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

Good guy.

This isn't detoxification, it's blatant house-destroying.

She tried to move.

hiss--

pain.

It hurts everywhere.

My back hurts, my legs hurt, my wrists hurt, my arms hurt, even my fingers hurt.

Especially there...

Her face flushed red, and she dared not move.

"Chuntao," she said in a hoarse voice, "help me up."

Chuntao quickly helped her up.

As soon as Su Yaoyao sat up, she saw the book on the bedside table.

That book, "108 Styles of XXXX".

She casually flipped through the book and found that the bookmark was already inserted...

The position is slightly towards the back of the middle.

Su Yaoyao: "......"

Before Chun Tao noticed, she quietly closed the book and tucked it into the blanket.

It let out a muffled wail.

Good heavens!

I'm too ashamed to show my face!

"Miss," Chun Tao asked softly, "Are you still in pain?"

Su Yaoyao glanced at her.

What do you think?

Chuntao is about to cry again.

Su Yaoyao quickly stopped her.

"Don't cry, don't cry! I'm fine!" She paused, checking her body for signs of discomfort. "It's just... a little tired."

I'm more than just a little tired.

She felt as if all her bones had been taken apart and then put back together.

That place is even more...

That person... did they have to use so much force...?

However, it seems that this was her own request...

She moved her legs and hissed again.

Chun Tao was heartbroken.

"Miss, please don't move, let me massage it for you..."

Su Yaoyao waved her hand.

"No need, give me the porridge first, I'm starving."

Chuntao quickly brought over the porridge.

Su Yaoyao ate in small bites, finally feeling a little more alive.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, she leaned against the headboard and let out a long sigh.

"Where is His Highness?"

"He's in the study," Chun Tao said. "I just sent someone to fetch the imperial physician."

Su Yaoyao raised an eyebrow.

"The imperial physician? What's wrong with him?"

Chuntao hesitated for a moment.

"It seems like... my lower back is uncomfortable."

Su Yaoyao was stunned for a moment.

Then she laughed.

That smile held a hint of slyness, a touch of smugness, and a dash of heartache.

"Let him rest," she said. "He's exhausted these past few days."

Chuntao looked at her.

"Miss, you don't blame His Highness?"

Su Yaoyao thought for a moment.

"Why blame him?"

"It's his fault... for making you like this."

Su Yaoyao looked down at the marks on her body.

"He was helping me detoxify," she said, "although..."

It was indeed a bit excessive.

But she remembered the heartache in his eyes and the tenderness in his movements.

Chuntao nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Then you should rest well. I'll go get you another bowl of porridge."

---

Xiao Chenyuan sat in his study with a folded book open in front of him, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

He recalled the events of the past three days, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The third attack of that drug was indeed severe.

But his antidote was surprisingly effective.

My mind is filled with that person.

The way she looked when she was asleep, her eyelashes fluttering gently, was like a butterfly resting on a flower stamen.

The way she looked when she woke up, her eyes still closed, was as she snuggled into his arms.

She was bullied so badly that her red-rimmed eyes and the way she glared at him looked like a kitten that had been provoked.

And there was the way she nestled in his arms, whimpering softly, exhausted.

"A-Yuan...no more..."

"Ah Yuan... I'm so tired..."

"A-Yuan...I like you the most..."

Xiao Chenyuan's Adam's apple bobbed.

Then, his back started to ache again.

Ling Feng brought in the medicine and saw his prince staring blankly at his back.

He silently put down the medicine.

"Your Highness, the imperial physician has arrived."

Xiao Chenyuan snapped out of his daze, picked up the medicine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Let him in."

Ling Feng agreed, walked to the door, and suddenly turned back.

"Your Highness."

"Um?"

Ling Feng looked at him, hesitant to speak.

Finally, he said in a low voice.

"Please take care of yourself."

After saying that, he quickly retreated.

Xiao Chenyuan was stunned.

Then he smiled.

Take care of yourself?

He thought of that person, and his eyes softened with tenderness.

For her, it would be worth dying for.

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Su Yaoyao finished her porridge in small bites, feeling a little more alive. She was about to ask Chun Tao to get her another bowl when...

Xiao Chenyuan walked in, carrying a tray with several small dishes on it.

Chuntao tactfully stepped aside.

Xiao Chenyuan walked to the bedside and sat down.

He looked at Su Yaoyao, his eyes filled with heartache.

"woke up?"

Su Yaoyao glared at him.

"How dare you ask?"

Xiao Chenyuan guiltily looked away.

"...I was wrong."

Su Yaoyao snorted.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Chenyuan remained silent for a moment.

"I shouldn't have... used too much force."

Su Yaoyao blushed.

"You call this 'excessive force'? Count how many good pieces of flesh are on my body!"

Xiao Chenyuan lowered his head, his gaze falling on the marks on her collarbone.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"...I'll be gentler next time."

Su Yaoyao glared at him.

"There will be a next time?"

Xiao Chenyuan looked at her with a serious gaze.

"Graceful".

"Um?"

"This poison only takes effect three times."

Su Yaoyao was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Chenyuan continued.

"From now on, it will just be..."

He paused, seemingly searching for the right word.

"Normal marital relations."

Su Yaoyao realized what was happening and her face turned even redder.

Normal marital relations...

That's...

She turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

Xiao Chenyuan reached out and gently took her hand.

"Graceful".

Su Yaoyao did not turn around.

"Does it still hurt?"

Su Yaoyao gave a muffled "hmm".

Xiao Chenyuan held her hand tenderly.

"I had someone send some ointment over; I'll apply it for you in a bit."

Su Yaoyao then turned to look at him.

"Did you have someone deliver it?"

"Um."

"Then why don't you apply it yourself?"

Xiao Chenyuan was taken aback.

Su Yaoyao looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Your Highness, you wouldn't be... afraid to look at my wounds, would you?"

Xiao Chenyuan remained silent.

Su Yaoyao looked at his slightly red ear tips, and the anger in her heart suddenly disappeared.

This person truly cares about her.

"Alright, alright," she said, squeezing his hand in return. "I'm fine, just... a little tired."

Xiao Chenyuan nodded.

"Then you should rest well. I've had some nourishing food prepared, it will be sent over in a bit."

Su Yaoyao leaned back on the pillow and looked at him.

"Your Highness."

"Um?"

"Is your back... alright?"

Xiao Chenyuan's movements froze for a moment.

Su Yaoyao smiled slyly.

"I just saw you leave with your hand on your back."

Xiao Chenyuan, unusually showing a hint of embarrassment, still spoke.

"I'm fine."

"real?"

"real."

Su Yaoyao leaned closer to him and lowered her voice.

"Will Your Highness come again tonight?"

Xiao Chenyuan looked at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"You want me to come?"

Su Yaoyao blinked.

"In no mood."

Xiao Chenyuan: "..."

Su Yaoyao laughed and fell into his arms.

"Just kidding! I'm exhausted! Your Highness, have mercy!"

Xiao Chenyuan helplessly embraced her, but the corners of his lips slightly turned up.

"Okay," he said, "I won't bother you tonight."

The Eastern Palace finally quieted down that day.

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In the distance, Ling Feng stood under the eaves, looking at the tightly closed door, and sighed again.

Chuntao walked over and stood next to him.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Feng looked at her.

"Tell me," he asked in a low voice, "Does Your Highness and the Crown Princess have endless things to talk about every day?"

Chuntao thought for a moment.

"I think so."

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"What were they saying?"

Chuntao also fell silent.

The two looked at each other and shook their heads simultaneously.

do not know.

I didn't dare ask.

Forget it, I'll just squat.