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

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!!!"

"Stop toying with us lowly people! We truly know we were wrong!!!"

Qianqian was completely immersed in the burning passion ignited by the special paint, frantically waving her hands in mid-air, pushing and shoving the little tyrant.

"What wrong has General Luo done?!"

"You've been with me for over half a month, what? Now you know you were wrong?!"

"Hahaha~!!"

Qing Tingyu covered her mouth and laughed wildly, her voice filled with madness: "What have you all done wrong? It is I who am wrong!!"

"Your Highness, stop fooling around!!"

"Don't joke around with the new account. This lowly commoner has a low threshold for laughter. I wonder what the Crown Prince is up to?!"

"I've heard that when the eldest son of your Qian clan in Southern Xinjiang comes of age, if he has relations with a man, he will impregnate the man with the child of an immortal within two years?!"

"General Luo, tell me...? Am I already pregnant with an immortal's child?!"

Qing Tingyu propped his head up, leaning lazily against the bed, and threw this time bomb at Qian Qianluo.

Qianqian met Qing Tingyu's cold gaze and immediately lowered her head in fright: "Yes, that's how it is!"

"So, Your Highness, how could you... how could you associate with a lowly commoner?!"

"So filthy! Have you sullied your own precious body?!"

The effects of the drug on Qianqianluo's body had diminished considerably after more than half a month of intimacy.

Once she regained consciousness, she hurriedly shrank into the quilt sewn with gold thread, not daring to peek out and look directly at His Highness the Crown Prince.

As soon as Yang Chenqing stepped into the inner hall, he heard the conversation between Young Master Luo and His Highness the Crown Prince.

His heart clenched, and he knelt silently outside the inner bed. Without His Highness the Crown Prince's order, he could not leave without permission; otherwise, he would be deceiving the emperor!

Qianqianluo, who knew everything, was completely dumbfounded because she remembered that the scene of the two-week-long intimate encounter belonged to the female lead, Mo Fanfan!

Now, now, how could karma be turning on me?!

She actually... she actually had a relationship with the little tyrant for half a month?

"Ha! I'm dying of laughter! I'm dreaming again!"

Qianqian raised her hand and slapped herself, trying to wake herself up: "Ouch! Ouch! It hurts!"

My face didn't hurt; it was the pain from the fact that my whole body was being pulled, and a feeling of being run over by a car slowly crept over me.

Qianqian felt as if all her bones were broken, and collapsed onto the soft couch: "I must be dreaming!"

"impossible!!"

“This is absolutely impossible!!!”

Hearing that this lowly person was still escaping reality, Qing Tingyu's lingering pity vanished instantly.

He snorted a few times and pulled the lowly commoner into his arms.

"General Luo is so wicked!! How can he not recognize people just because he's sober?!"

Qianqian looked up blankly at the cold-faced little tyrant, and incredulously reached out to pinch Qing Tingyu's increasingly thin face hard!

Deep down, Qianqian thought: Wow! It is? It's solid!

"Why do you enjoy doing such pointless things?!"

"General Luo, take a good look! I am a living, breathing person?!"

"I am standing alive and well before you all!!"

With a playful smile, Qing Tingyu abruptly lifted the curtain.

A blinding light instantly flooded the inner bed, and Qianqianluo saw the Crown Prince's elegant figure clearly, which made her feel even more flustered!

"No, no, this, this!"

"I...I didn't mean to!"

"I...I'm leaving now!!"

Qianqian stumbled out of the inner bed. Barefoot, with her hair loose and wearing a loose outer robe, she hurriedly tried to leave.

"Young Master Luo, be careful!!" Yang Chenqing stepped forward to help Qianqian Luo, who had fallen off the bed, his voice gentle.

"Chen, Chen Qing?!" she muttered, feigning surprise, then pushed him away, "Let go of me!"

Qianqianlu pushed away Yang Chenqing, who was soaking wet, and fled barefoot and in a very disheveled state into the rain outside the palace.

"Young Master Luo! Young Master Luo!!!"

Yang Chenqing took the bone umbrella and pretended to leave to hold it up to shield Qianqian from the rain!

The satisfied Crown Prince was quite dissatisfied with the two's reluctant interaction, which made him seem more like the villain who broke up someone else's marriage.

"General Yang, if this servant is disobedient, someone will take care of him. You are a noble son of the capital, don't lower yourself to this level!"

"Hahaha~!!" Qing Tingyu got off the bed, revealing his bare upper body without any attempt to hide it, showing off his many scars.

Yang Chenqing's lips were terribly pale. He suddenly clutched his chest, coughing weakly and incessantly.

"Ahem! This servant thanks Your Highness for your instruction!"

Yang Chenqing's barely concealed anger was noticed by Qing Tingyu. Qing Tingyu raised his hand, and a palace maid came forward to dress him and help him with his hair.

"Yes, I apologize for my poor hospitality today. General Yang has been caught in the rain for no reason!"

Qing Tingyu sat on the soft couch in the outer hall with a playful expression. He was surrounded by warm incense, and his crimson python robe swayed on the ground.

"Your Highness! It was this servant's recklessness!" Yang Chenqing gripped the bone umbrella tightly, his head bowed.

"Your Highness! Consort Yang has come to visit!" Guard Mei Ziye entered the hall to announce the news.

"Hmm~ The Eastern Palace is unusually lively today!"

"Hahaha~ General Yang! Get up quickly, lest the Imperial Concubine sees you and it upsets the baby!"

Qing Tingyu then gave the order, allowing Yang Chenqing to get up.

"This servant kowtows to Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Yang Chenqing, maintaining his proper posture, bowed to the Crown Prince in gratitude.

"Dust clear!! Dust clear!!!"

Yang Guifei, lifting her lower robe, ignored the advice of her maid Yuzhu and hurriedly ran into Tingyu Palace.

"Sister?!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please take care of your health!" Yang Chenqing said solemnly as she helped her elder sister up, her brows furrowed.

"Hahaha~ It seems that the Imperial Concubine misses her family too much, hahaha!"

"Guards, offer seats to the Imperial Concubine and General Yang!" Qing Tingyu skillfully defused the awkward situation while maintaining her composure and continuing to control the situation.

"Your Highness is kind and benevolent; Zhang'er thanks you in advance!"

After taking her seat, Yang Guifei tightly wrapped her warm outer robe around her younger brother's body, and then, with eyes full of tenderness, picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe the water stains from his forehead.

"Your Highness, this child is always so reckless! Look at him, soaked to the bone, and he still has the nerve to come to the Eastern Palace looking for someone!"

Yang Huizhang cleverly attributed the reason for getting caught in the rain entirely to Yang Chenqing.

Upon hearing this, Qing Tingyu burst into laughter: "Hahaha~ Consort Yang is truly gentle and considerate!"

"Guards, take General Yang to the hot springs for a bath, and prepare a new set of clothes for him!"

"This servant obeys!" Yulan moved lightly, leading the way for Yang Chenqing, who was soaking wet.

When only His Highness the Crown Prince and the Imperial Concubine remained in the outer hall, the atmosphere instantly became subtle!

Yang Huizhang spoke first: "Your Highness, the ceremony for selecting a concubine will be held soon!"

"Hmm?! What does Your Highness mean by this?!" Qing Tingyu narrowed her eyes, feigning a look of inquiry and surprise.

"Your Highness! Zhang'er wishes to ask you for a marriage for my younger brother before he goes to war in the northern desert!" Yang Huizhang bowed, his face pale.

"Really?!"

"Just who is this angelic woman?"

"Does Her Highness the Imperial Concubine need to personally ask me for it?!"