After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

Anman took Ouyang Jing's wrist and returned to her room happily.

Ouyang Jing's face was as cold as ice at the moment, but she didn't care.

She silently took out the gold hairpin she had picked up in the carriage that day from her sleeve. The hairpin gleamed with a warm luster in the candlelight.

Sure enough, when Ouyang Jing saw the golden hairpin, his eyes froze slightly, and a sense of familiarity and intimacy surged in his heart.

He involuntarily reached out to touch it, but stopped in mid-air.

Could it be... Could it be that Anman is the girl he has been looking for?

This thought flashed through his mind like lightning, softening his originally cold eyes a little.

"It's late, Princess, please go to bed early." Ouyang Jing's voice unconsciously became much softer, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his tone.

Anman was secretly delighted, but remained expressionless. He replied softly, "Yes, Your Highness."

Ouyang Jing turned around and prepared to leave, but An Man quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes, with a hint of expectation in her eyes: "Your Highness, are you not staying overnight?"

Ouyang Jing paused, his eyes flickering: "I have something important to do, you take a rest first." As he said that, he walked out of the room again.

Seeing this, Anman hurriedly hugged him from behind.

She deliberately wore little clothing underneath, her soft body pressed against his back.

Any man would have reacted. She said softly, "Your Highness, we haven't performed the ceremony of husband and wife yet. Can you stay tonight?"

Ouyang Jing's body stiffened slightly. He tried to pull Anman's hand away, but she held him tighter, her voice tinged with tears. "I'm a princess married for a foreign country. It's only right that you stay here tonight. Even if... even if nothing happens, at least give me some face. Otherwise, how will the servants in the mansion look at me?"

Ouyang Jing thought about it and felt that what Anman said made some sense.

As the crown prince, he should indeed consider Anman's face.

So, he relaxed, but his tone remained cold: "I will sleep on the tea table tonight."

Seeing Ouyang Jing relax, An Man quickly let go of his hand, feeling secretly proud.

As long as the prince can be allowed to stay, the rest of the matter will be easy.

The prince is a man after all. If she takes off her clothes later, he might come up to her and have sex with her.

Ouyang Jing walked to the tea table and lay down on his side, supporting his head with one hand, his hair casually scattered on his chest, a lazy and noble temperament emanating from within.

Anman was stunned. His face was as perfect as if it was carved by a god. This man belonged to her. No one else in the world was worthy of him except her.

Ouyang Jing quietly closed his eyes and dozed off.

As long as he can get through tonight, this woman should have no excuse to pester him.

He rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. He had hardly slept these days because of the prince's affairs.

Anman blushed and slowly took off her clothes, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

She secretly glanced at Ouyang Jing, but found that his eyes were still closed and he could not see the "beautiful scenery" she had carefully prepared.

Anman was not discouraged. She pretended to pass by Ouyang Jing and swayed beside him. Her graceful figure swayed gracefully in the candlelight.

But he still closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he was really asleep.

"Falling asleep already?" Anman muttered to himself, feeling somewhat unwilling.

She bit her lip, made up her mind, and deliberately cried out "ouch", pretending to fall, and knocked over a teacup, making a sharp cracking sound.

"Snap!" The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the silent room.

An Man covered her ankle and secretly looked up at Ouyang Jing, only to find that he hadn't opened his eyes yet!!!

Little did people know that Ouyang Jing had been awake almost all night these days because of the prince's disappearance. Now, as soon as he got into bed, he fell into a deep sleep and was almost unaware of the sounds from the outside world.

Anman was so angry that he could only go back to the bed and lie down heavily, feeling depressed.

"Such a perfect man is actually not interested in women. Could he be a homosexual?" This thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately rejected it.

"No, then why is that woman pregnant? Could it be that her child really isn't the prince's?"

The more Anman thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes.

"I won't expose her!"

On the other side, in Xie Mishuang's room, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She just heard from Qinghe that Ouyang Jing actually stayed at Anman's place, which she couldn't accept no matter what.

Xie Mishuang clutched the quilt tightly, feeling confused.

The next morning, Xie Mishuang opened the door and called Qinghe.

Qing He had two dark circles under her eyes, obviously having been on guard all night, and she checked for Xie Mishuang to see if Ouyang Jing had stayed in Anman's room.

Qing He glanced at Xie Mi Shuang with some frustration, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

When Xie Mishuang saw this, he understood, and the piercing pain in his heart came again.

Qing He nodded and whispered, "Your Majesty, I saw with my own eyes that His Highness came out of Princess Anman's room this morning."

Xie Mishuang took a deep breath and tried hard to control his emotions.

"Your Highness, what should we do?" Qing He asked anxiously, "As long as His Highness doesn't regain his memory, he won't be stuck with that woman forever, right? What if His Highness really falls in love with her?"

Xie Mishuang's face turned pale, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

Qing He also realized that she had said too much and quickly made amends, "Your Majesty, don't worry, His Highness has only temporarily lost his memory. He will definitely remember you! When he remembers you, he will definitely compensate Your Majesty a hundredfold or a thousandfold!"

Xie Mishuang was unhappy and did not respond. The scene of Ouyang Jing and An Man together kept appearing in her mind. Her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, and it hurt so much.

It was not until the afternoon that a burst of noise broke the tranquility of the yard.

Xie Mishuang looked up and saw Anman coming to her yard with a large group of maids and guards in a menacing manner.

In the sunshine, Aman was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with golden hairpins and step-shakes, looking dazzling, with a proud smile of a winner on her face.

Xie Mishuang slowly walked out of the room, looking at the scene, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she asked in confusion: "Crown Princess, what do you mean by this?"

Anman covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, pretending to be concerned and said, "Oh, Sister Pingfei, I saw that you didn't look well, so I specially found a doctor to take your pulse." As she spoke, she winked at an old doctor behind her.

The old doctor immediately understood and stepped forward, bowing and saying, "Empress Ping, please stretch out your right hand so I can show it to you."

Xie Mishuang had a cold face, and emphasized the three words "Crown Princess" with an icy tone: "No need, I know my own body well, so I won't bother you, Crown Princess."

Anman's smug smile became even wider. It seemed that Xie Mishuang already knew that the prince stayed in her room last night.