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

Her eyes moved around, finally stopping on Prince Yi's well-defined lips, and a sudden impulse arose in her heart.

So, she suddenly leaned forward, and with a decisive attitude, gently kissed the lips that made her heart beat.

Prince Yi's eyes flashed instantly, showing surprise and unexpected joy.

This time, Su Rao did not retreat quickly as usual. Instead, she chose to stay and explore delicately with the tip of her tongue, savoring the sudden intimacy.

Gradually, she felt the other party's response deepen, and his originally calm eyes gradually became deeper, as if being pulled by some emotion, becoming complex and deep.

Su Rao felt that Prince Yi's lips seemed to contain a mysterious power that accelerated her heartbeat, gradually blurred her mind, and enveloped her body and mind in an unprecedented heat.

Even so, she still maintained a rare clarity of mind, with the regret of the unfinished business last time echoing in her heart.

She boldly reached out her hand through the gap in his black collar, her fingers lightly slid across his strong chest, and finally stopped on the shallow scar.

At that moment, a rare look of confusion and disorder appeared on Prince Yi's face, which was always unusually cold and calm.

A hint of sweetness involuntarily welled up in my throat, but deep in my heart, there was a call of wildness, strong and irresistible.

Su Rao's emotions reached a peak, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her eyes. In a trance, she seemed to meet the gaze of the compassionate Buddha statue in the temple.

The thought of letting this Buddhist, who should have had pure six senses, break his precepts in front of her was so tempting that she could hardly extricate herself.

The passion in Su Rao's heart burned like a flame, and she felt that she was only one step away from success. At this moment, a sharp pain suddenly spread from her heart, pulling her back to reality from the edge of intoxication.

No, he can’t be allowed to break the rules.

Once they cross that moral line, there will be no turning back.

He will...

Prince Yi's eyes were clear and bright. Suddenly, he seemed to wake up from a dream and pushed away the woman who was leaning on him tightly: "Get out."

Su Rao was stunned, with unbelievable emotions surging in her heart.

Just a moment ago, they were still immersed in the gentleness and affection, but at this moment, he seemed like a different person, with a firm attitude and no trace of warmth left.

"Get out." His voice sounded again.

A trace of bitterness and helplessness flashed through Su Rao's heart, and in the end she could only choose to obey. She slowly stepped out of the threshold with heavy steps.

The moment she turned around, she looked back reluctantly, only to see that his originally tender and affectionate face was once again covered with a cold mask, and the confusion in his eyes had completely disappeared.

As she left, the door slowly closed, making a barely audible sound.

Behind the door, an imperceptible trace of blood oozed from the corner of Prince Yi's lips. He covered his chest tightly, his brows twisted into a knot, and his painful expression revealed his inner struggle and torment.

Outside the door, Su Rao sighed softly, and her fingers inadvertently stroked her lapels, as if trying to draw some warmth from it.

Once again, all efforts seemed to come to naught at the critical moment.

Why is it such a difficult task to get this proud Prince Yi to break his own rules?

He clearly had an indescribable affection for her, so why did he always bury that emotion deeply at the most critical moments?

Su Rao walked slowly through the quiet Buddhist temple. The sunlight shone through the window lattice onto her shoulders, but it could not dispel the haze in her heart.

At this time, she met Mo Yi.

Mo Yi's cheeks flushed slightly, and he quickly looked away when he saw Su Rao, as if he was afraid that she would see through the secret in his heart.

"Didn't the prince chase you away this time?"

His voice was tinged with concern and caution.

Su Rao nodded slightly, and Mo Yi seemed to be relieved. He felt both gratified and puzzled by the complex emotions of his own prince - why would he treat someone he obviously cared about like this?

Su Rao found a stone step to sit down, patted the empty space beside her, and with gentle eyes invited Mo to sit with her.

"Come, let's talk," she said.

Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down a little further away from her, his eyes avoiding her face intentionally or unintentionally.

"What are you talking about?"

he asked casually.

"Let's talk about your prince."

Su Rao's eyes became deep. She realized that her understanding of Prince Yi was far from enough and hoped to get more clues from Mo Yi.

Regarding the inside story of Prince Yi's sudden retreat into Buddhism, Mo Yi thought for a moment and then spoke slowly, "The rumors outside are not far from the truth. The prince decided to become a monk after a long conversation with Master Mingkong all night. That conversation seemed to have touched something deep in his heart."

Su Rao had long heard of Master Mingkong, who was respected even by the emperor. He was a high monk in Buddhism with unfathomable cultivation.

"What was their relationship like in the past?" Su Rao asked.

Mo Yi recalled: "The relationship between them is very special. When the prince was young, he was vigorous and vigorous, with both civil and military skills. He had made great military achievements at a young age. He was outstanding, but also had human warmth. Master Mingkong was detached from the world. But whenever they met, they always had a good conversation, as if they were soulmates."

Su Rao fell into deep thought, which meant that the friendship between Prince Yi and Master Mingkong was deep and long-lasting.

But she still didn't understand why such a big change happened when Prince Yi was fifteen years old?

"When he was fifteen, Prince Yi decided to become a monk. Did anything unusual happen that year?" Su Rao continued to inquire.

A complicated look passed across Mo Yi's face. He seemed to have something to say, but he was hesitant and ultimately did not say it.

This forced Su Rao to speculate on her own: what kind of drastic changes had taken place in the imperial court five years ago that could have made a young and promising general so disheartened that he decided to become a monk?

Memories drifted back to five years ago, that was the thirteenth year of Mingde, Prince Yi was still a young general, full of vigor and ambition... "Is it because of the battle in Yunyao Mountain?"

Su Rao suddenly put forward this conjecture.

Mo Yi looked at Su Rao in surprise. Her expression was as if she had accidentally touched a dusty memory, and that memory was a secret that many people avoided talking about.

Su Rao's guess seemed to hit the nail on the head.

The prince always kept silent about that past event, and the subtlety and complexity of it added a bit of unspeakable mystery.

The Battle of Yunyao Mountain was a period of history mixed with glory and gloom. The Dalan Kingdom achieved a glorious victory through the collision of iron, blood and wisdom.

The glory of the war illuminates the mountains and rivers, but it also casts an indelible shadow in the prince's heart.

Despite his outstanding military achievements, he seemed like a different person when he returned. His former bravery and heroism seemed to have disappeared along with the smoke of the battlefield.