Chapter 158
Just as the two were about to step out of the private room, they heard a voice approaching from afar:
"Is the esteemed guest awake?"
"Aunt Li, we didn't know. You said we weren't allowed to get close to that private room," the burly guard said in a low voice, bowing his head to Aunt Li.
Aunt Li did not blame him. Instead, she walked directly to the private room, listened to the sound, and then immediately stepped back, not daring to make a sound and disturb the distinguished guests inside.
"Alright, I'll go deal with it first." Although Aunt Li was a little anxious, she knew that if she knocked on the door now, it would probably displease the Third Prince.
She took a step forward, intending to inform the people at the Third Prince's residence that the prince would have to wait a little longer.
"Huh, why is the door to this room closed?" Aunt Li noticed that the private room on one side was tightly closed and became curious.
Because of the prince's special status, Aunt Li specially cleared out the surrounding private rooms to prevent anyone from disturbing the Third Prince's "refined enjoyment," and even more so to prevent anyone from discovering the Third Prince's identity.
An open door means the room is empty.
At this moment, the door to the private room was closed?
A ruthless glint flashed in Aunt Li's eyes, somewhat at odds with her charming appearance. She beckoned to the guards of Jiaohe Tower: "Go and summon a few people."
Seven or eight guards immediately followed.
"Go and take a look." At Aunt Li's command, the guards opened the door.
Aunt Li stepped into the room and looked around. Finding no one there, she remained vigilant.
"Go check out the back hall."
Two guards pulled back the veil covering the back hall, but no one was hiding there.
Although Aunt Li was relieved, she still felt something was amiss, so she said frankly, "You all stay here and I'll go check on the important person."
......
At the edge of the terrace.
Two figures were hidden behind the veil. Ying Ning looked up slightly and glanced at the environment inside the private room. There were seven or eight guards in protective suits guarding the front hall.
If you force your way out, it's not that you can't get out.
They were worried that the commotion would alert the Third Prince, and that they might be stirring up trouble.
It seems impossible to return the way we came.
Yingning turned to look at Yan Qizhen beside her and whispered a reminder:
"We need to find another way."
*
Yan Qizhen held the woman's slender waist and slowly slid down a long veil from the second floor, only letting go when they were not far from the ground.
Then, the two sneaked into an empty private room on the first floor and entered Jiaohe Tower again.
The two were dressed in Jiaohelou's attire, which didn't attract much attention. However, when they passed by some masked guests, the guests would look them up and down.
Fortunately, both of them put on veils again when they re-entered Jiaohe Tower.
No one recognized the two individuals.
After Yingning stepped back into the private room on the second floor, she turned around and was about to take off her veil when she noticed something strange about the person behind her.
"The Fourth Prince?"
Yan Qizhen's brows were flushed with an unusual redness, and his eyes were misty with tears, a rare sight indeed, like Guanyin shedding tears.
"Fourth Prince, what's wrong with you?" A voice seemed to appear beside his ear, but Yan Qizhen felt as if his whole body was engulfed in flames.
Just now on the terrace, he kept faintly smelling a floral scent.
That taste...
It seems I smelled it when I was a child, but it also seems vague and indistinct.
It was like a flower that had sunk in the mud of hell, exuding a deadly scent as it rose from the mud.
After smelling the faint fragrance in the Third Prince's private room, Yan Qizhen felt a slight itch creep up his back. The smell was quite familiar, yet he avoided it like the plague.
It once resided deep within my memory...
But he couldn't remember.
...
His deep purple robe with golden cicada design added to his languid and charming appearance. He was no longer the noble young master from the misty Jiangnan region he usually was. His neck was covered in peach blossoms.
The fragrance of the exotic flower seemed to make his body feel somewhat different.
"I..."
Yan Qizhen opened his mouth with discomfort, but his voice was even more lustful than before. He unconsciously swallowed lightly, and suddenly a large patch of rouge appeared at the corner of his eyes.
"Your Highness, if you were a little startled just now, please calm down."
She held up a cup of tea, as if she wanted me to take it from her.
But Yan Qizhen's gaze lingered on her fair wrist, the moonlight shining through it, and a flash of lust crossed his eyes.
That tingling, soft feeling seemed to reappear in his chest, and the swirling wind stirred up dust, adding a touch of joy to the misty, rainy landscape.
"Zhao...Ning..." Yan Qizhen swallowed the broken words that were about to escape his lips, and inexplicably spoke:
"I..."
Yingning took a step closer, getting even closer to him: "Your Highness, would you like some tea?"
In the deep, dark ink of her phoenix eyes, there seemed to be a hint of the deep concern he so desperately longed for.
Yan Qizhen forced himself to speak: "Yes."
"I'd like to drink tea."
As he watched her approach, he suddenly felt as if he were a greedy fish desperately searching for a clear spring to quench its thirst.
Until she walked to his side.
Yan Qizhen suddenly felt that he was also emanating that strange, fishy smell, and his whole body became even more restless.
In an instant, he pulled her to his side, but he never expected that the force that made him feel so restless would be so strong that they both fell into the layers of thick gauze.
A veil, a layer of desire.
The fishy smell of flowers wafted through the hazy gauze, but a cry of pain failed to bring Yan Qizhen back to his senses.
"Fourth Prince, are you this drunk even without drinking?"
She raised her hand to strike, but the person on top of her turned his head and took the blow head-on. A red mark instantly appeared on Yan Qizhen's right cheek, but he showed no emotion whatsoever.
Instead, he nodded slightly, used a peach petal to capture her fair wrist, and gently took a bite.
It tastes very good.
The restlessness in his body seemed to have subsided considerably.
His watery eyes gradually cracked, tearing away the pretense and pretense between his brows. The shattered mist and rain summoned scattered petals, and a moment later he moved down and captured another spot of skin.
The second fragment.
But he seemed to be getting a little unsatisfied, and suddenly began a tender, lingering biting, wanting to evoke her to treat him the same way, without noticing the increasingly deep expression on the face of the person beneath him.
It's not just Yan Qizhen.
Yingning also smelled the unusual scent on him. After thinking for a moment, she realized that the floral scent seemed to be somewhat similar to the one from the private room of the "Jiao'er" earlier.
Was it infected?
still....?
The peach petals slowly descended, gradually approaching her neck.
Yan Qizhen seemed to sense something as well. He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Ying Ning, his eyes filled with greedy desire. He suddenly spoke:
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