Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen hurriedly shouted, "Xiao Wei'er, I will never allow you to be sacrificed like this! I must personally handle my own problems, and then take you far away, away from this court full of disputes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an immense rage ignited in his heart. The air seemed to freeze, as if every breath was pulled by this determination.

He almost wanted to stand up, intending to fight his way out to find Prime Minister He to argue, and vent the burning resentment and anger in his heart to the long-suppressed forces.

He Xiaowei suddenly hugged him gently from behind, holding him tightly in her arms. This sudden gentle touch, like the first soft spring breeze blowing across the frozen lake, instantly melted Jiang Chen's anger into delicate tenderness.

He could feel He Xiaowei's slightly trembling body, and her almost mournful voice whispered to his ears: "I... I'm willing to fight for this year for you. Jiang Lang, I've bought you a year, and I'm waiting for you to come pick me up!"

He Xiaowei's words were filled with the poignant beauty of a tearful woman, and a look of reluctance.

At that moment, Jiang Chen seemed to see the tenderness hidden in her eyes. The determination of being trapped in love but unwilling to compromise made his heart tremble suddenly.

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on He Xiaowei's tearful face. His heart felt like it had experienced a thunderclap. All the past troubles and gloom vanished in that moment, and all that remained was the true love that connected their hearts.

He couldn't help but lean over and hold He Xiaowei tightly in his arms, his lips full of affection, and the passionate kiss instantly merged the two worlds into one.

Jiang Chen's lips were as hot as burning flames. He hugged He Xiaowei tightly and kissed her hard. Every touch seemed to declare his full commitment to this relationship.

He Xiaowei's delicate lips trembled slightly, and as she first tasted this long-lost warmth and sense of security, an indescribable tenderness welled up in her heart. The bright moonlight reflected their intertwined figures, while the night wind outside, accompanied by the whisper of the distant river, froze this moment in the long river of time.

After a long moment, He Xiaowei lay in Jiang Chen's generous embrace, breathing softly. Having never experienced such close contact before, she felt a strange throbbing in her heart, intertwined with shyness. Her peach-like face instantly flushed, like a shy little girl facing the first cherry blossom shower of early spring.

Her soft breathing seemed to imply a contradiction about this deep affection - both infatuated and uneasy.

But for the sixteenth prince Jiang Chen, such a scene seemed to have been played out in his heart many times. He had encountered similar emotions gently countless times in his memory. Whether it was among the soft silk satin in Tianxiang Pavilion or in the cold and charming gaze of the third princess of Yelu, Yelu Mengmeng, he had accumulated countless practical experiences.

But at this moment, the tenderness and determination in his eyes clearly revealed a sincerity and depth that was different from the past.

Jiang Chen wasn't content to express his surging emotions through mere verbal pleasure. Suddenly, he used both hands to gently and playfully knead He Xiaowei's soft hair. His fingertips touched the smooth skin at the back of her neck, sending a tingling sensation. He Xiaowei gasped softly at this sudden tenderness.

She raised her hand and grabbed the hand that Jiang Chen had stretched out mischievously, as if she didn't want to let this warmth slip away from her heart; but at the same time, her other hands subconsciously wrapped around Jiang Chen's waist, both longing for and worrying that this warmth would eventually lead to unpredictable consequences.

Just as the two were immersed in this ambiguous and unbearable feeling, a low murmur suddenly came from the side. He Xiaowei suddenly looked up, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. She struggled softly and said, "Good brother, Sister Rou is nearby, please don't embarrass me..."

There was a subtle pleading tone in her voice, as if she was afraid of others' sudden prying, and worried that once this passionate secret was exposed, it would bring unforeseen troubles.

Jiang Chen said with a sinister smile, "Xiao Wei'er, have you ever seen two armies fighting? Has anyone surrendered after reaching the other side's headquarters?"

He Xiaowei's two pairs of small hands were still tightly holding Jiang Chen's naughty but firm big hands, as if she wanted to completely suppress this uneasy feeling.

She panted softly, "No! Not surrendering! It's a temporary withdrawal! I don't want to be confused here... I'm not ready yet... and Sister Rou and General Annan are nearby. If they see me, how can I live my life... You can come back in three days and take away everything with interest... Oh..." There was a hint of meaning in her words.

Jiang Chen stopped his arm from advancing vigorously, a hint of confusion between his brows: "Oh? Why three days?"

He Xiaowei blushed and explained softly, "Because my grandfather promised His Majesty that in three days, Yu Wenbo, the Minister of Rites, will lead a group of scholars on a diplomatic mission to Dongqi, and I need to go with him."

There was a hint of helplessness in her shy voice. Perhaps this was the fate she was forced to accept, but she still revealed a hint of struggle in her tenderness.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt that the desire in his heart seemed to wither away in an instant, and was replaced by real doubts and worries about this hint.

He hugged He Xiaowei tightly and sighed softly, his tone full of tenderness and helplessness.

He Xiaowei knew that she couldn't spoil the fun at this moment, so she put her hands around Jiang Chen's neck in a more playful tone and said, "Okay, Jiang Lang! Can you take me to Dongqi in three days?" Her flirtatious words were filled with anticipation, as if foreshadowing that there were countless secrets waiting to be revealed in the future.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but wonder, "Send you to Dongqi?"

There was a hint of confusion in his voice, but a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes - He Xiaowei's intention was extremely clear.

She blushed and said coquettishly: "Yes, we are on the way to Dongqi, we have time to talk in private..."

These words were like wisps of smoke, gently revealing the secret hidden in Jiang Chen's heart, making him understand why He Xiaowei had mentioned "coming back" just now. That was the precious time she had fought for herself.

Jiang Chen gently hugged He Xiaowei and whispered, "Okay, I'm going to take everything in three days, but I want to collect some interest first..."

He raised his eyebrows when he spoke

However, He Xiaowei quickly asked, "What interest?"

Jiang Chen leaned close to her ear and whispered something. The whisper was a mixture of affection and frivolity, making He Xiaowei blush. She hurriedly defended herself, "No, it's very dirty..."

Seeing how shy she was, Jiang Chen couldn't help but beg in her ear: "Come on..."

Under his repeated requests, He Xiaowei, who was in a daze, finally couldn't help herself. With a trembling voice, she slowly softened and agreed to his request...