After rebirth, the abstinent prince wants to marry me every day

"These past few days, the prince has been quite punctual!"

Zhu Qing'an looked at Bian Jingsheng who had just come out from the inner room to change the dressing, and there was a hint of familiar joking in his voice.

Perhaps at the beginning, because Zhu Qing'an knew how powerful Bian Jingsheng would be in the future, he was always cautious and a little afraid when facing Bian Jingsheng. But after Bian Jingsheng helped him several times, Zhu Qing'an felt more grateful to Bian Jingsheng.

However, the two of them had more contact in the past few days, and Zhu Qing'an found that Bian Jingsheng was not as scary as the rumors said, and was even quite gentle, so getting along with Bian Jingsheng became more natural.

"I can't let the princess wait!" Bian Jingsheng walked out of the inner room and saw Zhu Qing'an looking at him with his chin lowered. He subconsciously straightened his chest.

"Is the prince's injury almost healed?" Zhu Qing'an asked casually while accompanying Bian Jingsheng for dinner.

At first, she really didn't plan to have dinner with Bian Jingsheng. After all, they were both unmarried. But she couldn't help but feel soft-hearted and always felt that Bian Jingsheng was lonely and pitiful.

Bian Jingsheng paused for a moment with his chopsticks, and then continued eating as if nothing had happened.

"Well, thanks to the princess's supervision, I'm much better now!" Bian Jingsheng told the truth. In fact, his injury had almost healed. If he hadn't been greedy for Zhu Qing'an's daily company, he would have stopped taking and changing the medicine long ago.

Bian Jingsheng also knew that he had been a thief during their time together. Therefore, he did not intend to hide it from Zhu Qingan. People who did not belong to him would eventually leave.

"Your Highness is too polite. This is what I should do. Your Highness has been very kind to our Wen'an Marquis Mansion! But Your Highness is almost well now, so I won't bother you in the future!" Zhu Qing'an said hurriedly, with a tone of relief.

It’s not that Bian Jingsheng is difficult to get along with. In fact, Bian Jingsheng is very easy to get along with and they can communicate very well. It’s just that Zhu Qingan always feels that Bian Jingsheng is too gentle towards her, so gentle that it makes her feel scared and she can’t wait to avoid him.

Chuan Bai stood outside the house, scratching his head anxiously. He wanted to go in and tell his prince to keep the person here!

There seemed to be a piece of cold mist blocking his throat. After a few breaths, Bian Jingsheng finally spoke, "Well! Princess, you don't have to go back and forth anymore!"

Zhu Qing'an had originally thought that Bian Jingsheng's recovery was a very happy thing, but Bian Jingsheng seemed to be in a bad mood and was often distracted during the meal.

After dinner, Zhu Qing'an watched Bian Jingsheng drink the medicine, then stood up and prepared to leave.

But this time, Bian Jingsheng stood up and walked out of the courtyard with Zhu Qingan. Facing Zhu Qingan's puzzled gaze, Bian Jingsheng explained, "Tonight, I will personally take the princess back home!"

"No need!" Zhu Qing'an refused.

"Princess, don't think too much. I feel very uneasy that a woman like you has been coming here late at night these days. I want to send you back home because Ancheng is not safe these days!" Bian Jingsheng explained.

Zhu Qing'an then remembered that Ancheng seemed to be in turmoil recently. Several crimes had occurred, and he heard that the Dali Temple was having a lot of trouble.

"In that case, I'll trouble you, Your Highness!" Zhu Qing'an bowed slightly.

She naturally cared about her own safety. Although Fu Guang was skilled, he was still far inferior to the martial arts master Bian Jingsheng.

It was already late at night, and Zhu Qing'an and Bian Jingsheng walked out of Prince Zhong's Mansion side by side.

The simple carriage stopped at the back door of Prince Zhong's mansion. Without waiting for the servant to bring a stool, Bian Jingsheng had already raised his right arm and stood beside the carriage.

Zhu Qing'an did not hesitate. He gently placed his hand on Bian Jingsheng's arm and leaned on Bian Jingsheng to get into the carriage.

Through the dark fabric under his palm, Zhu Qing'an could feel the firm muscles on Bian Jingsheng's arms, and couldn't help but recall the scene he saw that day.

Bian Jingsheng watched Zhu Qing'an's slender fingers gently resting on his arm. It seemed that she had already gotten into the carriage without any force, leaving behind a faint fragrance that dissipated with the wind.

Bian Jingsheng was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, and the dignified King of Loyalty actually acted as the coachman.

Zhu Qing'an was sitting in the carriage, which was rumbling in the quiet night. The curtains were swaying slightly. Through the gaps in the curtains, Zhu Qing'an could see the back of Jingsheng sitting on the shaft.

His back was broad and he was clearly doing the job of a rickshaw driver, but he did not seem to be reluctant or awkward at all, instead he was very familiar with it.

Compared to the precious young masters of today's aristocratic families, Bian Jingsheng seems more unusual. He likes to do everything by himself. Although he is ruthless and cold-hearted, he is very indulgent to those around him. This contradiction makes people admire him.

"Help! Help!"

Suddenly, a woman's cry for help came from the alley ahead, her voice full of panic and helplessness.

Zhu Qing'an pulled open the curtain of the carriage, but at this time Bian Jingsheng had already stopped the horse and was holding the long sword at his waist, which shows his usual vigilance.

"What's going on?" Zhu Qing'an looked at the dark alley with a worried look on his face.

Bian Jingsheng glanced at the alley and then at Zhu Qingan. "Princess, would you like to go with me to take a look?"

Bian Jingsheng would not let Zhu Qing'an stay alone in the carriage. What if someone with ulterior motives tried to lure the tiger away from the mountain? He would only feel at ease if Zhu Qing'an stayed by his side.

Zhu Qing'an immediately understood Bian Jingsheng's concerns. It was dark and there was no one on the road. If she was left waiting alone in the carriage, Zhu Qing'an herself would be afraid.

"Okay!" Zhu Qing'an said as he walked out of the carriage.

Bian Jingsheng jumped off the carriage holding Zhu Qingan's arm, but never let go. At this time, Zhu Qingan was focused on the sounds coming from the alley and did not notice Bian Jingsheng's actions.

When the two men reached the entrance of the alley, they saw a burly man tearing off a woman's clothes, which were half-off.

"Save me!" The woman looked towards Bian Jingsheng and Zhu Qingan, her face as hazy and beautiful as the Jiangnan region in April.

"Haha, no one can save you!" The burly man didn't even look at Bian Jingsheng and Zhu Qing'an, and was about to kiss the woman.

"Stop!" Bian Jingsheng shouted, interrupting the big man's actions.

"Who dares to disturb my good deeds!" The big man was very displeased and stopped his movements. However, the woman who was originally pressed under him suddenly stood up and ran towards Bian Jingsheng and Zhu Qingan.

Her fair skin was visible beneath her torn clothes, her hair was flying behind her head, and her eyes were filled with tears, looking extremely helpless.

As the woman ran to Bian Jingsheng and Zhu Qingan, her eyes widened.

It was simply because two holes had been torn in her chest. Before the woman could even speak, she had already collapsed to the ground. Perhaps until her death, she would never understand why the two people in front of her attacked her.