Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

"Let me give you a massage, don't tire yourself out!"

Qianqian slowly climbed up the Crown Prince's broad shoulders with her increasingly feminine, boneless hands.

Deep in her heart:

Hmph! A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.

From now on, I'll shatter your precious shoulder blades!

"Really! General Luo is so good~ so obedient~!"

His Highness the Crown Prince chuckled at her two-faced words.

Qing Tingyu tilted her head, a cold smile playing on her thin lips, and grabbed General Luo's hand, gently patting the back of her hand.

Qianqian took the opportunity to grasp the Crown Prince's calloused hand and interlock their fingers.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has such big hands!!"

The two men were locked in a fierce battle, and the tension in the air grew increasingly palpable.

Mo Fanfan stared at the grimacing General Luo and the disdainful Crown Prince, and chuckled knowingly.

"Hahaha, Ayu, you and General Luo are truly a pair of bickering lovers!"

"Weren't we supposed to ask General Luo to do a tattoo for Fanfan today?! Ah Yu, don't be angry!"

Mo Fanfan, holding a silk handkerchief, interrupted the standoff between the two with a charming smile.

"Hmm! I remember!" Qing Tingyu rolled her eyes at Qianqianluo behind her and quickly withdrew her hand in disgust.

"Zifeng, go get the tattoo tools!!" The Crown Prince waved his hand and ordered his personal guards!

"Yes! This servant obeys!" Mei Zifeng bowed and left Tingyu Palace quietly.

While waiting for the tools, His Highness the Crown Prince took a colored brush and painted on a large sheet of Xuan paper, repeatedly asking Mo Fanfan if she liked his paintings.

Qianqian stared at the masterpiece depicting a phoenix soaring and a dragon circling in the sky, and interrupted inappropriately, "No way!!"

"Your Highness, please allow this humble subject to speak!"

Qing Tingyu glanced sideways at the increasingly audacious commoner, suppressing the irritation in her heart.

"Is that so? Then why can't you lowly commoners say something?!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!!" Qianqianluo first offered polite words, then grabbed the Xuan paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

"Your Highness, it would be more appropriate to create this tattoo based on the traces of the old wounds on Miss Fanfan's back!"

Qing Tingyu's eyes were bloodthirsty. He gritted his teeth and stared intently at the lowly commoner as he threw his painting into the trash can.

His Highness the Crown Prince rubbed his sore eyes, forcing himself to calm down: "Is that so?! Hmph! So be it!"

Seeing the little tyrant's teeth-gritting expression, Qianqianluo was overjoyed: "Your Highness is wise!!"

A short while later, Mei Zifeng, the bodyguard, presented the tattooing tools.

The guards in the outer hall, as if by unspoken agreement, withdrew and stood guard outside the hall, preventing anyone from disturbing them.

"Hmm! General Luo, my hands are itching too! While you lowly commoners are getting tattoos done, I also want to paint a picture for General Luo!"

Qing Tingyu's face was hidden in the ambergris mist, its indistinctness exuding a cold aura.

Qianqian knew she was doomed to die today. She knelt down in front of the Crown Prince and grabbed the hem of his robe.

No, that won't do!

"Your Highness, this lowly commoner is afraid of pain!!"

"This lowly person knows his mistake, and will... will tattoo the ordinary girl according to His Highness the Crown Prince's drawing!"

"This lowly person truly knows their mistake, Your Highness, please forgive this lowly person!"

Qianqian grabbed Qingtingyu's thigh tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, and pleaded with His Highness the Crown Prince in a desperate cry.

Qing Tingyu smiled, his eyes closed languidly, thoroughly enjoying General Luo's half-hearted but unsuccessful plea.

"obedient!!"

"General Luo will be heading to the northern desert soon. If he can't even endure this little bit of pain, how can he achieve great things?!"

"How can we quell the rebellion and bring peace to the world?!"

"Um?!"

Qing Tingyu flicked his sleeves and stood up, leading the pale-faced Mo Fanfan into the inner bed.

Qianqian resignedly took the tattooing tools and followed along, though reluctantly.

On a soft couch in the hot spring pool behind Tingyu Palace!

Mo Fanfan was dressed in a thin shirt, and her eyes were covered by a black brocade ribbon.

Qing Tingyu also took off his heavy and ornate python robe. Barefoot, he gently carried Mo Fanfan onto the soft couch.

"Ayu, please, please don't get angry!"

"General Luo merely added a painting to Fanfan's body; General Luo has no feelings for Fanfan!"

Mo Fanfan lay in Qing Tingyu's arms, her voice trembling as she stopped him from taking off her shirt.

"Fanfan, what kind of weird and wonderful ideas are you having in your head? Hahaha!!"

"How could I possibly care who that lowly commoner loves?!"

"I just dislike that he touched Fanfan, and that such a bad idea would hurt Fanfan!"

Qing Tingyu continued to remove Mo Fanfan's shirt, and he reached out to stroke Mo Fanfan's scarred back.

"No, no!! Your Highness, don't dirty your hands!" Mo Fanfan, shirtless, crawled to the other side.

As Qianqianluo stepped into the hot spring pool, she saw Mo Fanfan trembling and curled up in a ball, crying and begging His Highness the Crown Prince not to come any closer.

Well, we've caught a lucky break again!

"What are you standing there for? Get in here!"

His Highness the Crown Prince stared at the commoner standing to the side, dumbfounded, and felt increasingly irritated!

"Yes, this lowly commoner obeys!" Qianqian lowered her head and walked heavily toward the cold-blooded Crown Prince.

"Change clothes!!"

She had barely approached the little tyrant when she heard his lazy and straightforward command.

Qianqian awkwardly placed the tattoo tools on the low table, scratched her head, and didn't move.

"Change it!! My patience is limited!" Qing Tingyu drew her crossbow, ready to fire an arrow at Qianqianluo.

Whoosh! A chill swept across Qianqian's delicate neck, startling her so much that she frantically tried to take off her top.

"Your Highness, this lowly person is changing shifts, please, please wait a moment!" She was practically on the verge of tears.

"Hmm~! Go, go help Fanfan with his tattoo!" Qing Tingyu opened his eyes only after seeing that Fanfan had finally changed his clothes.

"I also tattooed you lowly commoners. General Luo used a bit of force when he tattooed you, so I will use a bit of force in return!"

Qing Tingyu propped his head up, his voice hoarse, and somewhat out of control pulled Qianqianluo towards him.

"Haaah!! Your Highness! Your Highness!" Qianqianluo was terrified by the series of pinching, pricking, and stroking.

"Why are you moaning like a vulgar prostitute?! Humph! You shameless filth!"

Qing Tingyu remained expressionless, his eyes bloodshot and filled with lust.

After being freed from her restraints, Qianqianluo was finally able to catch her breath. She hurriedly moved toward Mo Fanfan and started crying.

"General Luo! Ayu is just joking with you! Don't, don't be afraid!!"

Mo Fanfan was blindfolded, so she didn't know what had happened. She heard General Luo crying and quickly tried to comfort him.

"Hmph! You pretentious slut!!"

"Start now!!!"

"Dare to injure Fanfan! I will make your entire clan pay with their lives!"

The little tyrant roared impatiently, turning his head away, not wanting to sully his eyes to see the pitiful commoner crying.