He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

"Who is it from the imperial court?" Zhao Yang asked.

"Prince Rui".

Zhao Yang was about to peel a lychee for her when he heard those two words, and he paused in his action.

"Prince Rui?"

"Ah."

Continue peeling the shell and hand the fruit to Qu Yi.

Qu Yi reached out and took it.

Zhao Yang glanced at her lips, somewhat regretfully.

A cool breeze blew in through the open window, instantly making the stuffy air in the room feel more refreshing.

Prince Rui...

Zhao Yang sat at the table, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

Talking about jade.

Talking about jade...

The knocking stopped, and his pupils contracted slightly.

—Song Ye, courtesy name Tanyu.

The only son of Prince Rui who was separated from his family and lived away from home.

In his previous life, Prince Rui forced the emperor to abdicate and killed the old emperor. But little did he know that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. He was poisoned to death before he could even ascend the throne. At the time, he was far away on the border and didn't know much. He only knew that they were looking for Prince Rui's son, but they were unable to bring him back to the palace.

He must have died on the way.

With Prince Rui gone, his son also perished, and the throne was seized openly and covertly by various factions, even sparking a peasant uprising.

In his previous life, he had no interest in the throne whatsoever. Little did he know that some of them had designs on him. Eventually, they could no longer tolerate it and made an example of him, killing many people before things calmed down.

And now.

They've discovered Tan Yu here, so it's impossible to restore the peace we had before.

Zhao Yang suddenly regretted saving the boy.

He committed countless sins in his past life and wanted to accumulate more good karma.

With someone he cares about, he wants to live for decades longer.

Little did I know I'd saved a huge problem.

In the days that followed, Qu Yi would make time to have meals with Zhao Yang every day. However, this guy had somehow learned to be shameless, and he was practically throwing a tantrum to get her to feed him.

Qu Yi had no choice but to compromise once.

But once it happens the first time, it will happen again.

After feeding that silly-looking man again, she said, "You should be better soon, right?"

Zhao Yang held her hand: "It won't get better."

Qu Yi immediately frowned, her voice lowering: "Zhao Yang!"

For three years, Zhao Yang kept testing her limits. She could accept anything except him abusing her body.

"I was wrong," he admitted softly. "It'll be fine tomorrow, okay?"

After staring at him for a while, Qu Yi sighed, "Go and rest."

"Together!" Zhao Yang's eyes lit up.

He hasn't held her while sleeping since he got injured.

I should have known better than to let Wei An make it sound so serious.

On the spacious bed, she leaned against Zhao Yang's chest, her breathing light and soft.

Zhao Yang noticed that she fell asleep very quickly in his arms; if they weren't chatting, she would fall asleep almost as soon as her head hit the bed.

Isn't this also a manifestation of extreme trust?

In a great mood, Zhao Yang's lips curled into a wide smile as he gently pinched the soft flesh on her chin with his fingers.

Who exactly are you?

"And what are you here for?"

As expected, there was no response.

Zhao Yang leaned over and bit her lower lip. Looking at her slightly furrowed brows, he then placed a kiss on her forehead.

His gaze seemed to materialize, caressing her forehead, eyebrows, eyelashes, and the tip of her nose, finally reaching her red lips, which were shaped like flower petals.

His gaze lingered on her for a long time.

A flame of desire seemed to ignite within him, and in the end, he followed his heart and pressed his thin lips to hers.

Afraid of waking her, I restrained my strength, slowly and gently eroding her beauty. Her breath carried a faint fragrance of tea, which was refreshing and intoxicating.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

His voice was low, filled with a strong sense of possessiveness mixed with a hint of sinister intent.

"No matter what the reason, as long as you don't leave, I'll give you whatever you want."