Who put the yellow robe on me?

Her voice was gentle and firm, like a ray of warm sunshine that penetrated the haze in Jiang Chen's heart.

At that moment, Jiang Chen felt a shock in his heart. This woman actually stood so firmly on his side.

He was stunned for a long time, and did not speak for a long time, looking at He Xiaowei with complicated eyes. At that moment, Jiang Chen could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat, heavy and rapid.

The look in He Xiaowei's eyes before him revealed a depth that he had never noticed before, as if she was looking through all the chaotic appearances and seeing directly into the deepest fragility in his heart.

"Xiao Wei'er, what did you say?" Jiang Chen finally spoke, his voice low and with a barely perceptible tremor.

He Xiaowei did not avoid looking, but looked directly into Jiang Chen's eyes. Her eyes were firm, as if she had already prepared to face all the consequences.

She took a deep breath and said slowly: "Your Highness, I will support you at any time."

These words were like a gentle breeze, gently blowing through Jiang Chen's heart, yet they carried a force that could not be ignored. He was stunned, and a huge wave of emotion was set off in his heart.

This woman had stood so firmly by his side, even in such a complex and dangerous situation, she still chose to support him. He couldn't describe his feelings: confusion, warmth, shock, and even a hint of hope that he hadn't yet perceived.

The gleam in her eyes left Jiang Chen baffled. Did the "whenever" she'd mentioned contain his deepest secrets? Was there no doubt or concern left in her heart?

His mind gradually became confused, but reason still controlled everything.

Jiang Chen observed He Xiaowei silently, but a sense of foreboding began to rise in his mind. Her eyes seemed to conceal too many unspoken things.

This woman must have guessed something...

But how much did this woman guess...?

The tension in the air grew thicker at this moment, as if the entire room was shrouded in an indescribable aura. Jiang Chen's eyes kept scanning He Xiaowei's face, his heart beating faster.

The woman in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar. Every look and every word she said made him fall into deep thoughts.

Jiang Chen swallowed involuntarily, and the emotions surging in his heart became more and more complicated.

Their eyes intertwined, and each of them could see the indescribable emotion in each other's eyes.

……

Jiang Chen looked at He Xiaowei. Her eyes, filled with tenderness and deep meaning, seemed to contain endless charm, which made him gradually lose his composure.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Jiang Chen's eyes were fixed on He Xiaowei's adorable eyes, and his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.

He slowly approached and could smell her elegant fragrance, a unique aroma that mixed the scent of books and the gentle breath of a woman, which was intoxicating.

He Xiaowei seemed to be aware of Jiang Chen's intention and symbolically stepped back a little, but her back was against the wall and she had nowhere to retreat.

Jiang Chen's hand gently touched her shoulder, not with much force, but with an irresistible dominance. His eyes grew deeper, revealing an unquestionable possessiveness.

"Your Highness..." He Xiaowei called softly, her voice filled with panic and uneasiness.

However, before she could utter a single word, Jiang Chen's face slowly approached. His gaze burned, as if to completely melt the woman before him. His breath drew closer, a slightly cool breath brushing against her cheek, causing her heart to beat like a drum.

The kiss fell lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, with a tentative tone.

He Xiaowei's body trembled slightly and she closed her eyes. At that moment, all her struggles and reserve seemed to become insignificant in the face of Jiang Chen's approach.

Gradually, Jiang Chen's movements became bolder. His kisses were no longer gentle, but carried an uncontrollable passion that swept He Xiaowei in like a violent storm. His hands slid slowly from her shoulders, gently wrapping around her waist, locking her body firmly in his arms.

He Xiaowei's breathing became rapid and her cheeks became redder. She tried to break free, but found that her strength became insignificant under his hot embrace.

Her hands pushed away slightly, but she couldn't help but relax slowly, as if she was also engulfed by the strong emotion.

Jiang Chen's hands gradually became restless. His fingers traced the slightly raised lines of He Xiaowei's chest, with a restrained but uncontrollable desire.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she wanted to resist, but she was pulled by some emotion in her heart and allowed him to cross that last line of defense.

Unlike the arrogance and grace of Yelu Mengmeng, the third princess of Northern Qiang, and also different from Luo Lan's coldness and sharp curves, although He Xiaowei's figure is not outstanding, and even worse than that of ordinary women, her charm is unique.

The tenderness and shyness in her eyes are enough to make any man lose himself in her gentle embrace.

He Xiaowei's charm is not ostentatious, but rather reserved, like a small flower that blooms only for the right person. Her slightly tender body, slightly trembling breathing, and a pair of watery eyes all exude a unique attraction.

Jiang Chen's reason was gradually swallowed by his emotions. His eyes were hot and fierce as he stared intently at the woman in his arms.

The Thirteenth Princess' disappearance and the upcoming deadline, at this moment he was completely preoccupied by the scene before him.

"Xiao Wei'er..." Jiang Chen called her name softly, his voice hoarse and gentle, revealing an affection that was difficult to conceal.

He Xiaowei's cheeks were already red, and she bit her lower lip lightly, trying to suppress her inner turmoil.

However, her eyes betrayed her. There was a hint of soft dependence mixed in with her shyness, as if she was responding to every move of Jiang Chen.

Just as Jiang Chen's hands were about to explore further——

Boom boom boom!

A sudden knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

"Sir, Guard Zhou Liangwei is here." Han Qingsong's voice came from outside the door, with a little anxiety.

He Xiaowei suddenly came back to her senses, as if waking up from a dream.

She pushed Jiang Chen away in panic with her hands and hurriedly tidied up her clothes that he had messed up.

Her pretty face flushed red, even her ears were stained with a touch of red, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "Your Highness, I should go back."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, looking at her flustered expression, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He wanted so badly to keep her, to make this moment last forever. But reason ultimately made him suppress his impulse.

He nodded gently and whispered, "I'll come look for you after I finish Thirteenth Sister's business."

He Xiaowei didn't respond, but simply lowered her head, turned hurriedly, and headed for the door. Her steps were a little unsteady, as if she hadn't yet fully recovered from her recent emotions.

Before leaving, she turned her head slightly and gave Jiang Chen an indescribable look. Her eyes were full of complex emotions, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything in the end.