As night fell, the Crown Prince's residence was brightly lit as usual. No one knew that within a single day, the master of the Crown Prince's residence had changed.
As dusk approached, the palace servants in Qingfeng Garden methodically bathed and dressed Yan Chaoxi, applied fragrant ointment, and finally wrung out her hair. In less than an hour, Yan Chaoxi, all dressed up and looking soft and fragrant, was brought to her room.
"Why is the princess so gloomy today? Isn't it a good thing that His Highness the Crown Prince is coming to stay overnight?" Bichun asked in confusion.
Yan Chaoxi knew that she was loyal and devoted to her. Perhaps in the eyes of others, she was able to gain a foothold in the mansion only because she had the favor of the Crown Prince.
Yan Chaoxi lay down on the bed, feeling depressed. "There's no such thing as an absolutely good thing in this world, Bichun. Turn off the light before you go out."
"Ah? Aren't you waiting for the Crown Prince?"
Yan Chaoxi shook her head and closed her eyes. She was going to play the part completely; at this moment, she was a princess unwilling to serve the emperor.
With a worried expression, Bichun turned off the light and went outside to stand guard, hoping that the Crown Prince wouldn't be angry when he came over and saw that the light in the inner room was off.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, Yan Wu arrived, followed by Eunuch Xu.
Bichun quickly bowed and said, "Your Highness, may you be well."
Yan Wu looked at the dark room and asked, "Is the concubine asleep?"
"Your Highness, the concubine seemed a little tired, so she asked me to turn off the lamp. You see..." Bichun dared not say that the princess did not want to serve the prince and therefore turned off the lamp, and tried to persuade the crown prince to give up in a roundabout way.
Yan Wu knew perfectly well that Yan Chaoxi did not want to serve the Crown Prince in bed.
"I'll go in and see her." Yan Wu stepped past Bi Chun and pushed open the door to enter.
The room was pitch black, with only the silvery moonlight filtering through the window, making the path beneath one's feet vaguely visible. Yan Wu entered the inner room and, by the moonlight, could make out the person curled up in a ball on the bed.
Faint sobs could be heard.
Yan Wu felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a hand was gripping his heart tightly, causing it to throb with each sob.
Yan Wu lit the candlestick, and the warm yellow candlelight illuminated the entire room, clearly showing the petite figure on the bed.
Yan Chaoxi leaned against the headboard, kneeling and hugging the quilt. Her long, smooth black hair was draped over her chest and back, covering her small face. Her white undergarment wrapped around her petite body, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
Realizing that the lights in the room had been turned on, she couldn't help but throw off the covers and hide inside, as if only in this way could she avoid facing what was about to happen.
Yan Wu found it somewhat amusing, took a few steps forward and tugged at the brocade quilt covering her, but couldn't budge it.
From under the covers came Yan Chaoxi's broken and muffled voice, "Your Highness... this concubine... this concubine is not ready..."
Yan Wu glanced at the door; it had already been closed from the outside.
Yan Wu switched back to his own voice, a lazy tone tinged with a hint of amusement, "Princess, why don't you take a look at who I am first?"
The crying in the blanket stopped abruptly. After a long while, the blanket moved, revealing half a head and a pair of red, tear-filled eyes. The person was so surprised that they couldn't speak for a moment.
"you……"
Yan Wuhao looked at her with a leisurely air.
"Waaah..." Yan Chaoxi's tears seemed to burst out of control, falling in a torrent like tiny pearls, as she said pitifully, "I thought you really wouldn't talk to me anymore."
Yan Wu tenderly pulled her out of bed and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
"I won't ignore you."
He tenderly kissed the top of Yan Chaoxi's head, again and again. He was filled with regret now, regretting why he had hesitated and insisted on choosing a suitable and comfortable path for her without asking if she was willing.
She had clearly told Yan Huainan that she didn't like him during their second meeting.
Yan Wu felt deeply ashamed.
Yan Chaoxi held him in her arms, wiping her tears and snot on his clothes. After she had cried enough, she pushed him away and looked at him with worried eyes. "The Crown Prince said he's coming over tonight. If you come now, you'll definitely run into him."
"Don't be afraid, he won't come tonight." Yan Wu gently stroked her back, calming her trembling shoulders. "He won't come again either."
Yan Chaoxi's eyes widened. "What did you do to him? You didn't kill him, did you?"
"No, he's been locked up for now, he can't get out." Yan Wu didn't say anything else; he didn't want Yan Chaoxi to know about his methods. She just needed to continue being a happy princess.
Yan Chaoxi thought to herself, "What a pity."
"Then tonight..." Yan Chaoxi only got to the beginning before she couldn't help but steal a glance at Yan Wu. When she was discovered, she quickly lowered her head, her fair face flushed, and her long eyelashes fluttered occasionally, like a small brush sweeping across Yan Wu's heart.
Yan Wu knew exactly what she was referring to.
From the moment he imprisoned the Crown Prince in the dungeon and took his place, there was no turning back. Yan Chaoxi could only be his, and he had to risk everything to protect her.
Yan Wu raised his hand and touched her smooth face, where he could feel the tear stains from earlier. He wiped them away one by one.
Then, he took out a divorce agreement from his sleeve. "Yan Huainan has already put his fingerprint on this divorce agreement. After you put your fingerprint on it, put it away. From now on, you and he will have no relationship whatsoever."
Yan Chaoxi took the divorce papers with delight, read them once, nodded, and immediately got out of bed to find the inkpad and press her fingerprint on them. Her impatient actions showed how much she disliked the Crown Prince.
After carefully putting away the divorce papers, Yan Chaoxi returned to the bedside, leaned down and hugged Yan Wu, burying her head in his neck, and softly thanked him, "Yan Wu, thank you. I had no other choice but to deliver that letter to you. Today, after hearing that the Crown Prince said he would come to my place tonight, I have been restless all day."
"Even though he looks just like you, I just don't like him."
Her soft, coquettish voice sounded like she was pleading, yet also seemed to carry a hint of grievance.
Yan Wu didn't want her to remain immersed in sadness, so he deliberately asked, "Then does the princess like me?"
He was met with a soft, warm kiss from Yan Chaoxi, which gently covered his lips.
Yan Wu sensed that the warmth was about to separate, so he immediately leaned in forcefully and held her in his mouth, not allowing her to escape.
Sometimes as forceful as plunder, sometimes as gentle as the wind.
"Hmm... Yan Wu..."
Yan Chaoxi's waist was held in his large hand, and she unconsciously went limp in his grasp, her voice, wet with moisture, sweet and alluring.
Yan Wu stepped back slightly, widening the distance between them. He lowered his head, his eyes suddenly darkening, and his blood surged even more.
Just moments ago he was properly dressed in a white undergarment, but after his earlier antics, the garment was now half-open, revealing a crooked, light red undergarment underneath. The undergarment, tightly wrapped around his body, rose and fell with his breath, reminding him of the smooth, soft touch he had just felt.
Yan Wu raised his head, glanced at the somewhat timid and shy princess in his arms, pulled down the curtain, and then reached out to untie the knot on her undergarments...
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