Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

The Prince's residence, also known as the East Palace, is located at No. 100 Liangming Street, only half a cup of tea's drive from the imperial palace and only two streets away from the most prosperous east entrance of Liangshui Street. It is a prime location with high consumption and high enjoyment, full of infinite temptations.

Ming Qi had heard that there was a "fireworks" music hall nearby. The name alone gave you an idea of ​​how dark it was. It was a shame it was never open to the public. To get in, you needed both money and connections.

Ming Qi didn't dare to say more, and only revealed that it was a den of indulging in love between men and women, and souls flying everywhere.

As for why Ming Qi, a Beiyue native, knew so much about Liangcheng's secrets, it was thanks to the Ming Palace's vast intelligence network. No matter what the issue, as long as they wanted to investigate, they would more or less find some clues.

Just as it happened, the moment the curtains were lifted, the four gilded characters "Yanhua Jiaofang" suddenly caught my eye. A casual glance revealed a familiar figure in the elegant pavilion by the second floor window. It wasn't until we reached the Prince's residence that I remembered the man's name—Fu Suiyun, the owner of Baoyuezhai. I was stunned.

The navy blue cloud-patterned brocade robe, the expensive chicken-fat yellow topaz at his waist, and his uniquely calm demeanor left a lasting impression on Ruan Chuyin. There are some people in this world who are instantly recognizable, and Fu Suiyun is one of those instantly recognizable types. It was truly surprising to see him frequent such a place.

The two guards at the entrance to the Crown Prince's residence didn't recognize the Crown Princess, but they knew Yu Yu, so they had guessed the identity of the visitor and hurried forward to greet her, "May I ask if you are the Crown Princess?"

"Exactly..." Ruan Chuyin twisted her fingers awkwardly and asked, "Is His Highness in the mansion?"

With that confirmation, Zhang Li's cells suddenly roared to life. He straightened his body and said in a resounding voice, "His Highness has gone to the palace and hasn't returned yet." He couldn't help but glance at the veiled Crown Princess a few more times. He'd heard she was incredibly beautiful, incredibly talented, and had excelled in the imperial concubine selection competition, winning first place. She was a rare and remarkable woman, rarely seen in a century.

The powerful voice startled Ruan Chuyin so much that she shrank her head and took three steps back.

If you're not here, then you're not here. Why are you being so loud...

"Zhang Li! How can you talk like that? Look how scared the Crown Princess is!" Zhang Mao hurriedly stepped forward and pushed the younger brother aside, saying earnestly: "Crown Princess, please go to the mansion and sit for a while first. His Highness will be here soon." After that, he gave Zhang Li a look, asking him to go to the palace to report quickly.

Ruan Chuyin thought about leaving a note for Jiang Wenzhou to simply explain her purpose, and then asked Yu Yu to wait at the door for a while.

After entering the door, she was greeted by Chen Youling, the prince's household steward, whose rank was only half a level lower than that of the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.

Chen Youling was fifty-eight years old. She had been following the Crown Prince since he was six, and was utterly loyal. Meeting the Crown Prince for the first time today, the excitement in her eyes rivaled that of the two young boys at the door.

The Crown Princess's temperament was far more agreeable than he had expected. She possessed none of the overbearing airs of a lady from a noble family. She spoke softly and responsively, appearing remarkably approachable. This undoubtedly gave Chen Youling immense encouragement, and she began to describe the Crown Prince's residence to her with a gusto. By the time they'd finished most of the tour, Ruan Chuyin was practically crying from exhaustion.

The weather was cool and she didn't sweat much, and she was wearing a veil to cover her face. But she was so strong-willed that she kept silent, which allowed the prince's steward to ignore the weariness in her eyes.

Chen Youling did not take Ruan Chuyin to Mingde Hall, but went directly to Chunhui Hall - the prince's bedroom.

Every piece of decoration here, from the small stone pen holder on the desk to the large huanghuali bed frame, is exquisite and exudes luxury everywhere.

Looking up, the carved beams and painted buildings were inlaid with jade shells of various colors, gleaming like a pearl palace. High above, palace lanterns hung, each with a coin-sized night-shining pearl on its handle and tassel. I counted them: there were sixteen lanterns, thirty-two pearls in total.

However, these were far less surprising than the four fist-sized luminous pearls hanging on the four corners of the bed. It was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, realizing for the first time that people could be so extravagant.

Suddenly her pupils shrank, and she found that the floor tiles in the hall were a bit similar to the "gold bricks" in Lanshan Pavilion, but its texture seemed to be better.

This is unbelievable! Ruan Chuyin became increasingly terrified the more she read, her breathing becoming disordered. She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to wake up, and walked to the desk, writing down the basic details of her family.

At the same time, after receiving the report from the mansion, Jiang Wenzhou was a little bit unconvinced by Zhang Li's words. He was stunned for a long time before he reacted and hurried back to the mansion.

He met Yu Yu at the door and learned from the conversation that they would go to Hongmei Villa soon, which made him stunned for a long time.

Hongmei Villa is a royal villa, bestowed upon me by my father during the competition to select the Crown Princess. Only the Crown Princess and I are permitted to reside here. So, does this count as an invitation?

Jiang Wenzhou had never been known for his divergent thinking, but his imagination was already wandering. After collecting himself, he said, "Ayu, you should go back first. I'll take the Crown Princess there shortly."

Yu Yu was dumbfounded. No matter how unwilling he was, he had to obey the order and had to leave reluctantly.

In Chunhui Palace, red sleeves add fragrance.

The beauty sits at the desk, the pen tip dancing.

Today she was wearing a rouge-colored dress with golden lotus flowers embroidered on the lapels and sleeves. Her wrist danced gracefully as she picked up the brush.

Jiang Wenzhou stood leaning against the door, staring at his Crown Princess without blinking. He curled his fingers slightly and rubbed them across his palm. The slight tingling sensation made him lift his right foot again without hesitation.

Ruan Chuyin was so absorbed in her writing that she didn't even notice someone approaching her. She pondered her words over and over in her head, hoping to express herself clearly in the simplest language.

Those eyes, as gentle as jade, gradually became dim after seeing the contents on the paper.

"So, my beloved concubine has had six husbands." The low, magnetic voice sounded slowly and steadily, and upon closer inspection, it was tinged with a faint smile. The heat that reached her ears was so intense that she suddenly turned her head to the two lips that were neither thick nor thin.

Time froze for a moment, and those dark eyes suddenly brightened. With a slight twitch of his brows, Jiang Wenzhou hugged the furry little head tightly, responding with the utmost enthusiasm.

Ruan Chuyin was stunned by the kiss. She had not yet recovered from the shock just now, and then she was engulfed by this even greater shock. She forgot to react for a moment.

Jiang Wenzhou kissed her deeply, his lips and teeth filled with his unique scent of rosemary. The demanding, lingering kiss, a bit like a French kiss, left Ruan Chuyin completely dizzy and her mind blank.

The two small hands pushed softly on that strong chest, which aroused his greater possessiveness. He picked her up and pushed her against the bookshelf in the back row to vent his love again.