The abstinent prince, practicing Buddhism, is seduced by a voluptuous beauty into breaking his vows.

Inside the room, Xiao Chenyuan held Su Yaoyao in his arms and looked down at her.

Her bright red wedding dress shimmered in the candlelight, making her look absolutely stunning.

"Does it look good?" she asked, deliberately turning around in a circle.

The skirt swirls open, like a blooming flower.

Xiao Chenyuan's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Beautiful." His voice was low and husky. "So beautiful that I want to hide you away."

Su Yaoyao smiled.

"Your Highness, you're saying such things again."

She stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear.

"If I hide it, how will others see it?"

Xiao Chenyuan tightened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.

"I won't let anyone else see it," he muttered. "It's just for me."

Su Yaoyao was choked so tightly she could hardly breathe, but she laughed even harder.

"Very well, Your Highness, then we'll show it to you."

Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her, his gaze moving from her eyebrows and eyes to her lips, and then to the exposed section of her fair neck.

He couldn't resist leaning down and gently biting her neck.

"Ugh!" Su Yaoyao shrank her neck. "Why is Your Highness biting me again?"

"I want to bite," Xiao Chenyuan said matter-of-factly. "I've been thinking about it for quite some time."

Su Yaoyao recalled their correspondence over the past few days, and the explicit words in his letters, and couldn't help but smile.

"When Your Highness writes letters," she poked his chest, "how could you dare to write anything?"

Xiao Chenyuan raised an eyebrow.

"If you don't even dare to write a letter, what kind of thinking is that?"

Su Yaoyao choked.

This person has a whole bunch of fallacies.

She nestled in his arms, her fingers playing with his shirt.

"Just now...you really didn't see anyone?"

Xiao Chenyuan paused for a moment.

"I saw it." He said calmly.

Su Yaoyao looked up at him.

"Why didn't Your Highness ask?"

Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her.

"You want me to ask?"

Su Yaoyao blinked.

Xiao Chenyuan continued, "I know he came to deliver something to you."

Su Yaoyao was stunned for a moment.

"Does Your Highness know?"

"Hmm." Xiao Chenyuan pulled her closer to him. "I know about the antidote; he went to great lengths to prepare it."

Su Yaoyao was completely stunned.

"You...you all..."

Xiao Chenyuan looked at her silly expression and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"How do you think he could sneak in so quietly? The guards in the Eastern Palace and the Marquis's residence are all my men."

Su Yaoyao opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

So, did He Qing tacitly approve of her climbing through her window?

"Then Your Highness..." she asked cautiously, "aren't you jealous?"

Xiao Chenyuan remained silent for a moment.

"Eat," he said in a muffled voice, "I owe him."

Su Yaoyao recalled the knife that He Qing had taken for Xiao Chenyuan, the two jade pendants that had been pieced together, and the inexplicable entanglements between them.

She leaned against him and sighed softly.

"Your Highness."

"Um?"

"From now on," she said, "we'll treat people well."

Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her.

"How should we treat him properly?"

Su Yaoyao thought for a moment.

"Have you cured him of that poison. If there's anything he wants, we'll help him if we can."

Xiao Chenyuan nodded.

"it is good."

Su Yaoyao smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the lips.

"Your Highness is so good."

Looking at her smiling face, Xiao Chenyuan's jealousy dissipated considerably.

He lowered his head, wanting to deepen the kiss.

"Sister?" Su Qingrun's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"I just heard some noise in your room. Is that kid surnamed Xiao here again?"

Su Yaoyao froze.

She hurriedly broke free from Xiao Chenyuan's embrace, glared at him—Don't make a sound!

On the eve of my wedding, my brother caught me and gave me another long lecture.

Xiao Chenyuan leaned against the bedside, arms crossed, watching her with a leisurely smile.

Su Yaoyao ignored him, quickly walked to the door, took a deep breath, and made her voice sound normal.

"No, brother! I'm trying on my wedding dress, I'm just so happy!"

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

"Trying on a wedding dress?" Su Qingrun's voice was tinged with suspicion. "Trying on a wedding dress in the middle of the night?"

Su Yaoyao: "...I'm happy."

Another silence followed.

Through the door, Su Yaoyao could almost picture her brother's expressionless face.

"Okay." Su Qingrun finally spoke, "Then you should go to sleep early. The wedding is the day after tomorrow, and you need to get up early tomorrow to prepare your dowry."

"Okay, okay! Bro, you should go to bed early too!"

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Su Yaoyao listened to the door for a while, and only after confirming that Su Qingrun had left did she breathe a long sigh of relief.

"That scared me to death..."

She turned around—

Then she saw Xiao Chenyuan sitting on her bed, flipping through a thick book, reading with great interest.

The words on the cover were clearly visible in the candlelight:

"108 Styles of XXXX"!!!

Su Yaoyao's mind went blank.

oops!!!!!!!!

She forgot to accept the pile of fire-avoidance diagrams that Anar gave her!

"Your Highness!" she lunged forward, trying to snatch it away, "You can't look at that!"

