It's the middle of winter, and the snow that sets in the white sky freezes into ice at night and hangs under the eaves. The white paper lanterns swayed slightly, and the crystalline ice reflected the melting light of the main hall. In the quiet night, apart from the occasional passing wind, there were also a few complaints:
"Why are there only three of us keeping vigil? Grandpa doesn't like third uncle the most?"
"Didn't Third Uncle go to pick up my cousin..."
"What about the others? What about the unlucky Su Youqing? She killed grandpa, shouldn't she come out and kneel to apologize?"
At this time, the unlucky Su Youqing was in the wine room at the end of the corridor, being restrained by a pair of strong hands and pressed against the cold stone wall.
As soon as she opened the door, she was pulled in by the people inside.
The other party was very strong and could wrap his arms around her waist with one hand. But the medicinal properties on her body had not faded away, and she was as soft as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The messy clothes trembled as her fingers clenched tightly, and the kiss was like a spark falling into withered grass, easily engulfed in flames. The cool air around her became hot, and the remaining sanity left her body and drifted away.
After an unknown amount of time, the man stopped and turned her around.
His fingers brushed away the wet hair from her lips, and removed the hairpin ring from her loose bun. The smooth black hair instantly fell over the slender waist that was as white as snow jade, and a pair of clear and innocent almond eyes were filled with tears, looking at him speechlessly.
The man's pupils shrank, seemingly in shock.
Then he took her into his arms and became more and more indulgent.
"Little Prince? Little Prince, where have you been?" A voice suddenly came from outside.
Su Youqing was shocked and grabbed his arm in horror: "Little...little prince, someone is..."
However, the other party just paused and laughed in a low voice: "So what if there are people? Isn't this what you think? Why are you pretending?" He pinched her chin with his fingers, and opened and closed his thin lips: "First ask someone to lead you. When Xiao Wang comes, ask someone to bring Xiao Wang’s slaves here. When the Dong Chuang incident happens, you can successfully climb into Xiao Wang’s bed——"
Su Youqing broke into a cold sweat, and her voice was trembling but firm: "I'm afraid the young prince has recognized the wrong person!"
"Wrong person?" He smiled coldly as if he heard a big joke, "Su Youqing, the eldest daughter of the Su family, how did you come up with such a lame lie?"
As if struck by lightning, Su Youqing was stiff and speechless.
The other party knew her identity and she was plotted!
Tonight is the second day of mourning for Wei Qige, the old lord of Yunzhou City. As the third son of Wei Qige, the bride Wei Xingzhao is about to marry, her innocence is taken advantage of by a young prince who appears out of nowhere before she even gets married. If this matter is made public, she will die immediately without a burial place.
Who is so vicious that he directly wants her to die...
For a moment, she was lost in thought, and was swept into the floating sea foam by the man in front of her. Those thoughts that were concentrated on her lips turned into soft moans and dispersed in the air.
It wasn't until the sounds outside got closer and closer that the man stopped moving again.
He looked at her teasingly and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to let others know?"
"No, I don't want to..."
"Then beg me."
Su Youqing was terribly wronged, her eyes were covered with mist, her lips trembled, and her voice was filled with tears: "Please, young prince... don't let them... know..."
But the other party didn't seem satisfied yet. He came closer to her and put his fingers on her lips: "Kiss here."
Clenching her fingers, she closed her eyes and reluctantly stood on tiptoes to kiss him. Just as he was about to pull away, he was held down by the back of his head and pushed forward, forcing him to deepen the kiss.
As he tossed and turned, warm tears dripped from the corners of his eyes and fell on the tip of his nose. He moved slightly and let go of his hand. Then he quietly clasped the jade butterfly on the belt around her waist and held it firmly in his palm.
He picked up her temple hair with his fingers and brushed it behind her ears. He grabbed her slender neck and lifted it sharply. He warned with a smile: "Next time we meet, you'd better not be so close. Xiao Wang doesn't like it." After that, he calmed down. Clothes, styles went out.
