After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

"Your Highness..." Xie Mishuang was stunned. Before she could finish her words, the prince picked her up by the waist and strode towards the bed.

"Come, my beloved." The prince gently placed Xie Mishuang on the bed, his eyes burning as if he wanted to melt her.

"Wait, Your Highness!" Xie Mishuang quickly put his hand on the prince's chest. "It's broad daylight, isn't it... inappropriate for us to do this?"

The prince grabbed Xie Mishuang's hand and pressed it against his chest, his tone domineering with a hint of smile: "Isn't it broad daylight over there? What's wrong with that? We are husband and wife, this is a hobby."

Xie Mishuang felt the heat coming from the prince's chest, and her heartbeat quickened, but she still insisted: "No, Qinghe and Li Zhong are still outside, and the noise is too loud... not good."

Upon hearing this, the prince curled up his lips into a wicked smile. He ripped open his belt, and his dark robe with gold thread trim immediately fell apart, revealing his strong and fair chest, on which was clearly imprinted a bright red kiss mark.

"This was all done by my beloved concubine. I didn't expect that my beloved concubine was so strong-willed." The prince grabbed Xie Mishuang's hand and gently pressed it on the kiss mark, with a hint of ridicule and pride in his tone.

Xie Mishuang looked at the prince's hard chest and abdominal muscles, and couldn't help swallowing, her heart beating like a drum.

She had never seen such a proactive and bold prince, and for a moment she forgot to refuse.

"Your Highness..." Xie Mishuang's voice was soft and weak, with a hint of compromise.

"Just this time, it won't happen again."

Xie Mishuang closed her eyes and slowly pressed her lips against Ouyang Jing's abdominal muscles.

Ouyang Jing seemed to be trying hard to suppress something.

After a moment, he finally couldn't help it. He turned over and pressed Xie Mishuang under him, kissing her passionately.

In the room, an ambiguous atmosphere permeated, accompanied by bursts of blushing voices...

Outside the door, Qing He and Li Zhong stood side by side, both with red faces and lowered heads in embarrassment, neither daring to look at the other.

"Your Majesty...and His Highness have such a good relationship." Qinghe said in a low voice.

Li Zhong didn't say anything, just nodded silently, but his clenched fists revealed his inner unrest at the moment.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from the room, and Qinghe and Li Zhong's faces turned red instantly.

The two looked at each other and saw embarrassment and panic in each other's eyes.

"Um...I...I'll go over there and take a look." Li Zhong stuttered, then fled away.

Qing He looked at Li Zhong's fleeing back and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

*

Inside the Fenghua Hall, there are carved beams and painted buildings, and the hall is magnificent and golden. However, the scent of ambergris rising from the incense burner cannot mask the solemn atmosphere inside the hall.

Princess Yong'an threw herself into Concubine Wen's arms, her delicate face tearful, and I felt pity for her.

"Mother, please make the decision for me!"

Concubine Wen was dressed in gorgeous clothes, looking elegant and graceful, but at this moment, her brows were furrowed. She patted Yong'an's back with heartache and asked softly, "My son, who made you angry? Tell me, and I will seek justice for you."

"Who else could it be? It's Xie Mishuang!" Princess Yong'an raised her head suddenly, her delicate little face full of resentment.

"Today at the Qujiang Banquet, Xie Mishuang was restless and dared to meet her lover in secret. I caught her red-handed! Not only was she not ashamed, she even shamelessly tried to make excuses. Even the Crown Prince defended her and scolded me in front of so many people! Father, Mother, Xie Mishuang must have drugged the Crown Prince with some kind of magic potion, causing him to lose his sense of right and wrong!"

Princess Yong'an felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke, with tears as big as beans rolling down her cheeks. She cried like a pear blossom in the rain, which made people feel very distressed.

Upon hearing this, Concubine Wen's face darkened. She looked at the gloomy emperor sitting on the dragon throne and quickly scolded him, "Yong'an, don't talk nonsense! You can't just make up stories about the Crown Princess!"

Princess Yong'an stopped crying immediately after being scolded by Concubine Wen. She hung her head in grievance, twisting the handkerchief in her hand, but said no more.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, his brows furrowed, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his deep eyes.

He said in a deep voice, "Yong'an, if what you said is true, I will order your grandmother to thoroughly investigate what happened today and will definitely give you an explanation."

Princess Yong'an's eyes lit up when she heard this. She quickly raised her head, bursting into laughter as she said in a sweet voice, "Thank you, Father! I knew you loved me the most!"

After that, she regained her usual innocent look and said to the emperor coquettishly, "Father, I heard that the peonies in the imperial garden are in bloom. They are so beautiful. I want to go and see them."

The emperor looked at Yong'an's charming appearance, and his anger dissipated a little. He nodded lovingly and said, "Go."

Princess Yong'an stood up happily, and before leaving, she gave Concubine Wen a provocative look, and then she skipped out of Fenghua Palace.

After Princess Yong'an left, Concubine Wen stood up and walked to the emperor's side. She stretched out her hand and gently massaged his shoulders, saying in a delicate voice, "Your Majesty, you dote on Yong'an too much. You've spoiled this child."

The emperor held Concubine Wen's hand and laughed heartily: "I only have this one precious daughter. Who else should I favor if not her? Is my beloved concubine jealous?"

Concubine Wen glared at the emperor coquettishly and said shyly, "How could I have that?"

The Emperor smiled and embraced Concubine Wen, but his expression gradually grew serious. "The Anguo envoys will arrive soon. They have come to ask for the hand of our princess. I intend to marry Yong'an. What do you think, my beloved concubine?"

Upon hearing this, Concubine Wen's face suddenly changed. She quickly knelt at the emperor's feet, saying anxiously, "Your Majesty, this absolutely cannot happen! Yong'an is still young, having just passed the age of marriage. I really cannot bear to let her go."

Her eyes were slightly red and she looked pitiful.

The emperor looked at Concubine Wen's tearful face, and his heart softened. His tone softened a bit. "My beloved concubine, what are you talking about? After the age of 15, you are no longer young. A girl should marry when she is old enough. Yong'an is a princess, and marrying the crown prince of Anguo is the most suitable. In the future, she will become the mother of an entire country. How wonderful."

"But Your Majesty..." Concubine Wen wanted to persuade her again, but was interrupted by the emperor.

"My beloved concubine, don't you trust me? Since I have decided to let Yong'an marry, I will naturally make arrangements for her. You can rest assured." There was a hint of unquestionable majesty in the emperor's tone.

Concubine Wen was startled, knowing that the emperor was determined to have Yong'an marry far away. However, she still refused to give up. She bit her lower lip and said worriedly, "Your Majesty, the Anguo attacked our border towns a few years ago. Although they appear to be at peace now, they may still harbor evil intentions. If Yong'an is really allowed to marry there, her life may be in danger!"

Upon hearing this, the emperor frowned and pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "An Guo and our country have signed a hundred-year agreement, and we will naturally abide by it. Besides, I will send people to secretly protect Yong An, so don't worry, my beloved concubine." After that, he gently patted Concubine Wen's hand, motioning her to rest assured.