I really like Chapter 27.
Chi Ying searched the treasury and, considering that the weather would become increasingly hot in spring and summer, finally chose a light and soft cloud-like silk to use as the material for embroidering the eye veil for Prince Zhao.
This cloud-like silk is a thin silk woven from raw silk, but it is lighter and more delicate than ordinary silk. When it is placed on the skin, it has a slight coolness and feels very comfortable.
Chi Ying herself was very tempted.
He held her in his arms every night, and her shame made her feel hot all over, as if she were wrapped in a stuffy steamer. She was too embarrassed to say she was hot, otherwise he would slip his hand inside her clothes, his cool ring tracing every part of her body, and ask her seriously if she was cold...
She really didn't want to recall that feeling of being torn between ice and fire.
If nightgowns were made from such a cool and refreshing material, the nights would be much more comfortable.
But this cloud silk is truly precious. It is said to be a tribute from Jiangnan, and only a small portion was given to the nobles in the palace. It is very difficult to buy on the market.
She had no intention of using the valuables in Prince Zhao's treasury, so she certainly wouldn't be so extravagant as to use such precious material to make clothes for herself, unless it was for Prince Zhao and Consort Zhuang... Wait, a thought suddenly occurred to her, why not use this cloud silk to make a nightgown for Prince Zhao?
King Zhao wanted a gift of thanks, right? What if he wasn't satisfied with just the veil and turned around to make things difficult for her elsewhere? It would be better if she took the initiative to do something else to shut him up.
Besides, he almost always holds her to fall asleep every night, so making this nightgown for him would help her cool down while she holds him.
Chi Ying then began to work on it.
The veil was quick to make, but the excessive embroidery made it lose its lightness. Chi Ying only embroidered two swastika patterns at the ends of the ribbon.
The swastika symbol has the meaning of light and good fortune. Although she did not want to be married off, she now walks on thin ice every day. But to be fair, King Zhao is not bad to her. He is much better than the sinister and bloodthirsty figure she imagined. Her fears are just the result of her own guilty conscience. She also hopes that he will be safe and healthy and regain his sight.
The sleeping robes did not need to be tailored to fit the body; they were simply cut according to the measurements of the sleeping robes that King Zhao usually wore, and then decorated with simple auspicious cloud patterns. It did not take much time.
On the day of handover, Chi Ying first took out the silk eyeglasses and handed them to him.
"This is made of cloud silk, pure white, with a soft and cool texture. I wonder if Your Highness likes it?"
Yan Xuecui gently stroked the smooth texture of the silk eyeshadow with her fingertips, feeling naturally satisfied. However, when she brushed over the swastika pattern at the end of the eyeshadow, her knuckles paused slightly.
Chi Ying also felt a sudden jolt in her heart.
Is she being arrogant?
Blind people are sensitive, so will patterns with auspicious meanings of light trigger painful memories for them?
Will he think she's making fun of him?
Chi Ying stared at his face with trepidation.
Fortunately, after a moment, King Zhao regained his smile and said in a calm and clear tone, "Tie it for me."
Chi Ying breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."
A silk veil covered her face, its soft, smooth texture brushing against her eyelashes, as light as a feather. The ribbon concealed the emptiness in her eyes, and a cool, refreshing sensation spread through her.
Yan Xuecui clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, feeling the silk ribbon slowly being tied around the back of his head. The girl's fingertips inevitably brushed against his earlobes and temples, leaving a faint fragrance.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and the blood surged beneath her skin as they touched, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through him.
Chi Ying was completely unaware, and she fastened the knot herself, tidied the ties that had fallen on her back, and then secretly looked at him. She saw that the thin silk made his features look more refined and handsome, and his sky-blue robe was bathed in the soft sunlight, as if he was surrounded by a layer of light and clear light.
While she was still in a daze, the man gently grasped her fingers.
Yan Xue smiled and asked, "Does it look good?"
Chi Ying blushed slightly, unsure whether he was referring to the silk or the person, and said softly, "Your Highness is elegant and refined, like a divine being."
As soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his grip on her palm slightly, as if to pull her close to him.
Chi Ying suddenly panicked and hurriedly said, "I...I have another gift to give to Your Highness."
Yan Xuecui stroked her fingers, and after a long while, finally slowly let go.
Chi Ying then brought over the nightgown, saying, "This cloud-silk is an excellent material. I used the remaining fabric to make a nightgown for Your Highness."
Yan Xue stroked the neatly folded nightgowns on the tray, a smile playing on her lips: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your trouble."
He paused for a moment and then said, "Would you like to help me change my clothes?"
