After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

She spoke every word in a serious tone, yet with a bit of feminine coquettishness, which made Ouyang Jing's heart feel as if it was gently tickled by a feather, making it numb and tingling.

Ouyang Jing pretended to be in deep thought, his brows slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed, as if he was seriously considering Xie Mishuang's request.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his tone tinged with joking, "My beloved concubine, I will carefully consider this request and see how you perform tonight."

After saying that, he reached out and pulled Xie Mishuang into his arms, wanting to hold her in his arms.

Xie Mishuang had been prepared for this and deftly dodged his embrace, still holding his belt with one hand, and said coquettishly, "Your Highness, why are you so anxious? I've been tired all day, and my whole body is covered in sweat, which is a bit sticky. I want to take a bath."

Ouyang Jing looked into her cunning eyes, his heart burning even more. He asked in an ambiguous tone, "So, my beloved concubine, are you inviting me to bathe with you?"

Xie Mishuang's pretty face flushed, and she said coquettishly: "Your Highness, why do you have to be so blunt? I'll leave first."

After saying that, she fled from the study, leaving Ouyang Jing standing there alone, but he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

Soon, Xie Mishuang took off her clothes and soaked in the bathtub filled with warm water.

The hot air made her fair skin look even more delicate, like a hibiscus bud about to bloom, pure and beautiful.

She closed her eyes quietly, feeling the warm water wrapping her, and her fatigue was swept away.

However, the next second, she felt a hard chest pressing against her from behind, and a familiar masculine scent surrounded her.

Xie Mishuang slowly opened his eyes and knew who it was without turning around.

She leaned gently in Ouyang Jing's arms, feeling his body warmth, and her heart was at peace.

Ouyang Jing also felt her tiredness, so he stood upright in the bathtub and let her lean on him.

He gently stroked her hair, his movements gentle, as if he was caring for a rare treasure.

Before she knew it, Xie Mishuang fell asleep in Ouyang Jing's arms.

Ouyang Jing looked down at the sleeping person in his arms, a doting smile on his lips.

He carefully lifted her out of the bathtub, wiped the water off her body with a soft handkerchief, then carried her to the bed and covered her with a quilt.

After doing all this, he turned and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to gently kiss her forehead.

As the night deepened, the only sounds left in the room were the sounds of two intertwined breathing...

Dali Temple was cold and damp, and the air was filled with a smell of decay.

Shang Zhize was roughly pushed into the cell by two jailers. The heavy shackles rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.

He collapsed to the ground powerlessly, like a puppet with its soul sucked out, with empty eyes, pale face and thin body, completely different from the high-spirited young master of the Shang family in the past.

"Zer! Ze'er! My son!" Li's shrill cries rang out outside the cell. She rushed to the cell door desperately, holding the cold iron bars tightly with both hands.

Shang Yong stood behind Li, looking at his son's half-human, half-ghost appearance, feeling heartbroken and burning with anger.

He grabbed the jailer who was escorting Shang Zhize and roared, "What on earth did you do to him! How could he become like this!"

The jailer impatiently waved Shang Yong's hand away and sneered, "Sir Shang, we are only following orders. As for how he became like this, we don't know. He was already like this when we found him, right in front of the Dali Temple, like a lost dog."

A stray dog! Shang Yongqi was trembling all over. These three words deeply hurt his self-esteem.

He was a first-rank doctor, yet he had fallen to the point of being humiliated like this!

Li looked through the iron bars and saw the heavy shackles on Shang Zhize's wrists and ankles. She was so distressed that tears welled up in her eyes.

She stretched out her trembling hand, wanting to touch her son's cheek, but was ruthlessly blocked by the cold iron bars.

"Zer, look at me, I'm your mother!" Li cried, her voice hoarse. "What happened to you? How did you become like this? Speak, say something to me!"

However, Shang Zhize turned a deaf ear to Li's call. He just sat on the ground blankly, looking ahead with empty eyes, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

"It must be the Crown Prince!" Shang Yong gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with rage. "How could he be so cruel as to do this to my son? I will never forgive him!"

He thought the prince was just going to lock him up to teach him a lesson, but he didn't expect the prince to be so vicious and torture his son into this state that he was neither human nor ghost!

"Master, what should we do?" Li helplessly grabbed Shang Yong's sleeve, as if grabbing the last straw, "You must think of a way to save Ze'er!"

Shang Yong took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and comforted her: "Don't worry, Madam, I will definitely rescue Ze'er. I have already made arrangements. Someone will come to rescue us soon."

He sneered in his heart. Does the prince think he can defeat him like this?

He was too naive! He had been operating in the capital for many years, how could he be brought down so easily?

However, what Shang Yong didn't know was that the escape routes he thought he had had were destroyed one by one by the Crown Prince the moment he was imprisoned in the Dali Temple.

As time went by, the cell became dark and damp, and exuded a disgusting musty smell.

Shang Yong and Li had always lived a life of luxury, how could they have ever suffered such hardship?

They hoped day and night that someone would come to rescue them, but no one else came except the jailer who brought them food.

"Someone come! Someone come!" Shang Yong finally couldn't hold back his anxiety and shouted loudly outside the cell.

Shang Yong paced back and forth in the cramped cell, feeling anxious.

He waited for several days but no one came to rescue them. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and shouted outside the cell: "Someone come! Someone come!"

A short, fat jailer sauntered over and asked impatiently, "What are you yelling about? Why are you yelling like a ghost in broad daylight?"

Shang Yong suppressed his anger and tried to keep his tone calm. "Sir, may I ask when Lord Lei will bring me to trial? I have been waiting here for many days."

The jailer sneered and squinted at Shang Yong, his tone full of mockery: "Master Lei is busy with all sorts of affairs, how can he care about prisoners like you! Just wait, wait until he remembers it!"

Shang Yong took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress his urge to strangle the bully in front of him, and slowed down his tone: "Then please let the official know that I want to see Lord Zhang, Lord Liu, and Lord Xu, any one of them will do!"

The jailer burst into laughter as if he had heard some huge joke.