Chapter 38 Her "No" is "Yes"
Jiang Fenghua didn't expect him to suddenly have such a bad temper. "Whether His Majesty reads it or not is his business, whether I copy it or not is my business."
"Jiang Fenghua." Xie Shang scolded her. He had been holding his anger in since yesterday, didn't she notice at all?
She froze instantly, staring straight at him, and said calmly, "Why is Your Highness angry? How have I offended you?"
He was so angry he wanted to slam the table. His eyes were sharp and cold, like a cheetah's. When he saw Jiang Fenghua's pitiful and helpless little eyes, he suppressed his anger and suddenly grabbed her hand. "Why didn't you apply the medicine when you got back last night?"
Jiang Fenghua pulled her hand away, avoiding his touch. "Didn't you do this?"
She said calmly, "These kinds of bruises don't hurt or itch, so applying any medicine won't help. You just have to wait for them to heal on their own."
Jiang Fenghua avoided his gaze, sat upright at her desk, and diligently and attentively copied the task assigned by the Emperor.
Xie Shang clearly sensed her distance and indifference. It was as if she had instantly withdrawn because he hadn't given her an answer to the question she asked last night, so she let it go.
Has she obtained my permission to withdraw?
He pulled her up, turned around and sat on the soft stool. Jiang Fenghua felt that he was being unreasonable and turned to leave.
The next second, Xie Shang suddenly pulled her onto his lap, held her tightly in his arms, and took out a porcelain bottle to carefully apply medicine to her.
Jiang Fenghua stared at his fingers. There was a cut on his long, slender, fair fingers. Although it had stopped bleeding, it had not yet healed. Unbandaged wounds always heal more slowly.
Seeing that she had obediently applied the medicine, and with her warm and soft body in his arms, Xie Shang suddenly felt a ticklish sensation in his heart.
Seeing her staring at the wound on her finger with a hint of worry in her eyes, he said, "It's just a small injury, it'll be fine in two days."
"The ten fingers are connected to the heart, but they will still hurt in the end." Jiang Fenghua's voice was soft and charming, like a musical note tracing across his heart, with a hidden worry in her eyes.
Seeing that she was about to cry again, Xie Shang suddenly stroked her curled eyelashes with his fingers.
Jiang Fenghua suddenly spoke up, "Now that Your Highness has applied the medicine, please release me."
Xie Shang tightened his grip on her slender waist, his eyes were deep, and a playful look appeared on his handsome face. Every move he made exuded an elegant and dignified aura.
Jiang Fenghua hesitated, then pushed him away, saying, "I thought we had already made things very clear last night."
"You mean you don't like me?" He deliberately lowered his voice, his magnetic and ambiguous aura lingering in her ear, an innate imperial majesty inadvertently revealed, "So you're going to like someone with the surname Xiao."
"No, I don't like Young Master Xiao," Jiang Fenghua quickly denied. "I thought Your Highness only liked Consort Su, so..."
A burning feeling surged through Xie Shang's heart. Was she angry? Because he liked Su Tingwan and she was jealous.
The next second, he suddenly placed her on the desk, and the paper, pen and inkstone on it instantly scattered all over the floor, creating a series of exciting notes. He ignored them and leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist. He carefully kissed her eyelashes, his movements gentle and tender, as if afraid of startling or frightening her.
He had been holding back since last night, and even in the carriage on his way to the palace, he remained composed and sat upright.
Both seemed to be holding their breath, unwilling to yield to the other.
Jiang Fenghua tried his best to be patient. He could feel her tension. His fingers inadvertently touched her cheek, and his fingertips gently brushed against her ear, while keeping her still.
His thin lips lightly pecked at the tip of her nose, like a spring breeze rippling across a lake.
His actions were extremely ambiguous, as if he were a loving husband pleasing his wife.
She called softly, "Your Highness..."
"Tell me if you like me or not." Xie Shang's voice was hoarse as his lips brushed against her ear, teasing her intentionally or unintentionally. He didn't rush to kiss her, but instead gently brushed his lips across her cheek, like a feather caressing her heart.
He knew her lips were soft, but he wanted to hear her say she liked him.
Jiang Fenghua did not answer, keeping her mouth tightly shut and even lowering her head slightly to prevent him from touching her.
Xie Shang was still unwilling to give up. He stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms. A charming smile appeared on his lips. He leaned close to her ear and teased her, whispering, "Still won't you tell me? Do you like me?"
Jiang Fenghua's eyes were filled with tears. She closed her eyes tightly, bit her pink lips, and nodded repeatedly, "Your Majesty, I love you. I have loved you for a long time."
Jiang Fenghua felt like she was about to be kissed to death. Xie Shang must be a master of love, and she wondered how many times he had practiced on Su Tingwan. Jiang Fenghua almost lost her mind and succumbed to his tenderness.
At this moment, her body and mind were separate, and her body became aroused by his teasing.
She finally recovered and felt his burning masculinity. She whispered a reminder to him, "Your Highness, this is an ancestral hall, you mustn't..."
He was also trying his best to endure it. If this were not the ancestral hall, he would have gone to the brothel with her.
He held her in his arms as if he wanted to crush her bones; he couldn't wait to possess her.
"Your Highness, His Majesty summons you and the Princess to the Imperial Study." At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.
After waiting for a while, the person outside received no response. Just as he was about to push the door open, he saw a mess inside. The two people by the desk were in an ambiguous position, clearly Prince Heng and Princess Heng. He was stunned for a moment.
He quickly retreated and closed the door, calming himself down before saying, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."
Xie Shang said coldly, "I understand. I will immediately take the Princess to pay her respects to the Emperor."
At this moment, Jiang Fenghua lay seductively on the desk, with everything else scattered on the floor except for her delicate body.
Her cheeks flushed shyly, as alluring as a red rose, instantly captivating his heart and soul.
Xie Shang got up from her and suddenly said something nonsensical, "This king wants to leave the palace and return to his residence."
Jiang Fenghua's voice was weak. She withdrew her beautiful legs and gathered her skirt. "But the Emperor summoned us to see him."
"So after seeing Father, we must find a way to leave the palace." Xie Shang said in a deep voice, "This time, Father punished us by confining us to the ancestral hall for three days. He was also angered by me because he lost an arm. If I go to apologize, his anger may subside a bit."
Jiang Fenghua smiled faintly, because he wanted to vent his lust, so he had to bow down to the Emperor to quell the Emperor's anger.
Jiang Fenghua stared at his face with her beautiful eyes, "So why does Your Majesty also imprison me? Should I also apologize?"
Xie Shang affectionately pinched her cheek. "Because the princess signed the three characters 'Jiang Fenghua' on the petition from the people, she angered the emperor."
Jiang Fenghua suddenly realized, "Your Majesty, I understand now. I am just a fish caught in the crossfire, and I can't escape."
"You're now in the same boat as me, there's no escaping it," Xie Shang said with a double meaning.
Jiang Fenghua smiled gently, her face full of happiness, and the competition officially began.
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