The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

The sudden attack left Jiang Yingxue no time to react.

She was distracted for a moment, then regained her composure and lifted his chin: "Xiao Yanchuan was very proactive today. Before, you were hesitant and aggrieved in my bed."

"really?"

Yan Chuan found it incredible.

He looked at the person in front of him. Her beautiful face was like a white camellia bud on a branch, the edges of the petals were wet and blurry with dew, and a touch of pink was trembling on them.

Just watching this, Yan Chuan felt like his mind was about to collapse. Why was he so arrogant before?

Jiang Yingxue smiled and said, "Of course it's true. Otherwise, why would I have scolded you so hard that you were covered in wounds? So I find it quite refreshing at the moment."

Yan Chuan was stunned when he heard this.

It's over. Did I go too far? After all, these wounds were barely healed by Master who worked day and night. They were extremely painful.

Being reduced to slavery and tortured is something that no normal person with self-respect can tolerate.

Jiang Yingxue looked at the sadness in the corners of Yan Chuan's eyes, and her heart softened immediately. She was about to explain to him, but was suddenly interrupted by him.

"It's okay, my lady."

Yan Chuan held Jiang Yingxue's wrist, lifted it to his lips, and kissed it: "I have thought it through. I am willing to be your plaything. I hope you will love me."

Jiang Yingxue blinked.

Ok?

hmmmm?

No, is senior brother such a person?

Or is he also acting with me?

However, the next second, before she could say anything, Yan Chuan lifted her chin and kissed her.

The words fell into the suddenly narrowed breath gap, and the coldness of the shoulder and the burning sensation of the lips and teeth exploded at the same time.

Yan Chuan kissed her neck fiercely. Jiang Yingxue raised her chin and swallowed: "You...bold slave! How dare you be so presumptuous..."

Yan Chuan pulled away a little, his lips hanging just inches away, curling up delicately. In this position of almost touching, he seared his scorching breath into her ear: "Since your majesty has hurt me, please show some mercy and let me be unbridled for once."

The breaths intertwined into wet silk threads, and the gauze curtain moved without wind.

When he leaned over, his loose collar fell down, and the scar across his chest just brushed her trembling eyelashes.

The wound suddenly opened due to the big movement, and a drop of blood fell on Jiang Yingxue.

Jiang Yingxue frowned distressedly and panted, "Stop, your wound is torn open, it hurts so much to watch."

"No, it doesn't hurt." Yan Chuan shook his head: "Doesn't your Majesty like me?"

Jiang Yingxue was about to laugh out loud, but she tried to hold it back.

“Like…Like…”

As she spoke, she hooked her hands around Yan Chuan's neck and said, "Brother, you know, the way you're working so hard right now really wins my heart."

"Senior Brother?" Yan Chuan was stunned. What did this mean?

"Am I not a plaything...a lowly slave? How did I become a senior brother?"

Jiang Yingxue finally began to tell the truth: "This story started two years ago..."

"That's too long, let's not listen to it for now."

The unfinished words were crushed into the bedding by the dizzying spinning of the world.

Yan Chuan was as greedy as if he was possessed.

He said hoarsely, "Does the Queen like me, or His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Perhaps because this bed wasn't as sturdy as the mahogany one in the Marquis' Mansion, Jiang Yingxue's words were shattered by the shaking. "Of course...it's you."

Yan Chuan smiled and worked harder.

"Who's more powerful then?"

Jiang Yingxue:......

"Ok?"

Jiang Yingxue rolled her eyes in her heart. How should she answer?

But just when she was silent, Jiang Yingxue suddenly felt his movements and said quickly: "You, you, you... you are more powerful... Come on, be gentle!"

Yan Chuan smiled with satisfaction.

So what if he is the prince? She likes herself.

Only he can have these scars.

Thinking of this, he suddenly pinched the waist and turned the person over, leaning over to his ear, but his movements did not stop: "Then His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is too pitiful..."

The scent of green tea wafted into Jiang Yingxue's nose. She never dreamed that her senior brother would speak in such a tea-like manner.

But she didn't know that Yan Chuan had relied on all kinds of tricks and servile attitudes to survive to this day.

This attitude now completely overturned his previous noble and profound image.

The greater the contrast, the more exciting it is.

Jiang Yingxue yelled, "What's so pitiful about him? He's busy with government affairs all day, leaving me alone in my empty room. Isn't it me who's pitiful?"

Yan Chuan was stunned, with mixed emotions.

I didn't expect that the man Jiang Yingxue entrusted her life to would treat her so badly.

"His Highness is wrong for not knowing how to cherish the Queen. Then the Queen should stay with me more... I will always be with the Queen. I can endure any beatings or scoldings as long as the Queen doesn't push me away."

It would be better to stay here forever... forever, to fall and sink together.

As the sky gradually darkened, Jiang Yingxue could no longer bear it and finally called for a halt.

She finally understood what it meant to bring disaster upon oneself. She was truly exhausted.

"Yan Chuan, my waist hurts..."

"Well, let me rub it for you."

Yan Chuan placed his fingertips on Jiang Yingxue's waist and began to rub it. Not too light, not too heavy, just the right amount of force.

Jiang Yingxue lay on the bed and tilted her head: "Okay, don't call me queen, and don't call yourself a servant."

Yan Chuan pretended to be well-behaved: "But you call me your husband, the Crown Prince. Shouldn't I call you your Majesty?"

"That was the identity I made up in order to enter the Canglan Kingdom's palace. I got used to calling it that in the palace during those few days, and I forgot to change it when I left."

"Canglan Kingdom?" Yan Chuan paused.

"Yes, we are in Canglan Country now, not Yun Country."

Yan Chuan was confused, but when he heard Jiang Yingxue say that she was not the Crown Princess, he became excited again.

Yan Chuan forced himself to suppress his inner excitement. Suddenly, an outrageous idea popped up in his mind. He tentatively asked, "You are not the Crown Princess, yet you are willing to have sex with me... Could it be that I have already married into the family?"

However, the answer was contrary to what he expected. Jiang Yingxue said without hesitation: "How is that possible?"

That's right, she is the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery, with a noble status and prominent family background. Even if she were to marry into his family, he would not accept her.

Yan Chuan looked dejected: "Well, it seems that I am really just a plaything."

"All right."

Jiang Yingxue turned around and pinched Yan Chuan's face: "You are not a slave, not a plaything, I just wanted to trick you for fun. You are my senior brother."

"Senior brother?"

"Hmm," Jiang Yingxue nodded. "You are the son of Prime Minister Xu, but you are also the inner disciple of the First Peak of the Xianyun Sect. And I am your junior sister."

Yan Chuan had lost his memory of cultivating in the Xianyun Sect: "I'm only in the Qi training stage. Would the Xianyun Sect accept me? And become an inner sect disciple?"

Jiang Yingxue sighed and told him again about his joining the sect and what had happened to them in the past.

However, this is even more incredible than the Xu family destroying himself and becoming a slave.

According to Jiang Yingxue, she is not in the Qi training stage, but in the Nascent Soul stage?

"If you don't believe me, try mobilizing your inner strength and you'll know your level of cultivation."