Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Villain, the Delicate Beauty Becomes His Darling

"You wouldn't want a princess either?" Xu Fugui called out to him, "You are a son of the Xu family, this is your responsibility!"

If he weren't afraid that the child born wouldn't resemble the Xu family's offspring and would be ridiculed by outsiders, how could he bear to give the princess to this little bastard?

But he doesn't know what's good for him, it's really laughable.

"No one can do it!" Xu Jingyao turned and left.

Xu Fugui's expression changed. "Then you can just wait to collect your mother's corpse. A lowly concubine in the mansion, my mother can be sold off and killed at will!"

"You dare!" A fist swung out with tremendous force.

Xu Fugui was slammed to the ground. Before he could even catch his breath, his collar was grabbed and he met the man's dark gaze. "Where is my mother? Tell me!"

"Ha, if you don't do as I say, you'll never see your mother again." His teeth were covered in blood, yet he still smiled sinisterly, as if he had given up all hope.

Xu Jingyao frowned, feeling that he was seriously insane.

How could he have come up with such a despicable thing?

"I need to see my mother first," he said calmly.

Xu Fugui knew exactly what he was thinking, and laughed, "Okay, I'll take you there."

Upon arriving at a secluded house, Xu Fugui stopped and pointed inside, saying, "Aunt Lin is inside. Come out after you've seen her."

Xu Jingyao's eyes flickered; he hadn't expected him to give in so easily.

He pushed open the door and went in, but the aroma that hit him immediately put him on guard.

The door behind him closed, and Xu Fugui's voice came from outside: "Second brother, enjoy yourself. Aunt Lin has been sent back to the west courtyard."

"Xu Fugui!" He immediately turned around and pounded on the door.

The outside world fell silent, but the aroma he had just inhaled made him feel hot all over.

A woman's soft, low breathing came from inside the house; it was a sound I knew all too well.

Xu Jingyao pulled a dagger from his waist and made a cut in his palm. His senses returned, and he walked into the house.

The woman wore a light red gauze dress, her slender white fingers gripping the edge of the bed, her graceful figure displayed before us.

Her clothes were slightly loose, and her snow-white skin was now flushed with an unnatural red.

Her limbs were bound with ropes.

Xu Jingyao staggered over, half-kneeling by the bedside, lowering his head to avoid looking at her, and reached out to untie the ropes. "Princess, I apologize for the offense."

The man's fingers trembled slightly, and he moved with extreme care to avoid touching her skin.

Song Yunzhi's eyes were misty with tears as she looked at him.

So sad.

"Ah Jing," she called softly.

Xu Jingyao stopped moving, suddenly raised his head, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Miss Zhizhi?"

He whispered in disbelief and slowly reached out to tear off her veil.

When the familiar face appeared, Xu Jingyao's thoughts instantly became chaotic, and his emotions, which he had finally managed to calm down, were on the verge of collapse again.

Zhizhi is a princess.

So what he likes has always been...

He froze, as if unable to accept it, and gripped the sharp blade in his hand tightly.

A stinging sensation spread through his palm, and his eyes flickered as he finally came to terms with reality.

"You don't need to untie the rope, you can go now." Song Yunzhi looked at him and said, her eyes, which were filled with tears, were smiling. "I can get through this on my own."

Xu Jingyao reacted, reached out and put her veil on, quickly untied the ropes, bent down and carried her horizontally into his arms.

"Ah Jing?"

Surrounded by a firm and broad embrace, Song Yunzhi was momentarily stunned.

Xu Jingyao's face was stern, and his tone remained rigid and serious, "Bear with it for now, I'll take you out."

He pulled down the gauze curtain next to him and carefully wrapped it around her body and head.

Song Yunzhi shook her head slightly and reached out to hook her arm around his neck.

Xu Jingyao stiffened, tightened his arms, and carried the person outside.

He kicked the door with all his might, and with several loud bangs, a large hole was kicked into the thin wooden door.

Xu Fugui, who had been waiting outside, jumped up in fright.

As dusk fell, a tall, muscular man held a woman in his arms, then turned his head to look at the rickety door behind him, a chill running down his spine.

How can this little bastard have so much strength? He specially got the perfume powder from the Drunken Red Pavilion. Let alone a normal man, even a cow would be unable to control it.

How could he still calmly carry the person out like this?

As Xu Jingyao walked towards him, Xu Fugui stammered, "You...how could you..."

A powerful fist swung over, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Xu Jingyao calmed himself down and carried Song Yunzhi toward the princess's room.

Aunt Liu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her return. "Princess, are you alright?"

"I have nothing to say, you may all leave now."

"Yes." Aunt Liu glanced at the man in front of her, then leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Princess, your elder sister has arrived."

"Okay, I understand."

Song Yunyuan's arrival means she can take a couple of days off.

Xu Jingyao didn't hear what they were saying, but carried the person and walked quickly into the house.

He gently placed the person on the bed, then turned around and sat down on a chair some distance away, drinking all the cold tea on the table in one gulp.

Song Yunzhi turned her back, raised her hand, and bit the back of her hand.

The pain made her groan softly involuntarily.

Xu Jingyao rushed over, but then stopped, his outstretched hand pausing. "Princess!"

He couldn't stand the fragrance after just a whiff; she must be feeling even worse for him after spending so much time in that room.

"You go."

Song Yunzhi turned around, her eyes, full of tears, were red.

Xu Jingyao felt a surge of sadness and pulled her hand away from her mouth, saying in a deep voice, "Don't bite yourself."

"It's not painful to bite, you should leave quickly!" Her low voice was tinged with a hint of forbearance.

The man beside the bed didn't move, but just watched her nervously.

"Are you leaving or not!"

Song Yunzhi got angry, reached out and hit him, and tears she was trying to hold back streamed down her face.

"I do not go!"

He suddenly became stubborn, his face tense, and he gripped her hand tightly.

Why should he leave? She was about to agree to marry him.

She held his hand, kissed his face, and said many things that made him misunderstand. He absolutely will not leave until he gets to the bottom of things!

Since she's a princess, why did she provoke him in the first place?

He's not some random nobody who can be summoned and dismissed at will.

She was the one who led him into her trap step by step, so why is she backing down now!

“I’m not leaving!” he repeated.

This was the first time Song Yunzhi had ever seen him so unreasonable and out of control, and she couldn't help but feel both angry and amused.

"Xu Jingyao, I feel terrible right now. Why aren't you leaving? What are you planning to do?" She propped herself up with her hands and asked him bluntly.

The man remained silent, his expression tense, simply holding her wrist firmly in his hand, as if he would stubbornly persist until he got the answer he wanted.