Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âWho has an engagement with you? Seventh Prince, people should care about their reputation. If you think your face is unattractive, donât bring it to me. I find it ugly too!â Su Yingxue looked at him with disdain. Then, she cast a soft, delicate gaze at Chu Yihan, as if she were a vulnerable little white rabbit.
As if she had perked up her ears, she explained in a whimpering tone, âI have nothing to do with him. Heâs the one whoâs been bothering me.â
Chu Yihanâs originally ice-cold face softened slightly upon hearing Su Yingxueâs words, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
âSeventh Prince, if you donât have any urgent matters, I wonât detain you any longer. Marquisâs Manor has many affairs to attend to, so please understand.â Su Yingxue politely signaled for him to leave.
Chu Chengye felt as if he had been slapped. He gazed at Chu Yihan resentfully. âYou donât have time for me, but you find time to meet with imperial uncle?â
Su Yingxue didnât respond immediately.
Chu Yihanâs eyes exuded a deep and suffocating aura as he asked, âAre you not convinced?â
Chu Chengye gritted his teeth, of course, he was not convinced!
Originally, Chu Chengye had been the only one in Su Yingxueâs heart, the woman who would become his Seventh Imperial Consort. Now, her focus had shifted entirely to Chu Yihan. How could he be convinced?
âIâm only thinking of Imperial Uncle. I donât want todayâs incident to tarnish your reputation.â He snorted coldly.
Chu Yihan was quite magnanimous. âIf you want it to spread, Iâll help you.â
But for now, he had instructed Mo Qi to drive this person away.
What an eyesore!
Chu Chengye couldnât accept it and watched as Su Yingxue brought Chu Yihan into her chambers. He widened his eyes and muttered, âSu Yingxue, you shameless woman!â
âSeventh Prince, please be careful with your words. Itâs one thing to insult others, but Your Highness is your imperial uncle,â Mo Qi kindly reminded.
Chu Chengye felt a sense of oppression. If it werenât for the fact that Mo Qi was in front of him, he would have certainly taken action!
However, Mo Qi was Chu Yihanâs right-hand man, the top expert in the princeâs mansion. He might not be a match for him!
When he saw that Su Yingxueâs maid was still present, he added, âIf Su Yingxue has a change of heart and wishes to beg for mercy, I, as a prince, wonât be as petty as her. Hmph!â
Zhilan was puzzled. âWhy would Miss beg for mercy?â
Especially for a sweetheart who didnât match her in any wayâ¦
Was this person suffering from hysteria?
âOhâ¦â
Inside the room, Su Yingxue was pressed onto the soft couch by Chu Yihan. His lips advanced aggressively toward her, leaving her defenseless.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The roomâs temperature began to rise steadily. Chu Yihanâs hand passed through his clothing to a particular area on her body, causing Su Yingxue to moan softly. âDonâtâ¦â
Chu Yihan immediately halted his actions.
He released her but displayed a frustration that Su Yingxue couldnât comprehend.
He bit her lips.
âOuch⦠That hurts!â
Su Yingxue pouted. âIs Your Highness born in the Year of the Dog?â
He seemed to bite her at the slightest provocation!
Didnât he know how to show mercy with his mouth?
âItâs because youâre heartless! 1 canât see you, but youâre seeing my nephew so often!â
The manâs voice contained a hint of anger. His body was exerting tremendous pressure on Su Yingxue.
Su Yingxue complained, âIâm innocent! The Seventh Prince came to bother me for no reason. I donât even know why heâs here, so how can 1 be seeing him often?â
âWhy did he provoke you for no reason?â Chu Yihanâs eyes were as profound as an abyss, exuding an overwhelming pressure.
Su Yingxue was bewildered. âHow would I know? Probably because of his identity, the people from Marquisâs Manor couldnât stop him..â