In the quick transmigration story, the most popular female supporting character is both delicate and

His large, slender palm landed on her... Yun Yao couldn't help but tremble, and she snuggled into his arms, as if throwing herself into his embrace.

The girl's beautiful figure nestled in his arms, allowing him to fully experience her beauty...

Xiao Yan's throat was dry. He endured it and said in a muffled tone, "Go to sleep. I have to attend the morning court tomorrow."

Yun Yao glanced at him with disdain, her voice still soft and sweet, lingering from the pleasure, "I wanted to sleep a long time ago..."

Xiao Yan endured the pain with bulging veins on the back of his hands, pulling her into his arms, his voice hoarse, "If you say anything more, we'll continue..."

“…”, Yun Yao raised her watery eyes and glared at him, but then she was afraid that he would really…, her red lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she obediently closed them.

He appeared virtuous and upright on the surface, but it turns out he was actually a hypocrite with a sanctimonious facade.

Obscene.

Looking at the obedient appearance of the person in front of him, Xiao Yan pinched her in a good mood...

Yun Yao blushed with anger and pushed his hand away.

Xiao Yan pinched her chin, teasing her on purpose, "How about we continue?"

Yun Yao's bright eyes reddened. "I clearly didn't say anything. You really don't keep your word."

Her bewildered eyes widened slightly, only to see a playful smile on his handsome face.

That's when she realized he was deliberately teasing her.

Enraged, she climbed onto his neck and shoulders, and like a kitten baring its claws, bit down on his collarbone.

Xiao Yan let her bite him, patting the back of her head with his other hand, even his scolding sounded like flirtatious teasing, "Little kitten, if you bite here, how am I supposed to go to court tomorrow?"

Yun Yao said with a wronged tone, "I clearly bit it under my collar..."

Xiao Yan pulled open his collar to make it easier for her to bite, "Bite a little lower down."

"...You're a masochist!"

Xiao Yan gently pressed his fingertip against her little sharp teeth. "You can bite even harder."

Yun Yao pushed his hand away, "It's filthy."

Xiao Yan chuckled lightly, "I showered before going to bed, really."

“I know,” he said. The first thing he did every day after returning home was to take a bath and change his clothes.

But she didn't take a shower...

Xiao Yan patted her back and hugged her tightly. "Go to sleep, it's very late."

Yun Yao buried her head in his arms and mumbled a soft "Mmm".

After the person in his arms fell asleep, Xiao Yan lowered his head and kissed her gently furrowed brow...

He clearly didn't want to leave his mark on her memory.

I shouldn't have been so selfish...

However, he still couldn't resist getting close and possessing her.

"If possible, could you stay with me a little longer?"

Unfortunately, there was no reply.

-

After Yun Yao moved from the Crown Prince's residence to the palace, she never saw Mu Mu again.

She asked Xiao Yan where Mu Mu had gone, and Xiao Yan only said that she had left on her own.

But... if Mu Mu really was going to see Han Yicheng, why didn't she tell her in advance?

That makes sense, considering that in Mu Mu's heart, her young master Han must hold a much higher position than she does.

Yun Yao couldn't help but tentatively ask Xiao Yan about her parents.

But each time, the only response was a perfunctory "It's fine".

until……

That day.

Bored, she took a hot water bottle and strolled around the back garden.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or what.

They happened to run into Su Yimo.

Yun Yao wanted to avoid her, so she turned and left.

But then she called out to him, "Yun Yao, how can you be so at ease and stay out of this?"

Yun Yao turned her back to her, looking at her with a hesitant gaze, "What do you want to say?"

Looking at her innocent and charming expression, Su Yimo couldn't help but chuckle. "Yun Yao, your parents are both in prison, and you act like it's none of your business. Don't you feel guilty towards them?"

"imprison?"

Su Yimo's face showed an ambiguous expression. "While there's still time, let's go and beg His Majesty."

The maid who had gone back to get Yun Yao a cloak was hurrying towards the back garden when she saw the Crown Princess running back anxiously.

She quickly stopped her.

"Princess Consort, where are you going? His Majesty said you are not allowed to leave the Qianqing Palace."

Yunyao ran fast and became a little out of breath, the rapid water vapor rising into white mist.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating her face, which held a resolute expression.

She took a dagger from her sleeve.

The dagger's outer sheath was carelessly tossed on the ground, its cold blade pressed against his neck.

"Take me to the Emperor."

The maid knelt down, "Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for me."

"I forced my way in, and I will take full responsibility for it."

The maid knelt on the ground, saying, "I didn't see anything."

The Crown Princess has always treated her servants very well; they have never seen such an easy mistress to serve. She likes to share any delicious food or fun things with them.

Innocent and childlike.

But the emperor confined her to this palace, depriving her of her freedom and even denying her the title of concubine.

Rumors circulated among the common people that the Emperor disliked the Crown Princess's background but coveted her body, so he kept her as his private concubine.

They're not even as good as palace maids.

Even palace maids are free; when they reach a certain age, they can receive their allowance and leave the palace. But the Crown Princess... doesn't even have a status to rely on...

Yun Yao ran out of the Qianqing Palace and stumbled along the route she remembered to the Zhonghe Palace where Xiao Yan was handling memorials.

The guards stopped her from going in.

"Please inform His Majesty that Crown Princess Yun Yao requests an audience."

The guards went in and came out again, keeping their eyes fixed straight ahead as if she didn't exist.

It seems Xiao Yan won't see her.

She lifted her robe and knelt down directly outside the gate of Zhonghe Palace.

I don't know how long they knelt there.

Snowflakes fell softly, staining her clothes white.

Han Yicheng held up his umbrella to shield her from a small patch of snowflakes, then looked down at her. "She's just an outsider soul. Does she really think the Yun family is her own home?"

It was impossible to tell whether it was sarcasm or something else.

Finally, he sighed, "Yun Yao, you're only torturing yourself by doing this."

Yun Yao looked up at him intently, her eyes reddening, tears welling up in her trembling eyelashes, threatening to fall.

Her voice trembled with suppressed sobs, "I just don't want them to die."

As if giving in, Han Yicheng bent down and rubbed her frostbitten face with his calloused fingers. "Fine, give me your compensation, and I'll save their lives."

She gave him a home, which was considered to settle the feud between him and the Yun family.

"What do you mean?"

"Literal meaning," Han Yicheng smiled, his eyes clear and gentle, unlike the pretentious mask he used to wear.

"Really?" It was so cold that Yun Yao's mind was a little dazed. She ignored the first half of his sentence and only heard the second half.

She took a step forward and grabbed his hand as if to confirm, "You're not lying to me!"

Han Yicheng took her hand in his, warming it in his palm. His handsome eyebrows curved into a smile, and his eyes sparkled with starlight. "Really."

Emperor Xiao Yan was processing memorials indoors, and didn't turn a single page for quite some time.

Finally, he couldn't help but push open the window and look worriedly at her in the snow through the narrow crack.

Unfortunately, she happened to witness Han Yicheng gently stroking the side of her face.

Han Yicheng, who was usually inscrutable, showed pity and affection for her.

It's ridiculous.

Xiao Yan scoffed coldly. Even a rat in the gutter could try to steal his man?