After the engagement was called off, the senior sister of the sect took the initiative to consummate

As dusk falls and the sun sets, the sky is dyed orange-red, like a magnificent and colorful painting.

Qin Yichen walked briskly, ending his mysterious and exciting friendly transaction with the prisoner.

He left the Ministry of Justice prison in a cheerful mood, humming and singing.

Before long, Qin Yichen arrived at his temporary residence.

This is a simple yet cozy little house, surrounded by green trees, in a quiet and peaceful environment.

He gently pushed open the door, and a familiar scent wafted towards him.

However, the moment he stepped into the room, his gaze involuntarily fell on the bed.

Looking closely, one could see Su Nianyao lying gracefully on her side on the bed.

She wore a red, transparent gauze dress, the gossamer-thin fabric subtly outlining her graceful curves, like a delicate flower blooming in the dark night, exuding captivating charm and allure.

The thin fabric couldn't hide her fair and slender legs at all; instead, it added a touch of ethereal beauty.

Beneath the light gauze, her delicate feet resembled budding roses, with ten jade-like toes adorned with crimson, like blooming petals.

At this moment, Su Nianyao gently supported her head with one jade-like hand, and her long, black hair, which cascaded down like a waterfall, was casually scattered on the pillow, making her face look like a peach blossom and her eyebrows like distant mountains.

Her tightly closed eyes resembled two crescent moons, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she were having a sweet dream.

The slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealed a faint smile, making one want to explore the secrets hidden behind it.

Moreover, a faint fragrance permeates the air, seemingly capable of arousing deep-seated desires.

Qin Yichen was momentarily stunned, and his heart skipped a beat.

But he quickly regained his composure, coughed lightly, and tried to break the sudden silence and ambiguity.

He slowly approached the bed, afraid of disturbing Su Nianyao in her dream.

However, just as he approached, Su Nianyao seemed to sense something, her long eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw Qin Yichen. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes at first, but she quickly regained her composure and even said with a touch of playfulness, "Your Highness Prince Jin, you're back."

Qin Yichen felt a dryness in his throat, and after responding, asked, "Why are you here?"

Su Nianyao sat up, the light gauze slipping down slightly, but she didn't notice. She just smiled and said, "I wanted to come and see you. This room is too cold and quiet, so I took the liberty of staying."

A strange emotion welled up in Qin Yichen's heart. He turned his head away and whispered, "Don't do this again next time."

Su Nianyao's eyes dimmed for a moment, then she smiled and said, "I know, Your Highness Prince Jin."

A subtle atmosphere filled the air between the two, and the afterglow of the setting sun streamed into the room, freezing this moment in time.

Seeing that Qin Yichen had turned his head away from her, Su Nianyao gently swayed her body, her long, fair legs appearing and disappearing under the light gauze, adding to her alluring charm.

She parted her red lips slightly, and her extremely seductive voice rang out: "Your Highness Prince Jin, am I really that terrifying that you can't bear to look at me?"

Qin Yichen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned his head again, his gaze unable to leave those alluring curves, his feet involuntarily moving forward.

It was as if they had been bewitched by a fairy.

Su Nianyao's lips curled up slightly, forming a playful and provocative smile.

Her slender, long fingers touched Qin Yichen's firm chest lightly, like a graceful butterfly. "Your Highness, do I look good in this outfit today?"

The warm touch from his fingertips was like an electric current that instantly spread throughout Qin Yichen's body, causing his heart to tremble involuntarily.

He felt a surge of heat rush to his heart. "Mo Yan is being ridiculous. Get out of here right now."

This woman is simply a vixen!

If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back.

Seeing this, Su Nianyao couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, and her behavior became even more unrestrained and reckless.

At the same time, she parted her delicate cherry lips slightly, gently bit Qin Yichen's earlobe, and said in a soft, fragrant voice, "Your Highness Prince Jin, I have been waiting here for a long time. How can you bear to send me away?"

"Last time you pushed me away and wouldn't touch me, it broke my heart for a long time, but this time..."

Qin Yichen felt his bones go weak and his blood surge, all reason vanished at that moment.

Uncle can tolerate this, but Aunt cannot!

……

At that moment, in the main hall of the Mei residence, Mei Wenhua, who was discussing countermeasures with Madam Mei, suddenly felt a void in his heart, as if something had drifted away from him.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze passing through the carved window lattice to the distant horizon, where he saw dark clouds and faint thunder, as if foreshadowing something.

The teacup in my hand trembled slightly, and tea splashed onto the delicate porcelain surface, making a crisp sound that echoed the raindrops about to pour down outside.

Mei Wenhua's face turned pale instantly, and an ominous premonition gripped his heart like ice, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Seeing this, Madam Mei frowned, her eyes filled with displeasure: "What are you daydreaming about? I'm telling you right now, if you can't save our son, I'll never forgive you, listen..."

When she saw Mei Wenhua's deathly pale face, she stood up and quickly moved to his side, placing her slender hand on his shoulder, and asked with concern, "Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mei Wenhua's lips trembled slightly, her gaze vacant as she stared at the dark night sky outside the window. She swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Madam Mei's gaze swept across his face, her anxiety turning into a gentle caress as she anxiously asked, "Are you alright? You don't look alright at all."

As she spoke, she gently patted Mei Wenhua's back, trying to soothe his uneasy heart.

Mei Wenhua's eyes lost their former sparkle, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.

"I'm really fine, it's just that I suddenly felt something leaving my chest."

He shook his head with difficulty, making a low, indistinct sound in his throat, his hands clenched into fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, from which a trace of blood seeped.

What has drifted away from you?

Madam Mei spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing something: "Sir, do you have a premonition? Could it be that something happened to our son in prison?"

Outside the window, a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating her worried face, which, reflected in Mei Wenhua's eyes, added a touch of sorrow.

"Probably not."

Mei Wenhua didn't think about it that way. "Even if the Prince of Jin is incredibly audacious, he wouldn't dare to let anything really happen to our son, because he knows the consequences."

"Hey...that scared me to death."

Madam Mei shook off Mei Wenhua's arm, patted her chest lightly and exhaled, "I thought something had happened to our son that made you so anxious."

Mei Wenhua moved his arm that had been flung away, a hint of dissatisfaction with Madam Mei flashing in his eyes.

What do you mean?

So, my son needs to worry, but I don't?

Did you swing your arm?

No, it was a wounded heart.