Chi Yingxiu stared wide-eyed. His tone was too casual, without any hint of romance, as if helping him put on his nightgown and tie his eye veil was just a simple matter.
“I…” she hesitated for a moment, “I have already washed it. If Your Highness wishes to try it on, you may take a bath before wearing it.”
Yan Xuecui pursed her lips: "Alright, as Your Highness wishes."
Chi Ying turned to call someone to prepare water, and then heard him say behind her, "Your Highness, why don't you come with me to the clean room? After all, you sewed this nightgown yourself, so if the size is not right, you can make adjustments in time, right?"
Chi Ying: "..."
She always felt that this person was trying to tease her, but every time he managed to leave her speechless and only able to do as he said.
Well, what can she do when he's a prince? She'll just have to do whatever he says.
It wasn't that she hadn't seen him naked before; she had only been married into the family for a few days when she changed his dressing.
Fortunately, he always bathed himself, so there was no reason for her to serve him when she arrived.
The clean room was filled with white mist. Chi Ying waited behind the screen, listening to the clear sound of the hot spring water. She kept her eyes down, seemingly wanting to stare a hole through the nightgown in her hand.
As soon as there was a splash on the water, Chi Ying tensed up instantly. She heard him get up from the water, take a few steps, pick up a towel from a wooden shelf to wipe his body, and then hear the rustling of clothes.
After a moment, he paused and called out to her, "Your Highness?"
Chi Ying took a deep breath, steeled herself, and stepped forward with her nightgown in hand.
The screen was shrouded in mist, preventing a complete view, but as she drew closer, she could no longer ignore the man's tall and imposing figure. Fortunately, he had already put on his underpants, and as for his exposed upper body... she could only squint and try to minimize her field of vision.
But fate had other plans. He was so focused on not looking at him that he didn't notice a puddle of water on the ground. Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he fell forward uncontrollably.
However, the expected pain of knees hitting the ground did not come. Instead, her waist suddenly tightened as the man caught her and pulled her close.
"Does Your Highness not want to watch where you're going, or does she not want to look at me?"
Her voice still carried a languid, low hue, characteristic of someone who had just taken a bath, sending shivers down your spine.
Still shaken, Chi Ying opened her eyes to find the man's naked body staring straight into her vision.
Even if she pretended to be blind, it was hard to ignore the lean, firm, and well-defined muscles. A drop of water slid down from her Adam's apple, across her strong and muscular chest, and then rolled down along the sharp and deep grooves of her waist and abdomen until it disappeared into her waistline... Chi Ying looked away as if she had been electrocuted.
Even when she bandaged his wounds back then, or helped him relieve his discomfort this morning, she never dared to stare directly at his body. Why was she staring at those water droplets today? She felt both annoyed and ashamed.
The man's burning palm was still pressing on her lower back. Chi Ying swallowed and said in a trembling voice, "I didn't notice the water stains on the ground just now. Thank you, Your Highness... I'll help you change your clothes."
Yan Xuecui slowly withdrew her hand, "Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."
Chi Ying suppressed her turbulent emotions, carefully steadied herself, and was about to help him change his clothes when she noticed that there were still some water droplets on his collarbone and chest, which put her in a difficult position.
Considering that he was blind and there were some areas she couldn't reach, she felt guilty about pretending to ignore it, so she said, "Your Highness, there are still some water stains on your body. Let me wipe them for you."
Yan Xuecui: "Okay."
Chi Ying took the handkerchief off the bamboo rack, clenched her fingers, and resignedly opened her eyes to gently wipe the wetness from his chest.
The moment the handkerchief touched him, the man's breathing became noticeably heavier, and his full, firm chest rose and fell slightly. Chi Ying suppressed her trembling hands and forced herself to wipe him down.
Some water droplets clung to his raised old wound. She held her breath, softened her touch, and gently pressed the handkerchief between her fingertips to clean it.
Normally, he always appeared as a refined and aloof prince, but now that he had removed his outer robe, the crisscrossing scars came into view, and she realized that he had also been a general who had fought countless battles and bled profusely. Beneath his elegant and noble exterior lay a ruthless and stern nature.
Chi Ying wiped the water droplets off his upper body, breathed a slight sigh of relief, took the folded nightgown from the tray, and carefully helped him put it on.
The clothes were based on his old ones, so the measurements were pretty much the same. The snow-white silk hung smoothly and flattered his muscular lines perfectly.
She had just come out of the bath, and her body was still warm, so she didn't tie her clothes too tightly. Her clothes were loose, revealing a small patch of her slightly red chest, which gave her an indescribable handsome and charming appearance.
She pursed her lips: "How does Your Highness feel? Do you feel any tightness?"
Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, her forehead resting on his shoulder. Chi Ying gasped as the man leaned closer, his hot breath already on her lips.
"The princess's nightgown is very nice, I like it very much."
Chi Ying's heart pounded, her voice barely a whisper: "If Your Highness likes it, then I..."
Before she could finish speaking, her slightly hot lips unexpectedly covered hers, swallowing up all her unfinished words.
He had thought about it for a long time, and a fire was burning in his heart. If he hadn't still had his reason, how could he have allowed her to slowly wipe his chest and change his clothes at such a leisurely pace? Every moment he could endure it was a torment to his will.
Chi Ying was taken aback by the sudden kiss, but the slight pain quickly brought her back to her senses.
Unlike yesterday's brief encounter, and unlike the time she was drunk, when she was almost completely unaware, she could now feel with perfect clarity the burning heat between the man's lips and the irresistible force.
The initial sucking and biting were not gentle, but instead, it became an invasion, with the tip of the tongue invading, grinding, and closely chasing and entwining with her, the kisses being turbulent and urgent.
Chi Ying felt the air growing thinner, and tears welled up in her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes and saw his slightly reddened eyes, his thick, long eyelashes almost brushing against her cheeks.
She was still standing on tiptoe, her legs feeling as if all the strength was being drained away, and all the support came from the large hand placed on her lower back.
She could no longer breathe, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. She struggled instinctively, and only then did the man slowly stop his assault.
Chi Ying, panting heavily against his chest, felt numb, as if she had lost the ability to think. Her body was limp, with only the lingering sensation of being devoured between her lips and teeth.
Yan Xuecui's palm remained on her waist, feeling the trembling of every inch of her skin. Suddenly, she lowered her eyes, as if "looking" at a certain place. "If Your Highness keeps squeezing like this, you'll tear my nightgown."
Chi Ying belatedly realized what was happening and quickly released her grip on his chest, only to find that the fabric had been deeply wrinkled from her grip, leaving her extremely embarrassed.
Yan Xuecui kindly explained, "It's not that I don't want you to hold it, it's just that this nightgown is the first garment that the Princess Consort sewed for me by hand, and I cherish it very much."
Chi Ying turned her face away in embarrassment.
Sensing her reluctance, Yan Xue hugged her tighter again and said gently, "Let's kiss again, okay? I'll go slower this time."
His forehead touched hers, his warm breath brushing against her cheek. Chi Ying's face quickly heated up, and she couldn't resist it. She nodded in a daze.
Yan Xue Cui slowly leaned down, gently stroking the back of her head, and lightly pressed her lips to hers.
This kiss was incredibly long, unlike the urgent invasion just now. All the sucking and caressing were slowed down infinitely. He used his lips and tongue to carefully trace the shape of her lips, sucking and biting them gradually, as if he wanted to engrave every lip line in his heart.
Chi Ying tried her best to cooperate with him and started to breathe whenever she could find a gap, so that she could hold on for a little longer.
The cleanroom was already stuffy and humid with thin air, and the kissing went on for a long time. She quickly became dizzy and subconsciously reached out to hug his waist, and began to whimper uncontrollably.
Yan Xuecui seemed to be ignited by this sob, his hands gripping the back of her neck, his kisses instantly becoming erratic.
Chi Ying could no longer hold on and almost collapsed in his arms.
Having no other choice, he could only plead, "Your Highness...didn't you say you wanted to tell me when you felt unwell? I...I really can't breathe..."
Startled by her words, the man paused slightly before slowly pulling himself out of his reverie. Reason returned, but his body still held her uncontrollably, their chests heaving and their heartbeats clashing.
After a long while, both of them gradually calmed down.
The clean room needed cleaning and water changing, so Chi Ying had to help him out.
Yan Xue urged her to go back to her room and asked if she wanted to come along. Chi Ying shook her head, "I'm going outside for some fresh air. I'll take a bath in a bit."
Yan Xuecui smiled and said, "Mm."
He turned around, then, as if remembering something, asked with concern, "Is there any redness or swelling today?"
Chi Ying glared at him awkwardly, unwilling to answer such a question, and stammered, "I... don't know yet."
If there is no redness or swelling, he will definitely take advantage of the situation and kiss you a few more times. But if you say that there is swelling, you will inevitably be teased by him and kiss other places.
Chi Ying took a breather and then went to another clean room.
She had just felt something unusual in her lower body. She thought it was her period, so she took off her clothes and took a peek. There was a small patch of warm water stain there.
Chi Ying bit her lower lip. The intimate whispers and the sudden, forceful kiss just now, the suffocating feeling she had just experienced, made her feel scared whenever she thought about it, yet she couldn't help but blush and her heart race.
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