After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

Xie Mishuang's wrists were slender and soft, as if they had no bones. Her palms were full of sweat and slightly cold.

When Ouyang Jing's fingertips touched her skin, his heart trembled inexplicably. He subconsciously held her hand tightly, reluctant to let go.

Xie Mishuang wanted to pull her hand back, but Ouyang Jing held it tightly and she couldn't move.

She raised her head and looked at Ouyang Jing in confusion, but met a pair of eyes as deep as the sea.

The imperial physician prescribed a few more medicines and left with his medicine box.

An Zixin was released by the maids and slumped to the ground with empty eyes, as if she had lost her soul.

Ouyang Jing looked at Xie Mishuang, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Xie Mishuang noticed his gaze, turned her head slightly, and waited for his explanation.

"Actually... Xiaoying is not my child." Ouyang Jing took a deep breath and said slowly, "He is Senior Brother Gu's child."

Xie Mishuang was stunned, her beautiful eyes widened, staring at Ouyang Jing in disbelief.

So, she had misunderstood everything before?

An embarrassed blush appeared on Xie Mishuang's face.

Ouyang Jing looked at her unpredictable expression, and a slight smile appeared on his thin lips.

"Then why don't you explain it clearly?" Xie Mishuang glared at him angrily.

"I wanted to too, but my beloved didn't give me a chance." Ouyang Jing sighed helplessly.

He turned his gaze to An Zixin, who was slumped on the ground, and his eyes gradually became sharp.

"An Zixin, I want to ask you, why did you pretend to be Xiaoying's biological mother? And where is his biological mother now?"

An Zixin suddenly laughed like crazy.

"Your Highness, I'm indeed not Xiaoying's biological mother, but I'm Xiaoying's savior." An Zixin's laughter stopped abruptly, and he stared at Xie Mishuang with resentment. "His mother died on the way, and I brought him all the way to the capital to find you. If it weren't for me, he would have starved to death long ago!"

"Then why do you keep using this child against me?" Xie Mishuang looked at An Zixin coldly, "It was the same last time, and it's the same this time!"

Ouyang Jing frowned and looked at Xie Mishuang in confusion: "Why do you say that, my beloved concubine?"

"Your Highness, don't you understand?" Xie Mishuang pointed at An Zixin, her tone icy, "That maidservant and the cook were both killed. It was obvious that they were targeting me. This time, Xiaoying had a high fever, and she deliberately took advantage of it to beg for mercy in front of you, so that you would think I am a cruel and ruthless woman!"

Ouyang Jing suddenly realized, that's it!

He looked at An Zixin with eyes full of coldness. This vicious woman actually dared to plot against his beloved woman like this!

"Someone, come and kick An out of the Prince's Mansion!" Ouyang Jing roared angrily.

Two maids immediately stepped forward and dragged the struggling An Zixin out.

The room suddenly became quiet, with only Ouyang Jing and Xie Mishuang left.

"Then what should we do with this child?" Xie Mishuang asked softly, looking at the child sleeping soundly on the bed.

Ouyang Jing looked at her tenderly and said softly, "Why don't you, my beloved concubine, take care of it?"

Xie Mishuang was slightly stunned, then nodded.

Xie Mishuang pursed her lips and agreed to his request: "I obey your command."

She raised her eyes and looked at Ouyang Jing: "Your Highness, I have decided that you don't have to go to Concubine Shang's room tonight. Your Highness, can you give me a favor?"

Ouyang Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his deep eyes: "Oh? Then whose room should I go to?"

As he spoke, he stepped closer to Xie Mishuang, his tall figure looming over her, carrying a faint scent of ambergris.

Xie Mishuang was forced to retreat again and again until he had nowhere to retreat.

She felt a little uncomfortable, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Of course it is... in Concubine Feng's room..."

"My beloved, are you really willing to let me go to Concubine Feng?" Ouyang Jing's breath sprayed on Xie Mishuang's ears, and the hot temperature made her ears turn pink.

Xie Mishuang felt hot all over and her heart was beating like a drum. She put her hand against Ouyang Jing's chest, trying to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist.

"According to the rules, Your Highness must sleep in a concubine's room tonight... otherwise..." Xie Mishuang's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally almost disappeared into the air.

"What else?" Ouyang Jing's lips were almost close to Xie Mishuang's cheek, and his warm breath sprinkled on her face, making her unable to help but close her eyes.

"Otherwise... the Queen Mother will definitely think that I have bewitched Your Highness..." There was a hint of bitterness in Xie Mishuang's voice, and she didn't know why she said such a thing.

Ouyang Jing heard her words and slowly let go of Xie Mishuang's hand, staring at her closely with his deep eyes.

He gently kissed Xie Mishuang's cheek, his voice low and magnetic: "Shuang'er, are you willing to let me go?"

Xie Mishuang looked at Ouyang Jing silently, her star-like eyes were full of her, but she didn't know if he felt the same way in his heart.

What she is sure of now is that she does not want to share a man with others. Maybe at the beginning she was just greedy for wealth and fame, but now she is a little greedy.

Xie Mi had tears in the corners of her eyes and slowly raised her red lips.

Ouyang Jing's heart moved, and he hugged Xie Mishuang's slender waist and lowered his head to kiss her red lips.

Tender and lingering, with a hint of long-suppressed desire, Xie Mishuang was intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

After a while, Ouyang Jing finally let her go. Xie Mishuang blushed and buried her head in his warm arms, not daring to look at him.

Ouyang Jing smiled softly, picked her up and walked towards the main room.

The night was deep, but undercurrents were stirring in the Prince's Mansion.

Feng Zihan was wearing a bright red wedding dress and a phoenix crown on her head. She sat in front of the dressing table, waiting quietly.

In the bronze mirror, she had picturesque features and skin as white as snow, but her beautiful eyes held a coldness that didn't match her wedding dress.

Time passed by little by little, but she was still the only one in the room.

"Squeak-"

The door was suddenly pushed open. A glimmer of hope flashed in Feng Zihan's eyes. She quickly stood up, but after seeing who was coming, her face instantly darkened.

"Qiuyue, why is it you? Where is His Highness?"

Qiuyue was her trusted maid, but at this moment she was sweating profusely and looked panicked.

"Your Highness, His Highness... His Highness has returned to the main house with the Crown Princess. I'm afraid... he won't be coming tonight."

Feng Zihan tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand, a hint of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

This heroine is indeed not that easy to deal with.

She originally designed to create a conflict between Shang Qiu Shui and An Zixin in order to lure the heroine out and prevent the hero from going to Shang Qiu Shui's room tonight.

According to her plan, the male protagonist should come to her room tonight.

Unexpectedly, the heroine's halo was so great that she easily resolved the crisis and captured the hero's heart.

"Haha, interesting." Feng Zihan sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, a cold mechanical voice sounded in her mind.

"You can't even meet the hero, yet you still have the audacity to say that you can conquer him? Have you thought about what to do next?" The voice was full of sarcasm and disdain.