Chapter 110: Departure Day
The flickering candlelight illuminated the inner room with warmth, but in front of the enormous rosewood wardrobe, the atmosphere was tense.
"Brother Aye, look at this!"
Dongfang Yuning picked up a moon-white brocade men's suit with great interest. The fabric was thin and crisp, embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns, and a jade belt of the same color was worn around his waist. He looked very dashing.
"How about this one? It's convenient for walking, sitting, or lying down, and it's also very handy for fighting! It's a battle robe tailor-made for this princess!"
Next to him, Nangong Ye leaned against the door frame, his tall figure, his dark nightgown accentuating his broad shoulders and long legs. He looked at his little princess's sparkling eyes and the men's suit in her hand, which was clearly made for her. His brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed helplessly, his deep eyes filled with unwavering doting.
He walked over, his slender fingers gently brushing the smooth fabric, and then, with his warm fingertips, he accurately scratched Dongfang Yuning's straight little nose. The action was intimate but also a little punitive.
"Naughty boy."
A deep and mellow voice sounded, with a hint of helpless smile,
"My princess, why are you wearing men's clothes? Huh?"
Dongfang Yuning's nose was tickled by his scratch, and she giggled and tried to shrink back, but his other arm firmly wrapped around her waist, making her unable to move.
She simply raised her little face, speaking confidently and with a cunning glint in her eyes:
"Of course I'd like to be your brother, Your Highness! Hahahaha... good brothers fighting side by side on the battlefield! Just thinking about it makes me excited! Prince Yong and his handsome sworn brother, what a cool combination!"
[118! Look, look! Am I so handsome in men's clothing? Am I even more handsome than Brother Aye?]
She was going crazy in her mind @ the system.
The system replied after 118 seconds, the electronic sound tinged with excited wavy lines:
[Host! Gorgeous as hell! This handsome young man with a jade face! With this look and this aura, he's definitely the most powerful general in the capital (fake)! Wear this and you're guaranteed to charm every young lady in the city! The prince's jealous alarm has been sounded! Beep beep beep!]
[Hahaha! This is exactly what I want! Sisters become brothers, so exciting!]
The villain in Dongfang Yuning put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly.
"brother?"
Nangong Ye's tone rose dangerously. The arm around her waist suddenly tightened, and with irresistible force, he instantly pulled her into his broad chest. His warm breath sprayed on her sensitive ears and neck, stirring a slight shudder.
"Ning'er wants to be brothers? Hmm?"
His voice became low and hoarse, with a kind of magnetic temptation, and his deep eyes locked with her, filled with strong emotions and a hint of dangerous possessiveness.
“Hmm…”
Dongfang Yuning's heartbeat quickened due to his sudden movement and breath, and her cheeks flushed. Her bold words were instantly interrupted.
"I...I was just saying..."
Before he could finish his words, he was blocked by a hot and domineering kiss.
This kiss was different from the usual gentle and lingering one. It had a hint of punishment and was filled with a strong possessive desire. Nangong Ye's lips and tongue attacked her, forcefully absorbing her sweetness. The kiss was deep and heavy, as if he wanted to rub her whole body into his bones and blood.
"Um...Aye...Brother..."
Dongfang Yuning was kissed by him and gasped repeatedly. Her whole body became weak and she could only cling to his strong arms weakly, like a vine wrapped around a big tree.
Her mind went blank, and all the cross-dressing brothers were thrown out of her mind. All that remained was the refreshing and pleasant scent from his body and the dizzying entanglement between her lips and teeth.
As they kissed, the hands that had originally only restrained her waist began to become restless. Their lightly calloused fingertips, through the thin nightgown, lingered and caressed her slender, sensitive waistline and soft back, sending tiny electric currents through her body that made her shiver.
Her clothes had become disheveled without her noticing, her moon-white men's clothing casually thrown on the polished floor. Under the candlelight, her skin was as white as jade, radiating an alluring glow.
Nangong Ye's kiss gradually moved down, landing on her graceful collarbone and round shoulders, leaving ambiguous red marks.
