After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

The night wind was blowing gently, and the palace lanterns outside the hall were swaying, stretching Xie Mishuang's figure to appear longer and shorter.

She yawned quietly and rubbed her sore eyes.

This is not a solution. We can't let her stand outside this cold palace all night, right?

She was hesitating about how to start when the door of the bedroom creaked open.

A tall figure in a black robe appeared at the door, and Xie Mishuang smelled a faint aroma of wine.

He drank?

Ouyang Jing walked towards her slowly. With the help of the light in the room, Xie Mishuang could see his face clearly.

He looked a little decadent, with his hair hanging down in disorder on his forehead, covering his eyebrows and eyes, but adding a lazy charm to his appearance.

An inexplicable feeling of oppression came over him, and Xie Mishuang unconsciously took a few steps back.

He opened his thin lips slightly with a hint of mocking smile: "What? Are you scared?"

Xie Mishuang's face turned slightly pale. He did look a little scary. His deep eyes seemed to hide an endless abyss that made people dare not look directly at him.

But she still stood there pretending to be calm, trying to maintain a calm expression on her face.

Ouyang Jing approached step by step until he was in front of her, his tall figure almost covering her.

Xie Mishuang could almost smell the alcohol and faint scent of ambergris emanating from him, which made her even more nervous.

She took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to speak:

"Your Majesty...if you are not feeling well, I will come to serve you another day."

Xie Mishuang subconsciously took another half step back, but Ouyang Jing grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his chest. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the burning heat coming through his clothes.

"Your voice... is very similar to hers." Ouyang Jing's voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Xie Mi's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart sank suddenly.

Could it be...that he recognized her?

Before she could come up with a plan, Ouyang Jing suddenly let go of her hand and laughed self-deprecatingly: "But you are not her, it can't be her. If she comes back, she will definitely come to see me first."

Xie Mishuang then secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he had made a mistake.

She patted her chest, trying to suppress the panic in her heart, and said calmly, "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences. The previous Crown Princess should have died long ago. Your Majesty does not need to look for her anymore."

Ouyang Jing frowned slightly when he heard this, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "You and she are both disciples of Divine Doctor Li, why do you curse her like this?"

Xie Mishuang was shocked. Could it be that... he mistook her for the female doctor from Shuangnvtang? That's right, she was wearing a veil when she took his pulse before, so he didn't recognize her.

"Junior Sister hasn't been heard from since three years ago, so I guess she's dead," Xie Mishuang explained quickly. "Besides, it's rumored that Junior Sister fell off a cliff and her body is gone, so..."

"You and she are from the same sect," Ouyang Jing interrupted Xie Mishuang, his tone a little excited, "and Shuangnvtang disappeared the day after you took my pulse. Do you know where she is?"

Xie Mishuang was stunned. It turned out that he kept her to find out the whereabouts of Xie Jieshuang, not to take her as a concubine.

She had wrongly blamed him.

But even so, he still had sex with Anman and ultimately betrayed her.

She wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

"I really don't know." Xie Mishuang shook her head with a firm tone.

The light in Ouyang Jing's eyes gradually dimmed. He turned his back and said in a cold tone, "Go back. Considering that you and she are sisters, I will take good care of you for her until you tell me her whereabouts."

Xie Mishuang finally understood what was being said: she wouldn't be allowed to leave until her whereabouts were found. This house arrest was truly justified.

She straightened herself up and walked outside.

In Yilan Palace, Qinghe and Aya were waiting anxiously.

"Why has the Queen been gone for so long?" Aya paced back and forth, looking worried. "Is anything wrong?"

Qing He was also a little uneasy, but she tried to remain calm: "Don't talk nonsense, the emperor summoned me, what could go wrong? Maybe the emperor and the queen had a few more words."

"But..." Aya wanted to say something, but saw Xie Mishuang appear at the door.

"Your Majesty!" The two of them hurried forward, "Does the Emperor recognize you?"

Xie Mishuang shook her head gently, her tone calm: "The emperor mistook me for his senior sister."

Qinghe and Aya looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.

"Senior Sister? When did Her Majesty have a senior sister?" Aya was the first to break the silence, with a hint of confusion in her tone.

Xie Mi's eyes flickered, avoiding their gazes, and he said vaguely, "It's the past, let's not talk about it."

Seeing that Xie Mishuang was unwilling to say more, Qinghe stopped asking questions and just looked at Xie Mishuang worriedly, feeling that things were not simple.

At the same time, a depressing atmosphere permeated the Queen's bedroom, Fengluan Palace.

Aman's exquisite makeup could not conceal the anger between her brows.

She threw the teacup in her hand to the ground, fragments flying everywhere, and tea splashed onto the palace maids' skirts, scaring them so much that they trembled and knelt on the ground, not daring to look up.

"Bang!" The sound of the teacup breaking was particularly harsh in the silent palace.

"Since the day I married him, he hasn't touched me!" An Man was furious, her voice sharp. "I thought he was just harboring that little bitch Xie Jieshuang in his heart, but I didn't expect him to choose a concubine and send her to sleep with him today! Ouyang Jing, Ouyang Jing, how can this princess be inferior to those people?!"

Amber approached Anman cautiously and whispered soothingly, "Your Majesty, calm down. It's not worth it for a bitch. I heard that it's because that concubine looks a bit like the Crown Princess back then, and the Emperor is just using her as a substitute."

"The substitute is better than me!" Anman roared, interrupting Amber.

She walked to the bronze mirror and looked at herself in the mirror carefully.

The face that once captivated the whole country now seems to have shown some signs of aging.

She extended her slender fingers and gently stroked the corners of her eyes, her tone tinged with panic and resentment. "My face was once stunningly beautiful, but now... it seems a little old."

She turned to look at Amber, with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in her eyes, "Amber, look quickly, do I have a few wrinkles here?"

Amber quickly shook her head, putting on a huge smile, and said in an exaggerated tone, "Your Majesty, you're joking. You're still as beautiful as before. No, you're even more beautiful than before! Even the sun and the moon pale in comparison!"

Anman looked left and right in the bronze mirror, his brows still furrowed.

She only regarded Amber's flattery as perfunctory words.