Xiao Chenyuan raised his hand and held the book high.

He was tall, and when he stretched out his arm, Su Yaoyao couldn't reach it even if she jumped.

"Your Highness!" she cried out urgently, "Give it back to me!"

Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her, a smile in his eyes.

"What's the rush?"

"Let me take a look and broaden my horizons."

Su Yaoyao's face flushed red.

She watched as Xiao Chenyuan opened the book and read through it page by page.

The drawing on it...

She didn't even dare to think about it.

His expression shifted from calm to subtle to... thoughtful.

Su Yaoyao covered her face, so embarrassed that she dug her toes into the ground.

"This pose..." he said slowly, "is a bit difficult."

Su Yaoyao: "..."

Xiao Chenyuan turned another page.

"That's something we can give a try."

Another page turned.

"You can do that?!"

"Xiao Chenyuan!"

The man finally raised his head and looked at her.

Those phoenix eyes were churning with indescribable emotions—shock, interest, and even more so… a sense of eagerness.

"Yaoyao," he said softly, "you prepared this because you wanted to... with me."

"I didn't prepare it!" Su Yaoyao interrupted him. "It was Anar! She sent it when she was doing her wedding makeup! I haven't had a chance to receive it yet!"

Xiao Chenyuan raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"certainly!"

Xiao Chenyuan lowered his head and turned another page.

On this page, there is a picture of a man and a woman in a pose that... is extremely challenging to the limits of human endurance.

Before she could see clearly, Xiao Chenyuan had already closed the book.

"Keep this," his voice was terribly hoarse.

Su Yaoyao: "???"

What's the point of keeping it?!

Xiao Chenyuan put the book aside and reached out to pull her into his arms.

Su Yaoyao slumped onto his lap, completely enveloped by him.

"Your Highness..."

Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her.

The candlelight illuminated her face, making her eyes sparkle with shyness, panic, and a hint of cunning.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"Graceful".

"Um?"

"After the wedding. These..."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Try it page by page!"

Su Yaoyao: "!!!"

"This is 108 pages!"

"It's alright, with a little effort... I can finish testing it in a month..."

"Xiao Chenyuan!! You bastard..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man had already lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss was deep and long, carrying a longing that had been suppressed for days.

Su Yaoyao was dizzy from his kisses, and she placed her hands on his chest but did not push him away.

After a long while, he finally released her.

Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling.

Su Yaoyao, panting, glared at him.

"I'm not watching anymore. You're enough for me."

Su Yaoyao felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but said aloud, "How does Your Highness know when it's enough?"

Xiao Chenyuan paused for a moment.

He looked down at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"Yaoyao," he said softly, "are you flirting with me?"

Su Yaoyao blinked, looking completely innocent.

"No, I was just asking."

Xiao Chenyuan stared at her for a moment.

Then he rolled over and pinned her to the bed.

Su Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.

"Your Highness..." Her voice trembled slightly, "I have things to do tomorrow..."

Xiao Chenyuan lowered his head and gently bit her lip.

"I know. So I won't do anything tonight."

Su Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little... disappointed?

Xiao Chenyuan smiled when he saw her expression.

"What? Disappointed?"

Su Yaoyao turned her face away.

"no."

Xiao Chenyuan lowered his head and kissed her earlobe.

"Wait until the day after tomorrow." His voice was low and hoarse. "I'll show you what the 108 styles are all about."

Su Yaoyao blushed again.

This person is getting better and better at talking!

After lingering together for a while, Xiao Chenyuan finally let her go.

"I'm leaving. I won't see you again for another day..."

Su Yaoyao smiled: "Just one day."

"Even an hour feels too long." He lowered his head to kiss her. "How about I... not go any further?"

"Your Highness, have some shame."

"I don't really want it."

Xiao Chenyuan walked reluctantly to the window, then suddenly turned back.

"That book," he pointed to the bedside, "I took it with me."

Su Yaoyao: "???"

"Your Highness!"

Xiao Chenyuan had already picked up the book and jumped out of the window.

Su Yaoyao rushed to the window, only to see a dark figure disappear into the night.

She stood by the window, feeling both annoyed and amused.

This person...

She blushed again when she remembered his earlier words, "keep it."

"You filthy scoundrel..."

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The Eastern Palace.

When Xiao Chenyuan returned, he ran into Ling Feng.

Ling Feng looked at the book in his prince's hand and remained silent for a moment.

"Your Highness, this is...?"

Xiao Chenyuan remained expressionless.

"Textbook".

Ling Feng: "???"

Xiao Chenyuan ignored him and walked straight to the bedroom.

He stopped abruptly as he reached the doorway.

"The wedding is the day after tomorrow," he said, "and we'll double the number of cannon salutes."

Ling Feng was taken aback.

"Your Highness, this is not in accordance with regulations—"

Xiao Chenyuan turned to look at him.

"I'm happy."

Ling Feng: "...Yes."

Xiao Chenyuan pushed open the door and placed the book beside his pillow.

He lay down, looking at the book, a slight smile playing on his lips.

One hundred and eight styles.

That should last for a while.