Qingyin lazily lay on the chaise lounge, enjoying the gentle breeze fanned by the maid through the ice, and casually flipped through the storybook Xiaorou had found.
Her slender figure was accentuated by her movements and poses, and especially with the girl's indescribable beauty, this simple scene was as beautiful as a painting.
Having just finished court, Yinzhen unconsciously quickened his pace, ignoring the maid's announcement. He couldn't help but move closer to the girl, as the heat from his outdoor exercise made her feel unbearably hot.
Qingyin frowned slightly from the heat. She thought it was Zeng Li returning with fruit and couldn't help but push away the person who approached.
"Ah Li, it's hot." The girl's sweet voice was so sweet that even Yin Tang, who was eager to return home, was a little jealous of Ah Li, whom his little wife was talking about.
As soon as she pushed him away, Qingyin noticed something was wrong with the touch on her hand. She looked up and said in surprise, "Your Highness, is that you?"
Looking back, Zeng Li, holding a fruit, was standing behind Xiao Rou, smiling at her.
"Is it because I'm not good enough?" Yinzhen was a little jealous, his head hanging down, looking like a sad golden retriever, cute and pitiful.
"Of course not." Qingyin looked at the coquettish Yintang and found it somewhat amusing, so she took the initiative to give the jealous man a bite of pear.
Yinzhen immediately perked up.
Jealous yet easily appeased—that perfectly describes Yinzhen.
Qingyin glanced at the jealous prince with annoyance, but in Yinzhen's eyes, even her eye rolls looked like seductive glances, beautiful no matter how you looked at them.
Recalling the delicious taste of yesterday, Yinzhen's eyes lit up, and he lazily picked up Qingyin and walked towards the inner room.
Before Qingyin could react, she landed on the soft bed.
Looking at the burning gaze of Yinzhen before her, Qingyin blushed and said coquettishly, "Master, it's still daytime!"
"It's alright, no one will dare to tell anyone."
Seeing the locked door and the hot body pressing against her, Qingyin was forced into the boundless heat and flames, lighting them, extinguishing them, and then reigniting them...
Li Desong, Zeng Li, and the others blushed as they listened to the charming female voice and deep voice coming from inside the room, thinking that it seemed the manor would soon have another young master.
The price of her blatant debauchery was that Qingyin glared at Yintang for several days, forcing him to apologize and make amends before finally appeasing his newlywed wife.
A month later, the day arrived for Guo Luoluo Minghui's wedding.
Although Qingyin was a concubine, she was also the only mistress of the Prince's mansion, and she still came to attend the Eighth Prince's wedding.
Originally, Yinzhen didn't want to come to the Eighth Prince, who was warm on the outside but cold on the inside. However, he couldn't resist the fact that the Eighth Prince had married his cousin, who was also his wife's best friend. Of course, the main reason was that his young wife was coming, so how could he not come?
Qingyin rolled her eyes at Yintang, who was also restless in the carriage, and casually swatted away his outstretched hand again. Qingyin couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes and glared fiercely at Yintang, who seemed to have a skin hunger. Because of her anger, her fair cheeks were slightly pouting. She said, "Your Highness, can you be a little more obedient? We still have to attend Minghui's wedding."
Seeing that Qingyin was about to lose her temper, Yinzhen's mischievous hand was forced to behave. However, the way he looked over from time to time was pitiful, as if he were the one being bullied, rather than the one "bullying".
Yin Tang felt a little guilty. But you can't really blame him. His little wife was so cute and beautiful, even when she was fierce, she was still incredibly adorable. How could he bear not to pinch and touch her? Thinking this, the man secretly glanced at Qing Yin with a pitiful expression.
Qingyin calmly ignored the man's gaze. Recalling the last time she felt sorry for the man and her back ached all night, Qingyin couldn't help but rub her fake sore waist again.
Instead of feeling sorry for a man, you should feel sorry for yourself. That scoundrel won't stop even when you tell him to. Qingyin glared at Yintang across from her again.
The man, glared at again, sat flustered, trying to recall his mistake. What had he done wrong? Had he not given Rou'er the crab-stuffed orange she wanted? Or were the gardenias wilted today? Or was his outfit ugly? ...
The man was puzzled and was about to ask Rou'er tentatively when he was interrupted by servants from the Prince Lian's residence and the Eighth Prince's residence.
The quick-witted gate guards had already spotted the flag of the Prince's Mansion and immediately jogged over to warmly greet the Prince and his distinguished guests. To the guards, neither the Ninth Prince nor his newlywed concubine were people they could ever hope to reach, and they had to treat them with utmost care.
Before the guards could knock, and before they could considerately pull back the curtain of the carriage, the curtain was already lifted from the inside out, revealing the handsome Ninth Prince. Before the guards could even offer their congratulations, Yinzhen, whose face darkened slightly, glared at the guards. Then, without waiting for the footstool, he stretched out his hand, waiting for Qingyin to come out from inside.
The guard, caught off guard by the glare, muttered in a low voice, "This servant greets the Ninth Prince."
After speaking, the guard noticed that there was another person in the carriage when he saw that the Ninth Prince was still standing there. He guessed that this was probably the legendary Consort Lin. According to folklore, Consort Lin became a concubine of the Ninth Prince by marrying the daughter of a county magistrate. Consort Lin must be a beauty. Thinking of this, the guard also felt a little expectant. He raised his eyes slightly and looked up curiously.
A fair, jade-like hand emerged, its slender, long fingers tinged with pink, its knuckles distinct, and under the sunlight, it resembled a beautiful, lustrous piece of jade.
Bathed in the dazzling sunlight, the guard thought these were the best hands he had ever seen. He was poorly educated and hadn't read many books, but he had once seen a master in the manor wear a beautiful jade pendant, lustrous and full of beauty. But at this moment, he felt that the jade pendant worn by the Eighth Prince was far inferior to these fair hands, beautiful and captivating.
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