After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

At night, Lu Zhiyuan was half asleep when she vaguely heard a noise. Just as she was about to open her eyes, a dark shadow loomed over her. Startled, she looked up abruptly, but before she could see the person's face clearly, she was forced onto the bed.

The strong smell of alcohol assaulted her nostrils. In a moment of panic, she pulled out the bracelet from under her pillow. The person noticed, grasped her wrist, and called out in a low, hoarse voice, "Ah Yuan, it's me."

Your Royal Highness?

Lu Zhiyuan struggled for a moment, but the Crown Prince did not move. Instead, he took advantage of her drunkenness to make advances on her. Lu Zhiyuan bent her knees, her brows furrowed slightly, and opened her mouth to bite him hard.

The metallic taste of blood, tinged with the smell of alcohol, immediately filled her mouth. The Crown Prince pressed his forehead against hers and complained, "It hurts! Ah Yuan bit me so hard, my lips are all bleeding."

"Serves you right!" Lu Zhiyuan rolled her eyes and kicked the Crown Prince away. "Why did you drink so much? What about Zuo Yi? Doesn't he care about you?"

"I'm so happy!" The prince leaned back on the bed without any regard for his image, pointed to his lips, and said, "A-Yuan kissed me! She likes me and won't think about leaving me anymore!"

"It was just a kiss, what does that have to do with leaving or not leaving?" Lu Zhiyuan muttered, pulling the blanket up. "Don't go on a drunken rampage here, go back to sleep."

"I didn't go on a drunken rampage. I'm the Crown Prince, how could I possibly go on a drunken rampage?" The Crown Prince swayed, his head hitting the bedpost, and pouted pitifully, "There's an assassin! The assassin wants my head!"

“There are no assassins, only a bed.” Lu Zhiyuan said patiently, “Be good, don’t move around. I’ll call Zuo Yi to take you back.”

“I’m not going back!” The Crown Prince shook his head. “I want to find A-Yuan. I want to stay with my A-Yuan. We’re married, we’re husband and wife, and husband and wife should live in the same house and sleep in the same bed.”

The Crown Prince held up two fingers and put them together in front of Lu Zhiyuan.

Lu Zhiyuan pressed his hand down: "We're different from others. Others are real couples, but we're a couple by agreement. I'm still young, I can't do anything real with you. Be good, I'll have Zuo Yi take you back to sleep."

The Crown Prince hugged her tightly, rubbing against her like a child: "Don't tell Zuo Yi, or Zuo Yi will complain to the Empress Dowager."

After saying that, she looked at Lu Zhiyuan with a wronged expression.

Zuo Yi was not only his bodyguard, but also someone his mother had carefully selected and sent to his side. He knew Zuo Yi was loyal to him and would never betray him, but Zuo Yi was equally loyal to his mother. Zuo Yi would watch over him and tell his mother if he did anything his mother forbade.

It wasn't a reprimand, it was disappointment, utter disappointment.

He didn't want to see a mother like that; it would make him feel terrible.

Clinging to Lu Zhiyuan's arm, she pleaded softly, "Don't tell Zuo Yi, I was just... just too happy and accidentally drank too much."

Looking up into Lu Zhiyuan's eyes, she said, "Does A-Yuan care whether I'm angry with me or not? A-Yuan must think I'm a bad person, a lecher. I didn't mean to do that, I just like A-Yuan too much! What should I do? I can't control myself."

The prince was drunk and his eyes were blurry. He would pout from time to time, like a naughty, sulky, and wronged child.

"You came here just to tell me this?"

"No!" The Crown Prince shook his head: "I missed you, I wanted to come see you, and by the way, ask you why you kissed me? A-Yuan, do you like me, like I like you?"

"Is it important?" Lu Zhiyuan asked, noticing his confused look, and repeated, "Is my answer important?"

“Important, very important.” The Crown Prince nodded, like a well-behaved child in kindergarten: “You don’t have to answer, but you have to kiss me again. The Master said that reviewing the old helps one understand the new. I’m a good student, and I want to review the old. I want to know what it feels like to kiss A-Yuan? It was too fast. The kiss A-Yuan gave me in the pavilion was too fast. I didn’t have time to capture it. I’ve thought about it for a long time, but I still can’t remember what it felt like.”

What a stupid prince!

In ancient times, men married young, often as young as sixteen or seventeen. A prince of that age should hurry up; his children are old enough to run errands. Because he was betrothed to a relatively young princess, he ended up living a lonely life.

For no apparent reason, a sense of guilt arose in my heart.

"I'll kiss you, just once, promise me, and go back to sleep."

The Crown Prince nodded, and Lu Zhiyuan leaned closer, wanting to kiss him on the cheek. Caught off guard, the Crown Prince quickly touched her lips to his, followed by a sly smile.

Lu Zhiyuan found it both amusing and exasperating. She pinched his nose and asked, "Is Crown Prince Brother really drunk or just pretending?"

“Your Highness is not drunk. Your Highness just had a couple more drinks.” A glint flashed in his eyes as the Crown Prince deliberately avoided Lu Zhiyuan’s gaze: “I swear, I only had a tiny bit more.”

The Crown Prince counted on his fingers: "Father and Mother do not want the Crown Prince of Beiliang to indulge in fine wine and beautiful women, so I am not good at drinking and can only have a small sip! Let me tell you a secret, the Crown Prince of Beiliang must always stay sober, even at palace banquets, I only pretend to drink. The first time I acted impulsively was in A Yuan's palace, when I drank the fruit wine that A Yuan brewed herself. It felt good to be drunk, a good drink that can wash away all sorrows. The second time was the night we got married, I was drunk, but not too drunk, and I drank some hangover soup before going back to my room."

The Crown Prince hiccuped: "I can't get drunk, or I'll scare A-Yuan. This is the third time today, and I was so happy that I couldn't resist."

"It's just being drunk, it's not a big deal." Lu Zhiyuan comforted him softly, "It's getting late, Crown Prince, you should go back."

"I'm not going back! A-Yuan still hasn't told me why she kissed me?" The Crown Prince's eyes suddenly turned affectionate: "A-Yuan likes Crown Prince brother, not like a sister to her brother, not like a subject to the Crown Prince, not like a Crown Princess to the Crown Prince, but like a woman to a man."

Having lived two lives, I've never been in love, nor do I know what true love is. I like Lu Yun because he's trustworthy. I like Han Ting because he's handsome, and his character is perfect for the second male lead. I like Xiao Yebai for complicated reasons, but ultimately, it's all for the sake of a century of peace on the Northern Liang border.

She never imagined she would like, or even fall in love with, a fictional character in a book, or perhaps it was a program designed for her by the plot. But looking into the prince's eyes, she wavered. Suddenly, she felt that liking him, falling in love with him, wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Her eyebrows curved slightly as she looked into the Crown Prince's eyes and said, "A-Yuan likes Crown Prince Brother, just as Crown Prince Brother likes A-Yuan. A-Yuan is straightforward and doesn't want to hide anything. Now, Crown Prince Brother, may you go back to sleep?"

"Ah Yuan..." The Crown Prince hugged her excitedly: "What did you say? Say what you just said again!"

"You're hugging me too tightly, I can't breathe." Lu Zhiyuan pushed him away forcefully: "If you keep hugging me like this, you won't be the Crown Princess anymore."

The prince suddenly released her hand, but did not move away; his gaze remained fixed on her.

At this moment, there was no trace of drunkenness left. Carefully, word by word, as if afraid of startling a butterfly alighting on a petal: "Ah Yuan, say it again."