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Night Hawk, who had been waiting outside the door, still braced himself and went in, despite already feeling the chill emanating from Jun Jiuxiao inside.

He swiftly grabbed Zhou Xiannan, who was still in a daze, and effortlessly lifted him out of the room.

As Nighthawk walked out, he inwardly groaned:

"Young Master Zhou, have you really gone mad! How dare you come to disturb the Prince and Princess at this time? What's the difference between this and suicide?"

Inside, all was quiet and peaceful.

Jun Jiuxiao was in an exceptionally good mood. He thought it would be good for Zhou Xiannan to see this, so that the scoundrel would stop thinking about his Yao'er.

A doting smile played on his lips as he gently picked up the comb and carefully combed Chu Xingyao's silky smooth hair, each stroke filled with tenderness and care.

Then, he carefully selected an exquisite hairpin from the table and gently inserted it into Chu Xingyao's hair, as if he were handling a rare treasure.

At this moment, Jun Jiuxiao could clearly hear Chu Xingyao's rapid heartbeat, as if she were a deer pounding in her chest.

He lowered his head slightly, leaned close to Chu Xingyao's ear, and asked softly, "Yao'er, have you recovered?"

Chu Xingyao glanced at Jun Jiuxiao coquettishly, her cheeks flushed, as tempting as a ripe apple.

She parted her lips slightly and said with a hint of reproach, "Brother Yaochen, it's all your fault!"

Although there was a hint of reproach in her tone, there was more shyness and dependence.

Upon hearing this, Jun Jiuxiao couldn't help but smile, his eyes filled with affection.

He gently pinched the tip of Chu Xingyao's nose and said:

"It was my fault. I will definitely give Yao'er more 'stamps' in the future so that she can learn this breathing method and avoid feeling uncomfortable like she did today."

After saying that, he deliberately winked at Chu Xingyao with a mischievous grin.

Upon hearing this, Chu Xingyao blushed deeply and gently pushed him away with her delicate hand.

He pretended to be angry and said, "You always bully me!"

However, the force she applied was not strong; it was more like an affectionate playful squabble.

Just as the two were joking around, footsteps and a loud male voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"What brings Prince Zhou here?" It turned out to be Chu Xingyao's elder brother, Chu Xingchi.

A sense of tension welled up in Jun Jiuxiao's heart. He knew that if Chu Xingchi saw them being so intimate, Chu Xingyao's heart would definitely be stirred.

His movements were swift and decisive, like a cheetah hunting its prey, as he pulled Chu Xingyao into his arms.

His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, as if he wanted to merge her into his own body.

His face was close to her rosy cheek, his breath carrying her unique fragrance. His voice was deep and urgent: "Call me husband, and I will let you go."

Chu Xingyao was taken aback by this sudden action. A hint of surprise flashed in her bright eyes, but it was quickly replaced by stubbornness.

She glared at him fiercely, her eyes filled with both anger and resentment.

She gritted her teeth, stubbornly bringing her lips close to Jun Jiuxiao's ear, and whispered two words with unwavering determination: "Don't even think about it!"

In the instant Jun Jiuxiao was distracted, Chu Xingyao, like a light butterfly, secretly used her lightness skill, and with a flash, broke free from his embrace like a phantom.

Her movements were light and swift, making them difficult to follow.

Jun Jiuxiao smiled gently as he gazed tenderly at the cunning and adorable Chu Xingyao before him. A helpless yet indulgent smile appeared on his lips.

He slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Hehe, as expected of my Yao'er, your skills are truly extraordinary!"

His words revealed both undisguised pride in Chu Xingyao's martial arts skills and deep affection for her.

It's like the warm sunshine of spring, falling into your heart, making you feel warm and comfortable.

At the same time, his words also contained a hint of domineering possessiveness, an emotion that made one's heart race.

It was as if he was declaring to the whole world that Chu Xingyao belonged to him, Jun Jiuxiao, and that no one could infringe upon her.

Just then, a faint but clearly audible sound of footsteps came from afar.

It turned out that Chu Xingchi's voice rang out again, like a clear stream, instantly dispelling the ambiguous atmosphere that filled the room and breaking the originally peaceful and beautiful atmosphere between Jun Jiuxiao and Chu Xingyao.

Jun Jiuxiao and Chu Xingyao separated quickly, like two startled fawns.

Chu Xingyao, slightly flustered, reached out and gently straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, trying to make herself look more dignified.

Jun Jiuxiao, however, reacted quite differently; his eyes instantly became deep and calm.

As if everything that had just happened was nothing but fleeting smoke, his figure appeared exceptionally tall and resolute at this moment.

With a soft creak, the door was gently pushed open by Chu Xingchi.

He stepped into the room, his handsome face now filled with doubt and worry.

His gaze darted back and forth between Jun Jiuxiao and Chu Xingyao like two bolts of lightning.

They seemed to be trying to find some unknown clues from their subtle changes in expression or unintentional actions.

Faced with Chu Xingchi's scrutinizing gaze, Jun Jiuxiao displayed a calm and composed attitude.

His gaze was firm and profound, as if he could see through people's hearts. His voice was steady and powerful as he asked, "Brother, may I ask what brings you here?"

Hearing Jun Jiuxiao address him in this way, Chu Xingchi was stunned for a moment.

You must know that the person standing in front of you is none other than the world-renowned War God Prince of Dongjing Kingdom!

Now that he was actually being addressed as "Big Brother" by his own mouth, how could Chu Xingchi not feel flattered and overwhelmed?

He pondered to himself with great joy, his heart filled with excitement.

After a long while, Chu Xingchi finally came to his senses and stammered in response:

"Mother... Mother has prepared a sumptuous lunch. Please... and Yao'er, come and enjoy it together."

Chu Xingyao's lips curved slightly upward, forming a smile as beautiful as spring flowers in bloom, and she responded softly:

"Okay, big brother." That smile seemed to melt the ice and snow of winter, warming people's hearts.

Jun Jiuxiao nodded slightly, his movements revealing a kingly majesty and domineering aura.

His figure was tall and firm, like a majestic mountain peak. His steps were calm and powerful as he walked side by side with Chu Xingchi, slowly heading towards the door.

Just as everyone was about to step out of the room, a figure suddenly came into view.

It turned out that Zhou Xiannan had arrived here at some point and was standing there quietly.

Zhou Xiannan completely ignored the sudden icy chill emanating from Jun Jiuxiao.

His once handsome face was now filled with heartbreak, and he asked in a trembling voice:

"Sister Yao'er, are you really going to marry that War King? He's notoriously ruthless and cold-blooded!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Xingyao's smile did not change at all; instead, it became even more radiant.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she replied sweetly, "That's right, Brother Zhou, Yao'er is willing to marry Yao Chen because in my eyes, he is wonderful."

These words, though spoken softly, contained a firm resolve.