Extra: The Old Story of the Royal Palace (Part 7)
Xiao Chenglan went out today for something, and Jiang Yingli stayed alone in the back garden.
She likes it there because the flowers and plants there were all planted by her, and she feels very familiar and close to them.
So, she couldn't help but start to daydream in the familiar place.
There was one thing that she found very strange. Ever since she entered the palace, she had been sleeping on the prince's couch for ten days.
Both the mother and the teaching nanny said that they would try their best to keep the prince's heart and let him come to her courtyard more often.
But she doesn't seem to have a yard.
Did the prince forget to assign her a courtyard, or was it like this for the first few days?
Should she ask? Otherwise, sleeping with the prince all the time would be too inappropriate.
Jiang Yingli made up her mind to ask tonight.
At dusk, Jiang Yingli welcomed Xiao Chenglan back to the mansion at the gate.
This was the first time the prince went out since she entered the mansion, and it was also the first time she stood at the door waiting for him.
The housekeeper lit the lantern under the eaves with a candle, and the candle emitted a warm light.
Jiang Yingli looked up at the gently spinning lantern. The warm light shone on her face, making her eyes look even more innocent and lovely. Her clear eyes were filled with light and sparkled.
This was the scene Xiao Chenglan saw when he returned home.
He sat in the carriage, looking at his young wife through the curtain, feeling extremely fulfilled and grateful in his heart.
Fortunately, he took that desperate step that day, otherwise he would never have the chance to see this scene in his life.
Xiao Chenglan left home early today, and Jiang Yingli was looking forward to his return after not seeing him for a day.
However, out of shyness, when she saw him get off the carriage and walk straight towards her, she unconsciously took two steps back, grabbed Qiuxia's sleeve, and tried to hide behind her.
Xiao Chenglan saw Jiang Yingli timidly hiding half of her body behind Qiuxia, and then looking at him with her lips bitten.
He was so touched by the cuteness of this action that he couldn't help but curl his lips.
He walked a few steps away and stood still, holding out his hand to her.
"Come here, come to this king."
Jiang Yingli had never been able to refuse such a gentle voice. She walked over blankly and took his hand. Then, in an instant, she was held by that big hand. It was very warm, just like the aura emanating from his body.
Xiao Chenglan took Jiang Yingli's hand and returned to the main courtyard.
After dinner, Jiang Yingli, who had been struggling for a long time, finally raised her questions.
"My Lord, shall I still live with you tonight?"
Xiao Chenglan never thought Jiang Yingli would ask this question. He was stunned for a moment, his tone a little unnatural: "You... don't want to live with me?"
Jiang Yingli didn't expect Xiao Chenglan to understand it in this way. She was a little anxious, so she took two quick steps towards him and held his hand.
"No, I do. I want to live with the prince, but I'm afraid it's against the rules."
Xiao Chenglan was stunned for a few seconds, his ears turned red, and he nodded.
"There are no rules. Since you want, you can live with me forever."
Now it was Jiang Yingli's turn to blush.
It was clearly out of consideration for propriety and rules, but why did it seem like she was relying on the prince?
How embarrassing.
Jiang Yingli lowered her face, staring at the embroidered shoes on her feet until they were almost worn out.
Looking at Jiang Yingli who was obviously shy, Xiao Chenglan felt a sense of pleasure that was very unfamiliar to him.
He couldn't help but reach out and stroke her warm face with his palm.
With a little force, the red face was lifted up by the strength of his hand.
Looking at Jiang Yingli's shy and well-behaved appearance, Xiao Chenglan suddenly realized something.
She and he had worshipped their parents, drank the wedding wine, and got married, and they had become husband and wife.
This meant that he could do anything to her, not just hold her hand, but also hug her, kiss her, and even the most intimate things, just like he had thought or dreamed of before.
With this thought in mind, his desire swelled instantly. His eyes gradually dimmed, and his thumb involuntarily stroked Jiang Yingli's cheek.
Jiang Yingli sensed something unusual in this action. Looking at Xiao Chenglan, whose aura seemed like a completely different person, she felt a little scared and called out weakly.
"Your Highness..."
This sound brought back Xiao Chenglan's frantic sanity, and finally, the action of gently stroking her cheek turned into brushing away the loose hair on her forehead.
He only placed a kiss on her forehead, extremely gentle, but enough to make both of their hearts beat deafeningly.
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