"What do you want to do? Huh?"
He panted, his voice was extremely hoarse, his burning eyes lingered on her with undisguised desire,
"Are we still brothers?"
Dongfang Yuning was already confused and lost in love, her watery eyes were misty, and she could only utter broken sobs. Her small hands weakly pushed away his chest, but it seemed more like an invitation that she wanted to refuse but also wanted to accept.
"No... no... Brother Aye... I was wrong..."
She begged for mercy in a soft and charming voice.
Nangong Ye chuckled softly, his eyes dark as the night, finally unable to bear it any longer. He lifted her up with his strong arms and strode towards the bed covered with a soft quilt.
The flickering red candles and the draped curtains created a secluded and intimate space. Tiny moans and suppressed gasps intertwined, and the temperature continued to rise.
The night was still long, enough for Prince Yong to use his actions to completely convince his little princess who wanted to wear men's clothes and pretend to be his brother, and let her understand that she could only be his wife and his only love.
In the end, Nangong Ye contentedly hugged his little wife, who had been eaten dry by him and was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes.
Looking at her like a sated yet tired kitten, curled up in his arms, her fair skin covered with the marks he left, his heart was filled with great satisfaction and tenderness.
He lowered his head and placed a tender kiss on her sweaty forehead.
"Be good, go to sleep."
He coaxed softly, holding his arms tighter.
"Tomorrow...you can wear whatever you want."
There was a hint of indulgence and a subtle compromise in his voice. Whatever, as long as she's happy, the worst that can happen is... I'll just have to keep a closer eye on her.
The little person in his arms seemed to have heard it, and rubbed against his chest unconsciously, found a more comfortable position, and fell asleep with a sweet smile on his lips.
[118: Ding! The host's 'Brother Plan' encountered the Prince's card 'Forced Correction Procedure' and failed! However, he obtained the Prince's card 'Permission of Indulgence' x1! The Men's Travel KPI has been achieved! Congratulations! (The system plays the "Conquer" background music)]
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Imperial Palace, Hall of Supreme Harmony Square, Departure Day
Three days later, early morning.
In front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, flags fluttered, armor gleamed brightly. The elite troops of the Yan Kingdom, about to march to the front lines, lined up in formation, a solemn and murderous aura reaching the sky.
Emperor Nangong Yu, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, personally saw the army off.
Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian, clad in silver armor and looking regal, knelt at the foot of the imperial steps. Emperor Nangong Yu personally adjusted his helmet, his gaze grave, filled with the emperor's expectations and a subtle hint of worry.
"Godson, the journey is long and the battle is dangerous. Remember, a commander should be calm and steady, and act only after careful planning. Father is in the capital, awaiting good news of your triumphant return!"
He paused, his eyes seemingly casually glancing at the white figure not far away who was looking around excitedly. He lowered his voice and added earnestly,
"Also... you should hold your aunt in a tighter position! Tell her... not to be so impulsive and think twice before doing anything!"
The Queen, Dongfang Qiwu, was standing beside her. She was dressed in a phoenix robe, looking elegant and graceful, but there was also a deep worry between her brows. She looked at her little sister, who was dressed in men's clothes and was jumping around, and couldn't help but sigh. She earnestly instructed the prince:
"Cheng Qian, your aunt is still young and has a lively personality. This is also her first time experiencing such a situation. You should persuade her more and keep an eye on her. Don't let her go too far."
She was too embarrassed to say something like "Don't let her have too much fun and treat the battlefield as a testing ground."
Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian was in tears, but his face was calm and resolute:
"Father, don't worry, Mother! I will remember your teachings and fight bravely to live up to your trust! As for my aunt..."
He took a deep breath and made a promise.
"Your son will pay more attention! The emperor's uncle is here too, so... there shouldn't be any major problems!"
The last sentence made him feel guilty.
The corners of Emperor Nangong Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and he complained madly in his heart:
[The Imperial Uncle is here? Ha! Your Imperial Uncle is now a complete henpecked henpecked man! It's a wonder he can control himself!]
