Now Shen Yuelan is living in dire straits in Prince Qi's Mansion, life is worse than death, and she regrets it.
She was full of resentment and almost crushed the handkerchief in her hand. Shen Zhaoning should have suffered all this, but now it all fell on her head!
So far, her good sister's body has not been found. Whenever she thinks that Shen Zhaoning is still alive and well, her heart becomes more and more panicked.
Shen Yuelan, who never reflects on her mistakes, blames her sister Shen Zhaoning for all her dissatisfaction.
As arrogant as she is, she will never admit that she is wrong, and will only blame all the mistakes on others.
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In the carriage, Shen Zhaoning lay on the window pretending to be dead, somewhat guilty.
She asked Jun Beicheng to help her take revenge in public. Maybe this petty man would want to settle a score with her.
At this time, Jun Beicheng's voice came over with a cool voice: "Stop pretending, someone who can catch fish with bare hands in a big river, why are you pretending not to know how to swim?"
She didn't want to fool around in front of him, so Shen Zhaoning stopped pretending and regained his composure for a second.
"Then what can I do? Princess Anyang blamed me for ruining her good deeds, and wanted to drown me instead. This happened all because of the prince. I am innocent, so naturally it is up to the prince to solve it."
She just wanted to tell Jun Beicheng that she was forcibly dragged into the bath that night, not that she wanted to climb into his bed.
Also, these repeated retaliations were all because of him, so he must owe something and compensate!
In short, she will strive for everything that is beneficial to her, and the little will make the best. If the matter is exposed one day, Jun Beicheng will be merciful, right?
Since she could only stay, she had to let him protect her and ensure her safety.
Jun Beicheng looked at her with a half-smile, playing with the jade ring on his thumb. His eyes were so sharp that he could see through everything, which made people feel guilty.
Shen Zhaoning felt as if Xiao Jiujiu had been seen through in his heart, and he felt a little guilty.
Seriously, he analyzed the stakes for Jun Beicheng: "If I hadn't made a mistake that night, you would have been responsible for sleeping with Princess Anyang. Now she is Princess Zhan. Can you bear her temper? I I helped you, my lord, withstand the disaster, and it was you who wanted to keep me, my lord, so you have to protect me."
This was the first time she had asked him for asylum so bluntly, and it was also the first time she had revealed her intention to stay.
Jun Beicheng was in an inexplicably good mood and threw his spare clothes in the carriage: "I will protect my people. Didn't I teach Princess Anyang a lesson today? What else are you dissatisfied with? Change Come on, don’t go back and pretend to be sick again.”
She also had great intentions of pretending to be sick, otherwise how could she bear it several times a day?
There is also the matter of changing clothes in front of others, which you will never get used to after a few times, and there is also the risk of being eaten dry.
If she refused directly, the man would definitely make a big face again. She chose the weak tactic, pinched her throat and said delicately: "It's okay, Your Majesty, I can handle it. I won't change it until I get back to the palace."
Jun Beicheng raised his eyebrows in displeasure. Although he enjoyed Shen Zhaoning pretending to be weak in front of him, he didn't like that she was guarding him.
He never had much patience, so he grabbed the person into his arms.
Shen Zhaoning exclaimed, her legs were weak when she came. She didn't want to do it again when she went back, so she struggled to get up.
The two of them were so close to each other, and her body twisted around under the struggle, unknowingly teasing the man's desire.
Jun Beicheng is not a gentleman, and he is not a troubled man, especially after tasting her, he knows the essence and cannot withstand a little teasing.
He pinched the soft waist and said in a hoarse voice: "If you move again, I don't mind changing it for you myself..."
Shen Zhaoning was so frightened that she didn't say a word. Thinking back to the scene where she was forced to change clothes in the morning, her face turned red and she didn't dare to move any more.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I can change my concubine by myself."
Feeling the hands on her waist relax, she quickly sat back to her original position holding her clothes.
After twisting and turning for a long time, he took off his soaked shirt and said, "My lord, can you step aside for a moment? Turn your head away, I'm sorry for you looking at me like this."
Even if the two of them did the most intimate things, she would still be shy.
Jun Beicheng looked at her deeply and turned his eyes aside silently.
Listening to the whispering sounds from the side, even though his eyes were filled with arrogance, the image of the beautiful figure turning into joy beneath him emerged uncontrollably in his mind.
Shen Zhaoning is very white, as clear as light shining through fine mutton-fat jade, and it also exudes a faint fragrance.
She has a slender figure, but there is no shortage of places where she should put on some muscle. She is also surprisingly well developed. She is simply a beauty in the world.
Jun Beicheng is not a god, and falling into the secular world is inevitable. Even if he is a little widow whose man has died, he cannot suppress his heartbeat.
He reached out and hugged Shen Zhaoning, who was changing clothes, into his arms, eliciting a delicate exclamation.
"Your Majesty! This is on the carriage!"
Jun Beicheng put his fingers into her mouth, stirring the soft and fragrant tongue, forcing her to become speechless.
"Weren't you on the carriage when you came here? Don't make any noise if you don't want to be heard."
He said obscene words with serious emphasis, and his other hand was not idle. His slender fingers skillfully stirred it, bringing up a moist state.
Shen Zhaoning leaned in Jun Beicheng's arms and panted slightly, his eyes were red and the corners of his mouth were glistening, feeling embarrassed and helpless.
Twisting her slender waist impatiently, her confused and infatuated look makes people want to pity her hard.
After a moment, she trembled and bit Jun Beicheng's finger angrily, and her mouth suddenly became bloody.
Her legs were weak and she ran to the other side of the carriage. She randomly grabbed some clothes and put them on her body. She stared at Jun Beicheng and gritted her molars.
But being under someone else's control, she could only get angry for a moment.
Jun Beicheng calmly took out his handkerchief and wiped his slender fingers, as if he was not the one who was bitten.
There were blood stains on the handkerchief after being bitten, and there were also wet glistening stains.
"Your two faces are really easy to switch between. You can change your face even better than an opera singer."
The lust in his eyes has not completely faded away, and the coldness is tainted with a hint of fireworks. He looks at Shen Zhaoning with a half-smile, his eyebrows are like stars.
Shen Zhaoning glared at him resentfully and moved her gaze to the window in panic. She didn't know why her heartbeat was so fast.
When he arrived at the gate of the palace, Jun Beicheng was the first to get out of the carriage. As soon as he got out of the carriage, he turned into the war king who kept strangers away from him, as serious as a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world.
It was as if he wasn't the one who touched people in the carriage just now.
Walking between such huge contrasts every day, Shen Zhaoning's mentality is about to collapse. He hates that he has no future and is teased to the point of weakness every time.
