou specifically and swore to defend Qizhou for the court, saying that he would not return to Lin'an until all the pirates were eliminated."
"It seems Master Ji has truly made progress and has let go of his obsession." Ye Wanshu rested her head against his chest, feeling relieved. "Fu Mingchi, Your Majesty has no selfish motives in keeping him. The court is in need of talented individuals right now, and Your Majesty wants to retain some valuable talent for you."
Fu Mingchi smiled faintly: "Wan'er is worried that I will harm him, right?"
Ye Wanshu pursed her lips and shook her head.
After all, he was someone left behind by the emperor. If Fu Mingchi really had the intention of harming him, it would probably make His Majesty lose face and feel disheartened.
"Wan'er, don't worry. This prince has always been broad-minded and won't bother with a scholar." Fu Mingchi curled his lips and said word by word, "This prince will treat him well."
After hearing this, Ye Wanshu's heart finally settled down.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, but after asking Ji Yunze, she asked Chu Yin, Mu Qingqing, and A Ni for no reason. She asked almost everyone she knew, but didn't mention Fu Mingchi at all.
This made him extremely anxious. Fu Mingchi gently placed his index finger on her soft lips, a hint of resentment in his eyes: "Wan'er seems to have lost the desire to flirt with me today."
Ye Wanshu was stunned. Looking at his fiery gaze, she suddenly remembered the time when they first met in Yuezhou.
At that time, I was really unscrupulous in front of him, but now I have restrained myself a lot.
"Then, my little geisha." Ye Wanshu pressed against his chest, a wicked smile on her lips. "His Majesty is eager to meet the heir apparent. I am ordered to sleep with you. Do you intend to disobey?"
It had been a long time since he had seen her in such a nonsensical state. Fu Mingchi found it difficult to adapt for a moment and his body trembled slightly. He looked into her watery eyes, which were filled with genuine affection that he had never seen even in his dreams. She looked into his eyes with a smile.
Although Wan'er always made him feel helpless as if she was being flirted with, compared to her repeated restraint and suppression in the Gu family, Fu Mingchi preferred her now, where she could freely release her true nature.
His palms suddenly felt warm, and Fu Mingchi, in order to accommodate her, held her waist tightly and replied with a faint smile: "Then my princess, how many princes of the next generation do you plan to let His Majesty meet?"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned over, pressed her under him, and looked at her with a tender gaze.
"I......"
Ye Wanshu felt a burning sensation at the base of her ears, and was so nervous that she suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
After living two lives, her biggest regret is that she doesn't have her own children.
Her soft lips gently bit his earlobe, her fingers silently pinched his firm chest. Ye Wanshu murmured softly, "Of course there can only be one crown prince, but I also want one to fight for you, one to take care of my household affairs, and even better, one to accompany us on our travels."
Fu Mingchi counted and said, "That's at least four."
At this point, he frowned tightly: "I don't want my Wan'er to suffer so much."
Ye Wanshu hurriedly shook her head, "My courtesan, my young master, is naturally beautiful. Of course, I can't let down such a fine bloodline."
After saying that, his fingers moved down restlessly.
"Wan'er, you..." Fu Mingchi was stunned.
Having grown up in a palace where people value self-discipline and respect for propriety, she thought she was bold enough now, but she didn't expect Wan'er to be even more unscrupulous. She really didn't lie to herself, she was indeed not an ordinary girl.
Faced with the sudden ferocious beast, Fu Mingchi seemed a little weak and his breathing became rapid.
"Wan'er, stop making trouble..."
As soon as Fu Mingchi opened his mouth, Ye Wanshu said, "It is difficult to disobey the emperor's will," and suddenly pulled down the curtain and rushed forward fiercely.
After a long, deep kiss, the whole room became warm.
Outside, there was white snow and a biting cold wind, but inside the house, the sun was shining brightly, and the red tent was filled with a thick, surging fragrance that was hard to dissipate.
Chunhong and Xingtao, who were guarding outside, secretly eavesdropped on the noise inside the house for a while. Halfway through, they couldn't stand it anymore and ran away with blushing faces.
Half an hour later
Inside the hazy gauze curtain, Ye Wanshu pressed weakly on the "Oiran's" extremely strong arms, and suddenly felt regretful for her previous impulse.
Just as I took a deep breath exhausted, I heard a numbing and low voice calling me.
"Again?"
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