He dotes on that girl to the point of wanting the stars rather than the moon, and he almost gives her his heart as a snack!
Expect him to control Ning Yaju from acting impulsively? It's good enough if he doesn't follow her into the fray! I think it's hanging in the balance! Very hanging in the balance!]
Prince Nangong Chengqian wailed inwardly:
[Alas! Father, you've revealed the truth! Who can stop my aunt?! She's carrying a box of Cornetto and Strawberry Bombs!]
The Emperor's uncle's eyes in front of her... are enough to make you tear! Never mind, I'll do my best! I just hope that my aunt can have fun, but don't surprise the allies too...]
"The auspicious time has arrived! The army is marching—!"
The ceremonial officer's high-pitched voice echoed throughout the square.
The heavy horns blared, like the roar of an ancient beast. The army began to move slowly like a black torrent.
When the procession reached the majestic gates of the capital, the citizens, who had long heard the news and were eagerly waiting, crowded both sides of the road, their cheers, blessings, and farewells deafening.
However, when the figure riding a horse beside Prince Yong Nangong Ye at the front of the team clearly came into everyone's sight, the whole scene instantly... exploded!
Dongfang Yuning was indeed wearing that moon-white men's suit! His black hair was tied up high with a jade crown of the same color, revealing his smooth and full forehead and exquisite profile.
The wide-sleeved, waist-cinching brocade robe accentuated her figure, as tall and straight as a bamboo. Her androgynous face shone brightly in the sunlight, making her look like a handsome young man straight out of a painting! Her aura, a blend of elegance and boldness, was simply captivating.
After a brief silence, there was a crazy scream from a woman that was enough to overturn the city wall!
“Ah ...!!! It’s Princess Fuxing!!!”
"Oh my god! The princess looks so beautiful in men's clothes!!!"
"Jade-faced young master! My heart is about to stop!!!"
"Princess! Princess, look here!!!"
"He's so handsome! Ten thousand times more handsome than the top scholar in the novels!!!"
"Princess! I want to give birth to a baby for you--!!!"
Screams rose one after another, each wave louder than the last. Countless handkerchiefs, sachets, flowers, and even freshly bought buns and sesame cakes rained down on the "Jade-faced Young Master" on horseback! The scene was, for a moment, both chaotic and... passionate.
The veins on Nangong Ye's forehead began to throb! The hand holding the reins tightened instantly, and the knuckles turned white.
The air pressure around him dropped sharply, and his cold gaze swept across the overly excited girls and wives like a physical blade, scaring many of them into silence instantly, but the fanaticism in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
118! 118! Did you see that?! Did you see that?!
Dongfang Yuning sat on the horse, trying hard to maintain the elegant demeanor of a handsome man, but the villain in his heart was already dancing wildly.
What is popularity? What is charm?! This damn, uncontrollable charm! Hahaha! The young ladies in Beijing have such good taste! Menswear YYDS!
System 118 was even more excited, its electronic voice breaking with excitement:
Host! Host! High energy ahead! Charm value report! Fangirl index explodes! The 'Beijing's No. 1 General Attack (fake)' persona is completely established! Ahhhh! Host, be careful! A purse embroidered with mandarin ducks is flying towards you!
There's still half a candied haws! Host, run away! (System launches virtual barrage: awsl! Sister, kill me! Princess, look at me! Brother, marry me!)]
Nangong Ye: “…”
He felt his temples throbbing furiously. Listening to the smug conversation between his little princess and that noisy system in his mind, and looking at the enthusiastic eyes around him that were about to pounce on him, a nameless anger mixed with a thick layer of jealousy surged into his head.
Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian was a little behind them, watching this farewell scene that was more chaotic than a war, listening to the deafening screams, and feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart:
[Sigh... Just tell me, who can hold my aunt back? We haven't even left the capital yet, and the situation is getting out of control... The emperor's uncle's expression... Tsk tsk, so scary.]
Just when another sachet embroidered with twin lotus flowers was about to hit Dongfang Yuning's face, which was a disaster to the country and the people, Nangong Ye finally couldn't bear it anymore!
