He repeated, "Are you willing to marry me and become my concubine? Give me a chance to take care of you!"
A single, glistening tear fell onto Ye Xuanling's hand, its heat scalding his heart.
"Your Highness...I..."
Fearing she would refuse, he interrupted, "I know this is too abrupt, but it's alright, I'll give you time to think it over!"
After saying that, she walked out with slightly unsteady steps, and watching his retreating figure, she felt an indescribable surge of emotion.
She genuinely liked Ye Xuanling, but it was precisely because of love that she didn't want to be a burden.
Xia Yang told Consort Li everything, embellishing her story and making it sound incredibly pitiful.
Upon hearing this, Consort Li flew into a rage: "I think he has been bewitched by that vixen!"
"Your Highness, please don't blame the Prince. Those women from the brothel are all highly skilled!"
These two short sentences caused Consort Li's impression of Yanran to plummet even further.
He was plotting how to get Yanran out of the Eighth Prince's mansion.
As Lingxin walked towards the Prince's mansion, she looked back anxiously.
As if something was chasing her, she hurriedly took small, quick steps.
In his panic, he tripped over a pebble.
A cool breeze blew past, and a white figure drifted by.
"Ah!" Her scream pierced the air.
Looking down, she saw her hands were covered in blood. As she wiped them, she muttered, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me!"
The blood just wouldn't come off no matter how hard I tried.
Suddenly, a stern yet cold voice rang out: "What are you doing here?"
She saw that although she was afraid, Ye Lisheng still knelt down in front of him, crying out, "Your Highness, save me!"
Ye Lisheng's lips curled into a chilling smile as he pulled the hem of his robe from her grasp.
"After the Japanese king left, did you visit Yuzhu Pavilion?"
"No...no!" she stammered, nearly biting her tongue.
Ye Lisheng glanced at her and was so frightened that he trembled.
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