Best friends dressed up in ancient times to become mistresses? You run, I run too!

But what's wrong with this man? She's put on such a great performance, and he's still getting angry?

They are utterly ungrateful.

Isn't it said that you shouldn't hit someone who's smiling at you?

"Guards, take her away, find her some clothes to change into, and bring her back." With that, he quickly took off his outer robe and threw it hard at Shen Ningzhu's face.

"what--"

Shen Ningzhu gasped in surprise when she was hit, her face stinging. She almost lost her composure and took a deep breath. She ripped off her robe and clenched the fabric tightly to maintain her expression.

You scoundrel, I will never forgive you!

A domestic abuser, a tyrant whose moods are unpredictable.

Shen Ningzhu gritted her teeth in anger, trying her best to stay calm and avoid making a rash decision to throw her clothes back. She was truly fed up with that dead fish face and coffin face; even looking at him was annoying.

Two guards stepped forward. "Miss Shen, please."

Shen Ningzhu looked up and inadvertently caught sight of the two people bowing in greeting; her eyes lit up instantly.

Wow, what a handsome young man!

His all-black outfit accentuated his tall and imposing figure; he looked to be in his early twenties at most.

With his tanned skin, sharp features, and stern face, he exudes an aura of asceticism. Wow!

"Miss Shen?"

Seeing that she didn't react, the two looked up in confusion and called out again. When they saw Shen Ningzhu's expression, they suddenly stopped, then hurriedly looked away, their ears gradually turning red.

"Huh? Oh, good."

Suddenly, she paused, her eyes darting around.

"Ouch, ouch~~~ I think I twisted my ankle and can't stand up. Can you carry me, big brother?"

Shen Ningzhu's delicate fox-like eyes were moist, both innocent and alluring, and she reached out her hands to one of them in a soft, sweet voice.

The other person's lips parted, and they stood there stunned. The two looked deeply into each other's eyes, and countless pink bubbles instantly rose around them.

"Shen Ningzhu—"

A sudden shout startled everyone, who turned to look at Jiang Xuan Yan in confusion.

The two guards' knees buckled, and they knelt on the ground, heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound.

"W-what's wrong, Your Highness?"

What's wrong? How dare she ask him what's wrong?

What kind of look was that on her face just now?

It was like a dog seeing a bone; he was all too familiar with that look in her eyes. Before, she would only ever give him that look, but today…

For some reason, he used to feel utterly disgusted whenever he saw her look at him like that.

But when she stopped looking at him like that and instead gave other men that same look, Jiang Xuan Yan felt a mess in his heart, a bit of a tightness in his chest.

Yes, ever since that incident on the mountain, she has never looked at him like that again.

Has he stopped loving her, or has he lost interest once he got her? No, impossible. He is the Crown Prince, how dare this damned woman?

Try saying those words again.

The man's thin lips pressed into a straight line, his sharp phoenix eyes were sinister and menacing, with two faint flames flickering within them. They slowly narrowed, and he stared at her with the dangerous intensity of a wild beast.

Shen Ningzhu scoffed inwardly.

It's true that men always have a strong possessive streak in this regard. Having multiple wives and concubines while demanding that the women only have eyes for and love them—that's truly despicable and shameless.

Before she could think for long, Jiang Wanwan's furious voice rang out, "Shen Ningzhu, what are you doing now?"

Looking up, I saw Shen Ningxue supporting Jiang Wanwan as the two of them hurried over.

However, unlike Jiang Wanwan's obvious worry, Shen Ningxue's expression was indifferent, disdainful, and even showed signs of schadenfreude and a desire to see the show go well.

"I told you so much when I came, but you've only been gone a short while and you're already causing trouble for me, Shen Ningzhu. Are you only satisfied when you've caused chaos in the household?"

Jiang Wanwan approached Shen Ningzhu, gripped her arm tightly with her fingers, and scolded her in a low voice, her eyes filled with deep disappointment.