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

"You can say many things; you don't have to keep them to yourself."

Zhao Yang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

There was no response, and Qu Yi wasn't planning to continue, but the moment she let go, he grabbed her hand and inserted himself between her fingers.

Five fingers interlocked.

They were pressed tightly together; it's said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and at this moment it felt like they could really hear each other's thoughts.

“I want you, and that hasn’t changed from the past to now. I used to think that siblings would be nice, but then I realized how much I longed to stand by your side, how much I longed for you to be mine alone.” He paused here. “You have no idea how much I want to lock you up, find a place where no one is around, just you and me.”

He didn't realize he was doing anything wrong; his voice was full of hope and joy.

"Are you done talking?" Qu Yi asked.

Zhao Yang: "Mm."

In the darkness, Qu Yi sighed softly, grabbed his collar, tilted her head back, and accurately found his lips in the darkness.

A very gentle kiss.

Zhao Yang's pupils dilated, his muscles tensed, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"you……"

"It's better to be frank."

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, or like scissors cutting the thread. It opened up a new world for Zhao Yang. He licked his dry lower lip, his voice deep and seductive.

His voice was low and hoarse: "I want to kiss you again."

Before Qu Yi could make a move, he grabbed her chin, lifted it up, and delivered a heavy, fierce, and unrestrained kiss.

That night, Qu Yi was kissed by Zhao Yang several times, each time for quite a while. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she pressed his face onto the pillow and threatened him that if he did it again, she would leave the next day.

Zhao Yang finally calmed down, held her in his arms, and closed his eyes.

After Qu Yi fell asleep, Zhao Yang opened his eyes. Recalling everything that had just happened, his eyes were filled with fervor, which was eventually overwhelmed by an intense love that seemed to be overflowing.

In the following days, nothing particularly big happened in the military camp, and Zhao Yang had some free time. However, after their close contact a few days ago, he seemed to have developed a skin hunger disorder, sticking to her all the time.

When the time came, Qu Yi packed her things and left. She hadn't brought much with her when she came, but she did have some when she left, all of them small things that Zhao Yang had given her. He had learned carving at some point and had carved some small items to give to her, insisting that she take them back with her.

"Look at this when you miss me."

Zhao Yang picked up one of the wooden figurines, which looked very much like him.

He is a miniature version of Zhao Yang.

This parting has lasted for two years.

In the past two years, tremendous changes have taken place within the imperial court.

Upon learning that Prince Rui was nearing his end, the court officials became restless, especially the faction led by the Prime Minister who was secretly raising an army, revealing their wolfish ambitions.

Amidst the infighting among the ministers, Prince Rui's only son, Song Ye, emerges.

In the final moments of his life, Prince Rui brought Tan Yu before the assembled officials for a blood test to confirm their kinship.

Not long after, Prince Rui passed away. Song Ye was young and could not control the court officials. The prime minister intended to force him to abdicate and take his place. On the day the army assembled, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the air seemed to be filled with the damp smell of gunpowder, so tense that it was hard to breathe.

The Prime Minister had taken control of the elite troops left behind by Prince Rui, and thought he was above all others. However, when he broke through the palace gates and brought the young emperor under his control, a sharp arrow pierced the air and pierced straight into his shoulder.

"Zhao, Yang!"

The prime minister gritted his teeth and shouted his name.

"You're actually one of Prince Rui's men!"

Zhao Yang looked down at him, his eyes half-closed, as if he were looking at a lowly ant.

But he said nothing, simply walked past him and stood before the young emperor.

"Your legs are weak?"

Song Ye's eyes widened: "How could that be! You underestimate me."

Zhao Yang nodded: "That's good, you can handle the rest yourself."

Song Ye was stunned: "Then, what about you?"

"I've finally come back, so naturally I'm going to where I belong."