The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 148 Tell her to get over here

She looked at Ye Jingnian in disbelief and said, "Your Highness knows?"

Ye Jingnian tightened his grip on her, gritting his teeth as he said, "You still dare to hide it from me?"

“Zhixing…I’m willing.” Her voice was as soft as a sigh.

"Willing?!" Ye Jingnian abruptly released her grip, stood up, looked at her lying on the ground, and sneered, "Who do you think you are? Do you even have the right to make decisions for me?"

He turned around, grabbed a book from the table, and threw it at the table, sending pages flying.

Hearing the rustling, cold sounds, Zhi Xing's eyes gradually reddened. This was the first time Ye Jingnian had been so harsh to her...

"That old Taoist priest said you'd die if you used your magic three more times! Do you want the whole capital to know that I won over Ye Jinchen with just a maid?!"

Old Taoist priest? Has Ye Jingnian already found someone to replace her?

Her eyes were dark, and she muttered in a low voice, "This identity was given to me by His Highness..."

She reached for the papers, trembling, when suddenly her black coat hem stepped on her.

"Are you dissatisfied?"

Hearing the oppressive aura emanating from above, Zhi Xing swallowed hard, feeling somewhat aggrieved. She withdrew her hand, clutching the hem of her skirt, and said, "This servant dares not."

“Listen,” Ye Jingnian leaned down, the scent of ambergris mixed with the smell of alcohol wafting into her ear, “If I find out you’ve touched the Golden Crow Feather Spirit again, get out of the Crown Prince’s residence.” He ran his fingertips across her neck, “This time, I won’t look for you again.”

Outside the hall, the rain fell like a waterfall, and the rumble of thunder rolled across the eaves.

Zhi Xing gritted her teeth, but still stubbornly raised her face: "His Highness said... he wanted Prince Ye to suffer a fate worse than death."

A clap of thunder flashed outside the door, reflecting on her deathly pale face. Ye Jingnian's breath hitched, and he suddenly grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up, and slammed her against a pillar: "Then do you know—" he whispered through gritted teeth close to her ear, "when the backlash of the Golden Crow Feather Spirit takes effect, it can cause excruciating pain, making one wish their heart and bones could be ripped out?"

Zhi Xing's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Looks like you don't know." Ye Jingnian chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing the throbbing veins on her neck. "My little dog turns out to be a brainless idiot."

He abruptly released her, watching her slide to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

He gritted his teeth, turned around, swept the tea set off the table, and stepped out the door.

Zhaoyang Hall.

When Ye Jingnian smashed the eighth vase, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. It was the peace charm that Zhi Xing had embroidered last year, hanging in the corner of the tent he passed by every day.

"Fool..." He grabbed the talisman to throw it away, but then noticed tiny characters embroidered in gold thread on the back:
May Your Highness have a smooth life, even if the star of the Gardenia falls into eternal damnation, I would still be content.

A thunderclap boomed outside the window, illuminating his bloodshot eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the veins on his forehead throbbing: "Call Zhixing over."

Yan Chuan nodded and walked out.

"Your Highness, Zhixing says she has not yet bathed and changed, and asks you to wait a moment."

"Tell her to get over here!"

"Yes!"

A moment.

The sound of rain outside the hall grew louder, pattering against the eaves, making the interior even quieter.

As Ye Jingnian stared at Zhi Xing's slender kneeling figure, the nameless fire in his chest suddenly died down, replaced by an indescribable bitterness.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, most of the violence in his eyes had faded, leaving only a deep, unfathomable darkness.

"Come here." His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an undeniable command.

Zhi Xing stiffened slightly, slowly raising her eyes, seemingly unsure if she had misheard. "I said, come here," Ye Jingnian repeated impatiently, his fingertips lightly tapping on the table, his voice much softer than before.

Zhi Xing pursed her lips and tried to stand up, but her weak body made her legs go weak, and she staggered before she could stand up.

Ye Jingnian frowned, strode forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up.

It's so much lighter...

He subconsciously tightened his arms, only to find that her waist was so slender that it was almost impossible to wrap one's hands around it. Her whole body seemed to be nothing but bones, and her weight was unbelievably light.

"How long has it been since you ate a proper meal?" His voice was low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anger.

Zhi Xing lowered her eyelashes, not daring to look at him, and only whispered, "I'm not hungry..."

She had been trying her best to recover her health and eat well, but after hearing Ye Jingnian's reluctance to see her at the door that day, she became restless and lost her appetite.

"Not hungry?" Ye Jingnian sneered, then suddenly picked her up and carried her horizontally. "I think you're tired of living."

Caught off guard, Zhi Xing was pulled into his arms and instinctively clutched his clothes.

Her face was almost pressed against his chest, and she could clearly hear his strong heartbeat. The air around her nose was filled with the cool scent of ambergris emanating from him.

"Your Highness..." Her ears burned, and her voice was barely audible.

Ye Jingnian glanced down at her and saw that a trace of color had finally returned to her pale face. He then smiled with satisfaction.

"Shut up." He said harshly, but held her even tighter and strode toward the soft couch in the inner room.

Zhi Xing dared not utter another sound, feeling her heart pounding so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Ye Jingnian placed her on the couch, gently stroking her cheek with his hand, leaving faint handprints on her slightly pale skin.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhi Xing shook her head, her tightly closed eyelashes trembling.

He sneered and said, "What are you trembling about?"

Ye Jingnian sat on the bed, pulled her trembling body into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head: "How can I treat you in this state?"

Zhi Xing tensed up instantly, but a sense of emptiness and disappointment welled up inside her.

"Zhixing... will recover..." Her voice trembled, and her fingertips crumpled the brocade quilt.

Ye Jingnian chuckled softly, then suddenly bit the back of her neck with a force that was neither too strong nor too weak, but it startled her so much that she almost rolled off the bed.

He scooped her up with his long arm and pulled her back into his embrace, then reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.

“Listen,” he said, staring into her eyes, “the matter of the Golden Crow Feather Spirit ends here.”

Zhi Xing's eyelashes trembled slightly as she tried to explain, "But Your Highness, Prince Ye..."

"I have my own plans." Ye Jingnian interrupted her, his thumb unconsciously stroking her chin, his tone softening slightly, "If you die, wouldn't I lose a useful pawn by my side?"

Zhi Xing's eyes darkened, and she said in a low voice, "But if I don't use the Golden Crow Feather Spirit, what use am I to Your Highness..."

Ye Jingnian suddenly leaned closer, his nose almost touching hers, his voice low and dangerous: "Zhixing, do you think... I can't live without you?"

Zhi Xing's breath hitched, and her thin figure stiffened.

Ye Jingnian chuckled softly, then suddenly bit her lip lightly, his voice laced with a wicked mockery: "You guessed right."

Zhi Xing's heart skipped a beat. She swallowed hard, looked up at him, and tentatively asked, "Your Highness... are you not angry anymore?"

Ye Jingnian stared at her overly ingratiating appearance and felt inexplicably irritated.