"You want me to seduce the Crown Prince? Why are you crying now that I've entered the pala

Chapter 198 Not a single dog of a man is a pushover!
"What are you looking at?"

A chilling voice rang in his ears, sending a shiver down Liu Gonggong's spine. He almost knelt down again to explain, "This servant..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man interrupted, "Wait half an hour before knocking on the door and tell her to get up, eat something, and then go back to sleep."

Eunuch Liu's eyes widened slightly: The Seventh Prince actually considered these things?
Is it still the same ancestor he knew?
In the room, Qin Su was applying an ice pack to her eyes.

The system's voice sounded a little tense: [Host, the tyrant has left the palace for the sake of the Nan Yue people. In the original story, the Nan Yue princess eventually entered the Crown Prince's harem.]

Qin Su remained silent, still resting with her eyes closed.

Go ahead and go ahead, she won't stop you.

The system roughly guessed what the host was thinking and wanted to say something, but instead muted itself.

Come to think of it, if a tyrant with such a tyrannical nature were so easily in love with someone, he wouldn't have waited until a host appeared before there was any sign of a successful conquest.
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Chu Jiang didn't return to the East Palace until just before the palace gates closed at dusk.

When he returned, he learned that Qin Su had already eaten dinner and rested early.

He didn't look well.

Eunuch Liu was unsure whether his bad mood stemmed from the events in Nanyue or from not seeing Miss Sangsang upon his return.

Only Chu Jiang himself knew that he was disappointed because he didn't see the figure he was looking forward to—no matter how late it was before, the little girl would always be waiting for him when he came back.

This time, it must be because that bastard made her angry and upset, which is why she didn't want to come out.

Thinking this, he silently added another mark to his mind for the Crown Prince.

He also found himself increasingly displeased with the people serving him.

When His Highness returned to the palace, Eunuch Liu quickly prepared dinner and served him his meal.

only……

"Is the food not to your liking, Your Highness? Perhaps..." The words "I'd like to eat more" were swallowed back silently under the man's cold and gloomy gaze.

Wasn't His Highness's anorexia supposed to have improved considerably after meeting Miss Sangsang? Why has it started again...?

Chu Jiang walked ahead with a cold face, pressing his hand against his aching stomach. It wasn't that bad to eat, but he just didn't want to.

As for why... well, it's not because I want anyone to feel sorry for me.
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After washing up and lying in bed, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Many images flashed through my mind.
Thick fog shrouded the sweltering, humid primeval forest, seemingly an inescapable wasteland; soldiers fell one after another, afflicted by severe illness and high fever; and vipers and ferocious beasts appeared in endless streams…

Damn the Southern Vietnamese!

On this point, he and the prince were unusually in agreement: they would absolutely not let them go!

A thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered the person he had seen when he left the palace yesterday.

At the height of the war, he did not hesitate to send his elite troops to escort those returning to the capital.

The most important piece in dealing with South Vietnam.

No one would have imagined that, in his hands...

Then it was Sang Sang again...

When the girl's image appeared in his mind, his previous meticulous and calm thinking was instantly shattered, and there was no going back.

The little girl looked both pitiful and adorable when she cried.

He hated women, and he hated women's tears even more. Only she made him feel that even when she was crying, she was still adorable.

She will never know that when he saw her cry, he really wanted to kiss her, but he was afraid she would get angry, so he could only hold back.

The fingers that were resting at her side twitched unconsciously.

He finally remembered the first thing he saw when he woke up.

So soft!

More than he imagined...

He didn't do it on purpose, it's just...

Chu Jiang paused, then suddenly realized something, his face instantly changing: "Beast!" The palace servants outside the bedchamber were startled. Hearing the angry roars and the sounds of the bed being pounded inside, they exchanged glances and their faces turned pale.
No, what happened?
Has His Highness fallen ill again?
help...
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Qin Su was half asleep in the middle of the night when she suddenly woke up with a start: "A ghost... Ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a gentle hand covered his lips, and in the darkness, the person's eyes shone brightly: "It's me."

Chu Jiang withdrew his hand and wanted to approach the girl to say something, but as soon as he moved, she panicked like a startled bird: "Don't come any closer!"

Her voice, rising in pitch, carried a hint of terrified sharpness; she seemed not to have fully recovered from the fear of the day.

Chu Jiang could see it, and felt an indescribable heartache.

He had to lower his voice and gently coax her, "Sangsang, don't be afraid, it's me."

While they were talking, taking advantage of the girl's momentary distraction, he reached out and easily pulled her into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

Under his gentle soothing words, the little girl gradually calmed down. She raised her watery eyes and looked at him with a pitiful expression: "Why are you here?" Her voice still carried a hint of fear from surviving a disaster.

"I……"

The long, slender fingers that were resting on the girl's waist moved slightly, unconsciously pulling her even closer.

How could he tell her that he couldn't sleep at all because of that bastard who would sneak into her room every night under his name?

But she received no answer, and began to fidget in his arms, eliciting a muffled groan from the man's unsteady breathing.

He lowered his phoenix eyes and gazed at her: "They say he comes to see you every night."

The girl froze, her eyes widening slightly, and she almost instinctively wanted to push him away.

But how could Chu Jiang let go?
He could clearly feel the frail body trembling slightly under his palm.

His eyes darkened further, but he persisted in demanding an answer: "Tell me, what did he do?"

What did I do...?

The girl paused for a moment, realizing she couldn't escape, so she lowered her eyes to avoid the question: "Don't ask me."

Her answer intensified Chu Jiang's unease, yet he still harbored a sliver of hope: "Sang Sang, please tell me? I want to know."

The little girl still refused to answer, only lowering her head, like a little rabbit cornered.

Chu Jiang suppressed his racing heart: "Sang Sang?"

She finally raised her head. Her expression was not clearly visible in the darkness, but one could hear the girl's soft, seductive, and slightly husky voice: "Please don't ask anymore, okay? I don't want to talk about it."

Upon hearing this, a fierce glint flashed in Chu Jiang's eyes, but his tone was unusually gentle: "Fine, if you don't want to talk, then don't."

The little girl seemed relieved: "Then you go back... um."

The unfinished words were cut off by a kiss.

In the darkness, her eyes widened in surprise.
But the person had already been forced down onto the soft pillow.

The domineering and familiar kiss forcefully stole away breath, just as intense and reckless as he was.

He may not ask, but he must have what that other person has!
"Ling Xiao, don't do this..."

A delicate, sweet voice came from inside the soft tent, but after that, it became inaudible.

Liu Gonggong stood guard at the door, hesitant: It's so late at night, they probably... won't come out again, right?

I'm not sure, I'll wait and see.

This wait lasted the entire night.

Until morning, the person who was sleeping standing up was suddenly awakened by the sound of the door opening.

"Your Highness, please get up..."

Seeing that the Seventh Prince was still wearing the clothes from last night, a small tooth mark could be seen under the loose collar.

He quickly averted his gaze and adopted a respectful posture, but what he was thinking was:

Sure enough, no man is a pushover!
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