The concubine is soft and charming, and the prince is willing to seduce her

Chapter 11 Please, Your Highness, Teach Me
"Now that we're here, let's go take a look."

Hearing the Crown Prince's voice, Chai Hui quickly said yes.

Nan Zhiyu dodged Qi Che's outstretched hand and glanced at the bushes not far away. She nervously tugged at her sleeves.

The red handkerchief hanging above disappeared, which proved that Qingdai had lured people here.

"Cousin, it's not difficult for you to ask my mother to take me home as soon as possible. Why do you have to ask me for a favor?"

She tilted her head and looked at the person in front of her, her voice hinting at playfulness.

"You know me, too. I'm just a concubine's daughter. Where would I get the money to treat my cousin to a feast?"

Chai Hui's little heart was beating fast. This Miss Nan seemed to be timid on weekdays, so why did she want to leave the palace?
Doesn't she know that she is being targeted by His Highness and there is no way she can escape from the Eastern Palace?
In the sedan, a half-smile appeared in Wei Qingye's eyes, and the drawing in his hand was wrinkled.

Qi Che was so tempted by her little appearance that his tone became more and more teasing, "It doesn't matter if my cousin doesn't have money. As long as my cousin personally pours wine for me, that would be... the ultimate happiness in the world!"

Nan Zhiyu was so frightened by his words that she stepped back repeatedly, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

"My cousin used to be plain-looking, but her figure is really charming. As long as my cousin is willing, I will ask my mother to go to the Nan Mansion to propose marriage and marry you as a concubine."

Qi Che approached step by step, and seeing her shivering, his blood boiled. He thought about dragging her directly to a deserted place on the rockery and doing it.

"Cousin, this is in the palace, aren't you afraid of being punished?" Nan Zhiyu struggled to move her body backwards, and the veil on her face somehow loosened.

Her stunningly beautiful face was exposed to view, her dark brows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were filled with spring water, and she seemed to want to speak but hesitated.

The beauty that was difficult to describe in words left Qi Che dumbfounded and speechless.

Chai Hui showed up at an inopportune moment, raised his hand to help Nan Zhiyu up, and said respectfully: "Miss Nan, His Highness invites you."

Nan Zhiyu looked at him in disbelief, the color on her face visibly disappearing, "Little Eunuch Chai?!"

Nan Zhiyu was dragged to the front of the sedan chair. She took two steps back in fear and wanted to turn around and escape.

The young eunuchs standing in front of her knelt down in front of her, blocking her way of retreat.

Chai Hui didn't expect that this person would have this reaction when he was right in front of him.

The gentle breeze entangled the curtains, and the light veil half-covered the man's elegant and refined posture. Only an unquestionable voice came from the sedan chair: "Come here, don't force me to do it myself."

Nan Zhiyu entered the sedan chair, which was filled with the fragrance of the prince's dragon scales. She knelt on the felt carpet in the corner with her head bowed, saying nothing.

Wei Qingye looked down at the woman's slender, straight back and the graceful curve of her waist as she knelt.

"Miss Nan was quite good at speaking just now, wasn't she? How come when you were with me, your tongue was taken away by a cat?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's fingers tapped on the small coffee table intermittently, and the slight sound fell heavily on Nan Zhiyu's heart.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I did not mean that." Nan Zhiyu's voice trembled.

"Then I wonder what Miss Nan really means? You are really capable of meeting a man outside the palace. Aren't you afraid of losing your life?"

After hearing this, the thin body knelt and curled up even more, like a little animal that was forced harshly, and could not help but refute.

"I have not met with a stranger. He is Nan Zhaoxun's cousin Qi Che. According to etiquette, I should also call him cousin. I want to ask my cousin to bring some rare items to make my sister happy. Other than that, there is absolutely no private relationship.

Please understand, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Wei Qingye originally thought that she did it on purpose, but after hearing her conversation with that man, he gave up the idea. After all, no one would be like her, wanting to leave the palace and return home all day long.

The obedient cat confessed all the truth, except for her intention to leave the palace.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gently lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look up. Her slender body became even more tense, but no one could get a glimpse of her scenery.

"Miss Nan, do you think you will get what you want after following the Prime Minister's wife back to the mansion? Can a little concubine who is not valued escape the tactics of that playboy cousin, or have the ability to escape the control of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

In such an ambiguous posture, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked at her without any lustful thoughts and calmly analyzed her situation for her.

The more Nan Zhiyu listened, the sadder she became. She tilted her head slightly without leaving a trace, and the warm tears from the corners of her eyes dripped into her large palm. The Crown Prince's calm eyes suddenly turned into a stormy one, which made her heart tremble, and she dared not make any other movements.

"Your humble servant, your humble servant cannot." Her thin voice could not hide her grievance. Her eyes were filled with tears, making people feel pity for her for no reason.

"Please help me, Your Highness. I will never dare to do it again." Nan Zhiyu looked up at him pitifully, and timidly reached out to grab his sleeve and shook it twice, causing the silver butterfly and pearl tassel hairpin in her black hair to sway.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince withdrew his hand, and gently rubbed his index finger and thumb, "Miss Nan, if you want me to help you, you will have to pay a price."

Nan Zhiyu's scallion-white fingers tentatively fell on his palm, like a naughty cat quietly stretching out its claws to test its master, "Your Highness, please teach me."

The sedan chair outside landed, and Chai Hui saw His Highness personally carrying the person into Chengqian Hall, his eyes widened in surprise.

Chengqian Hall is where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince lives, and so far no concubine has had the honor of setting foot here.

He waved his hand with a serious expression, and a group of palace maids and eunuchs came in one after another, holding various toiletries. No one dared to make any noise during the whole process, let alone peek.

When Chai Hui saw that everything was packed up, he quickly waved his hand to let them leave, closed the door himself, and stood not far outside waiting.

After the room quieted down, Nan Zhiyu stood beside the table somewhat bewildered. She was not quite used to the strange environment and subconsciously looked in the direction of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"Come and serve me." A cold voice came from her ears.

Nan Zhiyu's body froze, and she looked up blankly at the man in front of her who was much taller than her. She saw him spread his arms and look up at her, wanting her to take some action.

Nan Zhiyu's cheeks were burning hot, and she helped to undress with clumsy movements, but after a long time she failed to untie the gold-inlaid green cypress jade leather belt.

Her attention was completely focused on the waist belt, and she didn't notice the Crown Prince's increasingly deep eyes and tense body.

Wei Qingye lowered his eyes to look at the beads of sweat oozing out of Furong's face. He pulled his waist very seriously and couldn't help but chuckled, "Miss Nan, you are really stupid!"

Nan Zhiyu bit her lip, her eyes misty, "I can learn it."

That gentle face was full of teasing, "I'm afraid Miss Nan will be captured and taken back to be a concubine before she learns it."

His knuckle-marked fingers covered her hand, but with the slightest movement, the belt fell lightly to the ground.

Nan Zhiyu looked up in astonishment and murmured, "Your Highness..."

Today is Thursday, tomorrow is Friday, and I can rest soon. It would be even happier if there were some cute little cool kid reading my book.