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

The carriage stopped in front of the East Palace Gate.

Xiao Chenyuan got out of the car first, and before Su Yaoyao could get out on her own, he bent down and picked her up in his arms.

They walked through the corridors of the East Palace, but their destination was not Jingyu Pavilion.

Su Yaoyao wrapped her arms around his neck and blinked, "Your Highness, you've come to the wrong place. My courtyard is over there—"

"That's right." Xiao Chenyuan glanced down at her, his eyes as deep as ink in the moonlight.

Su Yaoyao was taken aback, and gently poked his chest with her fingertip:

"What is Your Highness doing? Didn't you say that your brother wouldn't let you sleep together? Your Highness... you're not listening to your brother-in-law."

Xiao Chenyuan continued walking without stopping, his expression unchanged: "My brother only said that I shouldn't stay overnight at Jingyu Pavilion."

He paused, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips:

"But I didn't say... I couldn't bring you to my bedchamber."

Su Yaoyao: "..."

Good grief, they're trying to find a loophole here.

Before she could say anything more, Xiao Chenyuan had already pushed open the door to the bedroom while holding her.

The candlelight was bright.

Su Yaoyao subconsciously looked up, then froze.

She had been to the Crown Prince's bedroom before—she remembered it as simple and unadorned, with almost no decorations except for the necessary furniture, like a hermit's meditation room.

But in front of...

The moon-white gauze curtains were replaced with her favorite light pink ones. A soft couch covered with a silver fox fur rug was placed by the window, along with several pots of magnolias that she liked.

The most outrageous thing was that bed.

She remembered that the Crown Prince's bed was hard and straight, covered with a plain brocade quilt, and as aloof as the rest of the person.

But now, the bed is obviously wider and thicker, and the mattress is bulging and looks incredibly soft.

Su Yaoyao slid off his arms, ran barefoot over, and reached out to press the mattress—

"Wow!" Her eyes lit up instantly. "So soft!"

Since transmigrating, what she couldn't stand the most was the hard wooden bed in ancient times. So, in the Grand Tutor's Mansion and Jingyu Pavilion, her beds were specially made with several layers of soft mattresses. But the softness of the bed in front of her... was almost comparable to a modern latex mattress.

She couldn't resist throwing herself into the soft bedding, rolling around comfortably and letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Mmm...so soft and comfortable~ Your Highness is so kind~"

Xiao Chenyuan stood by the bed, looking at her unguarded and joyful appearance. The slight annoyance he felt earlier because of He Qing and Chu Qingzi instantly vanished.

He smiled slightly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"I'm glad you like it. This will be your bedroom from now on. I only arranged it casually due to time constraints. If there's anything wrong, I'll change it tomorrow."

Su Yaoyao lifted her head from under the covers, looked at the bedchamber that had clearly been meticulously decorated, and blinked:

"This is not casual? Your Highness clearly planned this all along."

Xiao Chenyuan's ears turned slightly red, and he looked away: "...No."

Su Yaoyao didn't believe her. She leaned closer and poked his burning earlobe, her voice soft and seductive:

"Your Highness, come and try it! What's this cushion made of? It's so soft and bouncy!"

Xiao Chenyuan lay down following her pull, his body sinking into the soft mattress, which was indeed much more comfortable than before. He turned to his side, looking at her so close to him, his eyes deepening:

"Not as soft as you."

Su Yaoyao was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, climbed onto him, and poked his cheek with her finger:

"Your Highness...you've gone astray~"

Xiao Chenyuan's ears turned slightly red, but he forced a cool and aloof demeanor: "I am telling the truth."

Su Yaoyao laughed even harder, and deliberately rubbed against him.

"Then, Your Highness, tell me... which part is soft? Hmm?"

Xiao Chenyuan's breath hitched.

He could clearly feel the curves of her body; her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest, their heat burning even through the thin fabric.

The faint fragrance of plum blossoms emanating from her, mixed with her body heat, drifted towards his nose.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkened frighteningly, and he suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath him.

"Where's the soft spot?" He lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his voice low and dangerously husky, "I forgot..."

He paused, his fingertips gently tracing the skin of her neck, moving downwards to her neckline:

"I need to review it again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Chenyuan kissed him fiercely.

This kiss was fiercer and more urgent than the one in the carriage, as if it were an outlet for all the displeasure and jealousy that had accumulated at the Second Prince's residence.

His hand slid up her waistline, touching her skin through her clothes.

Su Yaoyao was dizzy from his kisses. The kisses moved away from her lips and went down her body.

Side of the neck, collarbone, and further down...

My clothes had been ripped open without me noticing, and the cool air touched my skin, only to be immediately covered by something hotter.

"Um……"

Xiao Chenyuan's breathing was heavy. He raised his head, looking at her flushed cheeks and watery eyes, his voice hoarse:

"Slender and graceful..."

"Um?"

"...You are alone."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply, then repeated it, as if making a vow, or perhaps convincing himself:

"It can only be mine."

Seeing the possessiveness and unease surging in his eyes, Su Yaoyao's heart softened. She reached out and gently stroked his tense cheek:

"What is Your Highness afraid of?"

Xiao Chenyuan was silent for a moment, then buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled:

"I'm afraid you'll be kidnapped by someone else."

Su Yaoyao was stunned.

She never expected that this aloof and arrogant Crown Prince would also have such moments of anxiety and insecurity.

She cupped his face in her hands and looked intently into his eyes:

"Your Highness, I said I wouldn't run away."

She leaned closer, her nose touching his, her voice as soft as a sigh:

"In this world, no one has treated me better than Your Highness. I'm not a fool; why would I abandon a pearl to pick up a fish eye?"

Xiao Chenyuan stared at her for a long time, his eyes churning with an intense, unyielding desire and a struggle that was almost painful.

Finally, he abruptly sat up, wrapped her tightly in the blanket, and his voice was terribly hoarse:

"...I'm going to take a bath."

After saying that, he turned and left, his back view so hurried it looked like he was fleeing.

Su Yaoyao lay on the soft bed, stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.

She stared at the gauze curtains above the bed, then looked down at her disheveled clothes and the ambiguous red marks on her body, and a surge of fire rose up suddenly.

"Xiao! Chen! Yuan!"

She grabbed a pillow and slammed it against the doorway—even though the person was long gone.

"You! Bastard—!"

Mad!

That damned ancient person!

He teased her until she was completely aroused, and then he went to take a shower?!

Su Yaoyao sat up, wrapped in the blanket, her chest heaving violently.

The emptiness deep inside my body was still screaming, like ants crawling on me, itchy and uncomfortable.

She stared toward the bathroom, listening to the faint sound of water coming from inside, and gritted her teeth.

Row.

You wait.

You think you can tolerate things?!

Wait until the wedding... and see how this grandma deals with you!

She angrily lay back down and buried her face in the soft blankets.

The blanket still carried the fresh scent of his sandalwood, mixed with a hint of her own fragrance, warm and comforting, drifting into her nostrils.

Su Yaoyao took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Forget it.

Considering how comfortably he decorated his bedchamber...

Let him off this time.

She turned over, hugged the blanket, and closed her eyes.

But without realizing it, the corners of her mouth curled up.