Chapter 157
As the two passed by the guards, they didn't attract much attention because they were dressed in Jiaohelou's attire.
Instead, one of the guards, upon seeing Yan Qizhen dressed in a sandalwood-purple cicada-patterned robe, turned to his companion and said:
"This new guy?"
"Nice figure."
His accomplice immediately retorted, "Are you blind? What's wrong with it?"
"If you don't have a little bit of meat on your bones, you're no different from a man."
"If you ask me, women should be like Aunt Li."
........
After passing the private room, Ying Ning and Yan Qizhen did not slow down. Instead, they waited until the guards had withdrawn their gaze and relaxed their vigilance. Then, using the draped curtains that were ubiquitous in Jiaohe Tower as cover, they turned and slipped past the room on one side of the private room, closing the door in a moment.
This room is next to the private room, separated from the people inside by only one wall.
Yan Qizhen removed the light veil from her face before slowly speaking: "Zhaoning, do you have any ideas for what to do next?"
Yingning looked around and, after opening the window, discovered that Jiaohe Tower, perhaps due to its "leisurely and elegant" atmosphere, had a small terrace outside, covered by a dark gauze curtain that could conceal one's view.
"Fourth Prince, come here." She stretched out her hand to herself, the deep, dark color in her phoenix eyes captivating.
Upon hearing this, Yan Qizhen, as if possessed, reached out and placed his palm in hers.
Her palms were soft...
It's a warmth that you crave...
Yan Qizhen was bullied because of his power when he was young, and everyone came to him with contempt and mockery.
When Yan Qizhen realized that imperial power was the sharpest sword and the strongest armor in the world, he began to lend a helping hand to others. However, Yan Qizhen's help was mostly based on power struggles and calculations, and not on any genuine feelings.
Yan Qizhen's desire for power led him down the path to the throne.
Throughout his life, very few people reached out to him.
He was no longer the "prince" who groveled on the ground, fighting with beasts for food...
Yet, I still feel a pang of sadness in my chest.
......
"This time, we need to be more careful," she said softly, pulling aside the veil with her other hand, and then leaping together onto the terrace of the adjacent private room.
The itching in his palms was not as intense as the tingling sensation he felt back then, and it was not enough to make Yan Qizhen lose his composure again.
But it still made Yan Qizhen feel a pang of bitterness in his chest. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ying Ning, before looking away a few moments later.
The two had barely landed when they heard a man's voice coming from inside the private room:
“Jiao’er”.
"My dear." A voice filled with intense desire echoed in the room, as if one had fallen into an abyss in an instant, only to be captivated once again.
“艽...”
"I...I will definitely marry you."
There was a subtle, almost imperceptible twist in the deep male voice; despite the hazy atmosphere behind the curtain, it evoked a strange feeling.
It was as if there was some unspeakable secret.
Yingning brushed aside the dark veil on the terrace, and only then could she vaguely see two figures.
"You will marry me tomorrow." The Third Prince's voice trembled. He was in a daze and did not know what time it was. It was not dark yet, but he was already in the intimate atmosphere of Jiaohe Tower.
A gentle breeze swept by, blowing past the gauze curtains in the back hall of the private room.
After revealing a hint of desire, some secrets were also glimpsed.
This third prince?!
It was with a man...?
In the back hall.
The person's skin was like snowflakes just falling to earth, and his long, black hair was freely and casually draped over his back, obscuring much of his body, with his sphenoid bones faintly visible on his spine.
“Jiu’er…” another person struggled to call his name.
"Don't be so disgusting."
The voice of the snow-white figure was like a jade carving in the sky. In this strange and poignant scene, he was able to keep his mind steady and remained quite indifferent.
This "Qiao'er" actually used her fingertips to trace a cruel red mark across the Third Prince's neck.
...........
The scene inside the private room unfolded before their eyes.
Yan Qizhen, who was on the terrace, was also suddenly stunned.
Unexpectedly...
The Third Prince actually has a penchant for men?!
And, surprisingly, it was...
Yan Qizhen never expected that his once majestic third brother would appear in such a scene, and even be so happy to be close to that snow-white figure.
After entwining in the gauze, a faint fragrance of exotic flowers seemed to waft by.
"Fourth Prince, is it him?" A soft voice beside Yan Qizhen made him turn around.
He covered his eyes and whispered, "Yes."
"That's good."
Ying Ning glanced at the figure out of the corner of her eye, then quickly looked away.
but...
Li Niang was right after all.
This beauty is probably the true beauty of Jiaohe Tower.
All the beauties in the world could not compare to the radiant beauty of his back, where the first snow had just fallen.
........
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Ying Ning no longer hesitated. Instead, she grabbed Yan Qizhen, who was still in a daze, and with a light leap, returned to the private room next door.
Unbeknownst to them, the figure named "Jiao'er" suddenly touched the Third Prince's neck, and the murderous intent in her dark brown eyes made him feel suffocated.
Only after the Third Prince was about to step into the brink of death did he slowly loosen his grip.
The man, who seemed to sense something, looked towards the open balcony door, a hint of curiosity flashing in Mo Qingcha's eyes.
"Cough cough..."
"You're still as ruthless as ever..."
As the third prince spoke, he clutched his neck, trying to ease the pain. Just as he had escaped death, he was instantly imprisoned in a realm of desire by another sensation. As he fell, the third prince only had time to utter one sentence:
"I cannot live without you..."
The other person remained silent.
Instead, as he slowly raised his hand, a thin golden chain was revealed on his slender wrist. One end of the chain left red marks on his jade-like skin, while the other end extended to who-knows-where.
It imprisons one person's freedom.
The fishy smell is still extremely nauseating.
Jiaoyu tugged hard at the thin chain on her wrist, but still couldn't break free. Instead, another crimson mark was left on her wrist. She then looked at the red mark on her wrist.
He chuckled softly, as if something had occurred to him.
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