He stretched out his arms as fast as lightning! Under the gaze of the crowd, he grabbed the young man with a jade face who was still showing off on the horse next to him!
"ah!"
Dongfang Yuning felt dizzy and his scream was stuck in his throat. He had already landed steadily in front of Nangong Ye and was held tightly in his arms!
On the tall black horse, Nangong Ye, dressed in the dark prince's uniform and with a cold and stern aura, held in his arms an incredibly exquisite "boy" dressed in moon-white men's clothing.
The young man seemed to have not yet reacted. His eyes widened slightly, his long eyelashes fluttering, and his cheeks were slightly flushed (from the excitement just now). This scene was so shocking!
The entire city gate, inside and outside, fell into an eerie silence in an instant.
The next second, screams ten times more terrifying than before erupted like a tsunami!
“Aa ...
"The prince is holding the princess!!!"
"Oh my god! What a match! Such a perfect match!!"
"The domineering prince and his handsome young master!!"
"I'm dead! I'm dead! This scene!!"
"The prince is so handsome! The princess is so beautiful! Together! Together!!"
“Wuwuwu… I’m dying of knocking!!”
Dongfang Yuning was stunned:
[118! What…what’s going on?!]
System 118 has gone crazy:
[Host! Host! The CP topic exploded! The annual masterpiece is reserved! The domineering war god prince x the jade-faced and charming young man! This visual feeling! This tension!
Absolutely amazing! Host, look at the prince's expression! His possessiveness is overflowing! He's a real jealous king! (System crazy screenshots + filters + pink bubble effects)]
Nangong Ye listened to the increasingly frantic screams around him and the cries of "be together" and "what a good match", and then looked at the ignorant yet slightly excited (? ) eyes of the little princess in his arms, and the veins on his forehead jumped even more happily.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to freeze everyone into ice sculptures. He just hugged the person in his arms tighter and wrapped her tightly with his wide cloak, leaving only a pair of big eyes that were rolling around and full of the desire to watch the fun and not mind getting involved.
He ignored the deafening screams and those burning gazes, kicked the horse's belly, and shouted in a deep voice:
"drive!"
Like an arrow shot from a bow, the black steed, carrying the two tightly embraced (physically), rushed out of the city gate first, leaving behind an even more frantic wave of screams, the crown prince's disheveled figure in the wind, and soldiers who were injured from trying so hard to hold back their laughter.
Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian held his forehead with his hand:
[It's over... I can't explain this at all. My aunt's men's clothing... is way too effective.]
In the capital, the people who witnessed the whole process, especially those who loved storytelling, all had their eyes lit up.
"Did you see that? Did you see that? Prince Yong is robbing a beautiful young man right in the street!"
"What beautiful boy! That's Princess Fuxing disguised as a man!"
"That's not important! What's important is the look in the prince's eyes! The movement! Tsk tsk tsk!"
"Right, right, right! It's like the words in the book have come true!"
"The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with Me (Male Version)?"
"Quick! Write it down! We've got new storytelling material! It's definitely going to be a hit!"
Thus, on the first day of the Yan army's march, the legend of "A Few Things That Prince Yong Had to Say About His Royal Highness and Princess Fuxing in Cross-dressing" spread across the streets and alleys of the capital at a speed ten times faster than the march, adding an extremely... joyful touch to the upcoming war.
On the march
The army marched along the broad official road. Nangong Ye still held Dongfang Yuning in his arms and rode on the same horse. Although she had protested that this would undermine her dignity as a young prince, her protest was ineffective in the face of the prince's cold face and absolute power.
Dongfang Yuning was playing with the straps on Nangong Ye's cloak out of boredom, chatting with System 118 in his mind.
[118, do you think that scene at the city gate just now will become a hot topic in Beijing?] She was very proud.
System 118:
[Host! More than just a trending search! It's a blast! '#Prince Yong grabs someone at the city gate#', '#Princess Fuxing goes crazy in men's clothing#', and '#Yening CP's amazing pictures go viral#' take the top three spots! Host, you're the top streamer! The walking traffic code! (The system displays a virtual trending search list)]
【Hehe, keep a low profile. 】
Dongfang Yuning is falsely modest.
