Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Qingyao glared at the person in front of her with a coquettish look, and shouted with a red face: "Asshole! This is absolutely not possible! It's so quiet here, the slightest movement can easily be heard by others, I don't want to do this!" As she spoke, she covered her mouth tightly with her hands.

Kangxi, who was standing opposite, looked at Qingyao with a wicked smile and whispered, "Qingqing, if you really can't bear it anymore, then bite me. Anyway, as long as it makes you feel better, I'll do anything."

Qingyao said coquettishly, "You were able to hold it back in that swaying carriage before! How come you can't hold it back on this quiet night? I told you not to!" There was a hint of complaint and dissatisfaction in her tone, but more of it was a shy attitude of wanting to refuse but also to accept.

Kangxi extended his warm hand and gently grasped Qingyao's, as if afraid any more force would hurt her. He said gently, "Qingqing, you are my wife. How could I bear to see you suffer the slightest injustice or lose face out here? This is just an inn. Besides, it's just you and me in this room right now. What's so scary about that?" As he spoke, Kangxi gazed at Qingyao's beautiful face with deep affection, his eyes filled with endless love.

Qingyao turned her head slightly, her watery eyes gently falling on the handsome face of her husband. She opened her red lips and sighed slowly: "Forget it, since you insist so much, I will agree to your request. But... you have to be gentle, don't hurt me." Her voice was melodious and beautiful, like the singing of a nightingale, mixed with a hint of imperceptible shyness and anger.

Kangxi said softly, "I will put out the candle right now." He slowly raised his hand, flicked his slender fingers, and the candle flame instantly went out, plunging the room into darkness. Yet, within this darkness, a woman's gentle voice could be faintly heard, accompanied by the man's deep, heavy breathing. That breathing was filled with power and passion, like a ferocious beast unleashing its lust. These two sounds intertwined, echoing in the silent room like a moving melody, making one blush and one's heart beat faster.

Qingyao: "My dear husband, you are a bad guy. Be gentle. You are hurting me."

Kangxi hurriedly coaxed her softly, "Okay, okay, my dear, don't worry, it will be done soon." After a long moment, the room fell silent. The two of them slept in each other's arms, enjoying the quiet time that belonged only to them in the night. No more words were spoken.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window onto the two of them. Qingyao woke first, and looking at Kangxi, who was still sleeping beside her, a blush of happiness spread across her face. She quietly got up and dressed, not wanting to disturb Kangxi.

Just as Qingyao was dressing, she heard a sudden commotion outside the door. It turned out to be the other people who had come to serve her. Qingyao quickly signaled them to keep their voices down, fearing they would wake Kangxi.

Kangxi gradually woke up. Seeing Qingyao's dignified and beautiful appearance, his heart was filled with love. He stood up and sat on the bed. He took Qingyao's hand and said with a smile: "Don't be shy about what happened last night."

Qingyao hit Kangxi lightly and said angrily, "It's all your fault, my husband."

Kangxi looked at the person in front of him with a smile on his face and asked softly, "My dear, let me ask you, do you want to stay in Zhili for a few more days, or set off immediately for Shandong?"

Qingyao: "Husband, let's go to Shandong. The prefect here has already recognized you and will inevitably come to disturb you. It's better to go to Shandong earlier and rent a courtyard this time."

Kangxi nodded, "You've been very thoughtful." So they quickly packed up and set off for Shandong. The two of them got into the carriage, and along the way, Kangxi teased Qingyao from time to time, and Qingyao responded with either a coquettish pout or a faint smile.

After arriving in Shandong, they found a quiet courtyard to stay in. One day, Qingyao was admiring the flowers in the courtyard when a maid hurried in, saying that the local prefect wanted to see her. Qingyao frowned slightly and looked at Kangxi.

Kangxi smiled and said, "It's okay, it's nice to meet you." The prefect came in with great respect and brought many precious gifts, and begged Kangxi to inspect the people's conditions.

Kangxi originally wanted to refuse, but Qingyao persuaded him, "My husband, since you are here, you should make the best of it. It is also a good thing to see how the people live." Kangxi agreed.

During the inspection, a beautiful woman in the crowd looked at Kangxi with fiery eyes. She turned out to be a member of the White Lotus Sect. She secretly planned to assassinate Kangxi and create chaos.

As the assassin rushed towards Kangxi, Qingyao stood in front of him without hesitation, and the assassin was subsequently apprehended by the guards. Kangxi was horrified and hugged Qingyao tightly. Qingyao said weakly, "My husband, I will not allow you to be harmed in any way."

Kangxi was deeply moved and ordered people to severely punish the person behind the assassin. He took Qingyao back to the rented courtyard and asked a doctor to apply medicine and bandage Qingyao's wound.

Qingyao's face was a little pale: "Husband, don't worry, I'm fine."

Kangxi stayed by Qingyao's bedside, not leaving for a moment, and asked, "Doctor, is my wife's injury serious?"

Doctor: "Your wife's wound is just outside the vital area. Just change the dressing regularly."

Their days in Shandong became more and more stable and comfortable. They spent every day together enjoying the scenery, reading, and painting, and their love for each other was even stronger than before.