Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

Faced with this situation, Su Rao's desire to retreat instantly disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented fighting spirit. It was not until the cold penetrated her bones that she reluctantly took a few steps back.

He tightened his clothes, turned his gaze to Mo Yi beside him, and said in a puzzled voice: "What is the prince doing?"

Mo Yi replied softly: "The prince is practicing hard."

"Practice penance? Why do you want to practice penance?"

"To the prince, asceticism is like silent meditation, which is actually a form of self-punishment. If your highness is angry, he will use silent meditation to reflect on himself. Today's severe asceticism must be because he violated a more stringent rule."

Su Rao was full of doubts. What kind of rules would require such a self-disciplined Prince Yi to undergo such strict training?

That night, she had already taken the initiative, but he remained unmoved. Such determination was truly admirable. How could he break his vow so easily?

Driven by curiosity, Su Rao couldn't help but ask: "When did the prince start practicing hard?"

Mo Yi patiently explained: "Since the early morning of three days ago, when I saw the prince, he has been like this."

Wasn't that the night after that? Su Rao's heart was in turmoil. What taboo did Prince Yi break that night? Every cell in her body was filled with curiosity!

"Why do you look so confused? Weren't you the one who made the prince break his vow?"

Mo Yi smiled, but there was a hint of helplessness in his words.

Su Rao suddenly realized that no one knew what happened that night except her and Prince Yi.

A shy smile appeared on her cheeks, and a cunning light flashed in her eyes: "Indeed, the prince took such great care of me that I felt a little weak the next day. Alas, your prince is as brave as a tiger, it is really hard to resist..."

There was both feminine shyness and a slight sense of pride in her words about this misunderstanding.

Su Rao's words were like a pool of clear spring water, direct and unpolished, making Mo Yi's cheeks instantly seem to be dyed by the sunset, and the color of shame spread to the depths of his neck.

The surrounding pond water was quiet and cold, and even the air seemed to have a chill in it.

The man sitting quietly in the water has blue veins visible on his forehead, which are subtle but clear, as if they are a subtle manifestation of the surging emotions in his heart.

The corners of his lips were tightly pursed into a line, which was a sign of restraint and a struggle with himself, revealing that he was trying his best to suppress some emotions that were about to burst out.

In Su Rao's past life, these words that spoke from her heart were almost a forbidden area in her heart that she dared not touch.

Although she was born a concubine, she had an unyielding pride and always tried to keep her head straight.

Unwilling to show weakness in front of anyone, he acts cautiously, and sticks to the boundaries of etiquette and rules in every step.

After becoming the wife of the Prime Minister, her self-discipline reached its peak. She was like a living code of conduct and an impeccable model woman in the eyes of others.

However, beneath that shiny exterior lies countless days and nights of loneliness and helplessness.

Thinking back on those routine days now, only echoes of monotony and boredom remain.

After being reborn, she decided to break free from the shackles and stop being a puppet in the eyes of others. Instead, she would follow her heart and act according to her nature.

Be it happiness or impulse, she will pursue it bravely for those who dare to challenge her.

She will fight tooth for tooth and have no fear.

As for reputation, the image of a "model woman" that was once considered a part of life/

Now to her, it is like a candle in the wind, insignificant.

During this period of leisure time, Prince Yi devoted himself to practicing Buddhism behind closed doors.

Su Rao found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and carefully depicted him as he sat quietly in the pond, stroke by stroke.

Time is like a stream, flowing slowly at the tip of the pen, and two days are spent immersed in the ocean of art.

When the painting was completed, Prince Yi had just finished his practice.

Mo Yi quickly brought clean clothes and carefully put them on him, while also preparing a carefully prepared meal.

Prince Yi washed up and simply tasted a few bites of food, seemingly not paying attention to this.

After dinner, Prince Yi's eyes accidentally met Su Rao's. He asked in a low and slightly hoarse voice, like the sound of rain in a long-dry land, "What are you painting?"

This question was like a stone thrown into a calm lake of heart, causing Su Rao's heart to tremble violently.

This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to her, the first time since he entered the palace, and the magnetism in his unique voice.

One can’t help but wonder how seductive this sound would be in a more private setting.

Su Rao's cheeks flushed slightly. She answered softly, unfolding the scroll in her hands: "The one depicted in the painting is naturally you, my beloved prince."

She walked slowly towards Prince Yi, and the scroll unfolded slowly with her steps.

The Prince Yi in the picture is lifelike, as if he would walk out of the painting at any time.

Prince Yi's gaze swept across the scroll, and at that moment, his eyes seemed to be nailed there, full of disbelief.

The person in the painting is actually himself, not an ordinary creature or scenery?

There was some confusion and trouble in his tone: "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

All of this started from that night when Su Rao's image broke into his dreams silently like a ghost.

In the dream, she was as nimble as a snake, entwining herself around him, causing his defenses to collapse in the mist of the dream.

Prince Yi stepped into the cold deep pool with the original intention of purifying his soul through asceticism and punishing himself for his unnecessary thoughts.

However, even so, Su Rao's shadow still lingered in his heart and could not be dispelled.

Finally, Prince Yi decided not to avoid it anymore. He was eager to face this emotion and seek a completely honest communication.

Facing Prince Yi's sudden questioning, Su Rao was stunned for a moment, then a firm look flashed in her eyes: "Because I admire you, this is the most natural emotion."

Her words were sincere and undisguised, and Prince Yi was not blind to that purity.

Recalling the sudden attack, it was she who stood in front of him regardless of everything. At that moment, life and death seemed to have lost their color.

However, Prince Yi's words were filled with unshakable determination: "But you must know that I cannot give you love."

He admitted that he had felt a surge of emotions for her, but that was only a temporary confusion on the path of cultivation.

The path to Buddhism is long and arduous, and he had already made up his mind to overcome all obstacles one by one.

When Su Rao heard this, a hint of subtle disappointment flashed across her eyes, but she quickly adjusted her mood and did not let this vulnerability show at all.

On the scale of love and spiritual practice, she seems to have no choice but to stand on the other side and watch quietly.

But this is just a veil she carefully wove, delicate and subtle, hiding the true fluctuations in her heart.

The truth is like a distant mountain shrouded in morning mist, vague and profound.

Her feelings towards the King of Chess only remained at the curiosity and secret desire for that untouchable body.