The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

Although the two are nominally mother and son, the usually steady and arrogant Regent couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart when he saw his beloved woman hugging another man.

He patted the woman's back gently. When she turned around and saw him, she threw herself into his arms with joy in her eyes.

He touched Xing Rao's hair contentedly. The woman turned around and pointed at the golden hairpin on Xing Qian's head. The hairpin was made of pure gold and was exquisitely carved. It looked very ostentatious and domineering, which was somewhat inconsistent with Xing Qian's temperament.

Xing Rao reached out to pull it out, but the hairpin was a little tight, and she failed to pull it out after a long time. Xing Qian's head swayed from side to side as he pulled it out, but he was still laughing foolishly.

Xing Qian reached out and took off the gold hairpin on his head, letting his hair fall loose. He looked at the hairpin, luckily the end was not sharp, so he handed it to Xing Rao, who played with it for a long time and was very happy.

"Let go, this is not something you can play with." The usually cold and indifferent Regent spoke softly at this moment, "It's okay, Your Highness, let mother play with it."

"This is your symbol as the crown prince."

"it does not matter."

The man in black had no choice but to pull out the golden hairpin on his head, and said to Xing Rao with a smile, "The golden hairpin representing the regent is also very beautiful. You can play with it."

The Regent took the gold hairpin he had exchanged and played with it in his hand, observing the prince in front of him. He found that his attention was not on the symbol of power in his hand, but on his mother wholeheartedly.

"Get it for you."

Xing Qian took it indifferently, but still thanked him seriously.

Xing Qian played with Xing Yao for a while, then left the palace, got in the car, and came to a courtyard in a relatively secretive manner.

This courtyard is located in a busy city but is very elegant. The scene inside the door made the usually calm Xing Qian panic.

The yard was full of beautiful women chasing and playing, men and women in disheveled clothes, drinking and having fun in broad daylight.

A man with a veil over his eyes rushed towards Xing Qian, shouting, "I got you, I got you. You have to take off your outer clothes!"

Just as he threw himself on Xing Qian, he heard a hearty laugh from behind. "Did you hear that? The Crown Prince asked you to take off your coat."

When the man heard this, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince immediately tore off the sand on his face, sobered up a little and knelt down.

"Yuan Yan, you are making trouble again, just leave now." Although he was very angry at this time, he still exercised restraint.

As Xing Qian walked in, he saw empty wine bottles and things they used to play with in the game of tossing pots at his feet.

He even stepped on a red bellyband.

In the middle of the courtyard there was a couch on which a man was lying.

The man was wearing a smoky pink gauze shirt, which made his skin look even whiter.

The man was not very tall and looked a bit petite. His hair was loose and his face was covered with red lipstick marks. The corners of his eyes were red and his face looked powdered with lip balm.

She looked even more charming than those singing girls in brothels.

He was even more disheveled and wearing a bellyband.

"What are these things?" Xing Qian's tone was a little serious.

"This is a new way to play. The loser has to take off his clothes. Didn't you say that we can't drink too much? Since you said we can't drink, we naturally have to think of some new ways.

It's just that I'm too good, there are only a few pieces left to take off. Yuan Yan stretched out her foot and picked up the bellyband with her toes and shook it in front of Xing Qian.

His slender white legs swayed back and forth.

"Don't learn their feminine ways."

“This Wei State has been home to many handsome men since ancient times, I just found a few to keep me company.

This hostage and the man who lost his country can actually get along well together.

It’s just that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not suitable for this anymore.”

"Yuan Yan, we will be leaving in a few days. You should pack some things now. Don't you want to go home?"

“This place where my heart is at peace is my hometown.

Why bother to worry about where it is? "

Yuan Yan glanced at Xing Qian, who was full of unhappiness, and sat up aggrievedly, pulling her clothes closer.

"Someone, come and clean up the yard." He stood up and walked into the house barefoot.

"You and your brother are really alike." Hearing this, Yuan Yan glanced at him, stopped and turned around.

"How can they be alike? He is a celestial being, and I am nothing."

"He is living well and has a wife."

"Of course I know. Her name is Gu Fanyue. I even prepared a gift for her."