[By the way, are my 'Strawberry Bomb' and 'Cornetto' packed? Keep a close eye on the logistics carriage! Those are the 'local specialties' we prepared for Fuying!]
System 118:
[Host, rest assured! Your 'Crash Landing on You' meal and 'Awakening in the World' gift pack have been specially escorted by the prince's personal guards, with a safety rating of SSS+! We guarantee they'll be delivered fresh and hot to Fuying's doorstep! (System simulates express logistics diagram)]
【That's good! 】
Dongfang Yuning nodded with satisfaction, and then thought of something.
[By the way, Brother Aye seems to still be jealous? Look at his face, it's still tense.]
System 118:
[The Jealous King is truly jealous! Identification complete! Host, haven't you noticed? Ever since you put on this men's attire, the Prince's grip on your waist hasn't loosened. Don't be too obvious about your assertion of sovereignty! Just now, a few daring soldiers stole glances at you, and were nearly frightened off their horses by the Prince's glare! (System playback of the Prince's death stare.gif)]
[Poof!]
Dongfang Yuning almost laughed out loud, quickly covering her mouth and secretly looking up at the man's cold and hard jawline behind her. Her eyes rolled and her evil intentions rose again.
She turned slightly to the side and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with a hint of coquettishness:
"Brother Aye, are you still angry?"
Nangong Ye lowered his eyes and looked at her with deep eyes, but said nothing.
Dongfang Yuning continued to act like a demon, and her small hands quietly scratched his tight waist:
"Don't be angry~ Look, I'm your little brother now. Brothers are like brothers, so you have to protect me more!"
Nangong Ye's body stiffened when she tickled him, and the arms around her waist suddenly tightened, almost embedding her into his body.
He lowered his head, his hot breath spraying on her sensitive earlobe, his voice dangerously low and hoarse:
"Brother? Hmm? It seems that last night's persuasion and education wasn't profound enough? Ning'er wants to... review it now?"
Dongfang Yuning instantly became intimidated, his ears red as if bleeding, and he quickly retreated back into his arms like a quail:
[118 Help! This man is untouchable! This is so unfair!]
System 118:
[Beep! The host failed to flirt with the man and was punished! The prince's level is too high, I suggest the host lie down and admit defeat! (The system plays "36 Strategies of Love" but all sound effects are failure)]
Prince Nangong Chengqian, who was following behind, looked at the "uncle and nephew" (crossed out), "brother" (crossed out again), and "husband and wife" who were still sticking together on the horse and had an ambiguous atmosphere. His heart was filled with vicissitudes:
[Alas... I knew it. Expecting the Emperor's uncle to control my aunt? It's better to expect the sun to rise from the west. These two... one willing to fight, the other willing to be beaten, a perfect match!]
I just hope that my aunt's lovely weapons don't accidentally injure our own people on the battlefield... Never mind, I'll just focus on the food supplies.
He sighed silently, feeling that as a prince, he was shouldering a burden that he shouldn't have to bear at his age - not only did he have to fight wars, but he also had to be ready to clean up the mess (that might arise) for his unruly aunt, and to appease his uncle who might lose his temper at any time due to jealousy... This battle was so tiring.
Nangong Ye felt the peace of the little girl in his arms, and a barely perceptible arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. He tightened his arms, gently rested his chin on the top of her soft hair, and looked into the distance, sharp and determined.
Whether she is a lovely princess or a dashing little brother, she is the only love of his life.
On this trip to Fuying, he not only has to defeat the enemy country, but also protect her and let her bloom her unique light under his wings.
Even if... using those pink and tender but extremely powerful "cute weapons".
Sunlight cast long shadows on the marching troops. The Yan Kingdom's war machine rumbled eastward, carrying an unprecedented, strange blend of solemnity and joy (?).
The story about Prince Yong and his little princess dressed as a man has just begun to spread and is destined to become the most talked-about legendary episode in this war.
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