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

Chapter 117: Change to the Most Expensive
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's hand fell on her slender waist, and he stared at her with half-closed eyes.

Nan Zhiyu suddenly felt itchy in her heart. She wanted to see the prince's aroused and confused state, so she acted according to what was written in the book.

The prince pinched her waist, lowered his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "My dear girl, how can you be so bold?"

Nan Zhiyu didn't expect that he was actually talking about the little scholar. Your Highness, that's enough!
"Little scholar, you have delicate skin and tender flesh, and you would be perfect as a vase at home." If she finished this sentence herself, she would have countless notebooks for school exams in the future, and she would never open her mouth to continue.

The white fingertips lightly lifted his chin, and the fingers gently stroked the red neck.

Nan Zhiyu was in a playful mood and did not notice the changes in the Crown Prince's eyes. She stared at the tip of his red ear with her glazed eyes and kissed it lightly.

Wei Qingye raised his hand and pinched her chin, kissing her hard. Nan Zhiyu seemed to have lost all her bones, hanging limply on him.

Under the dim light, the half-person-high bronze mirror reflected the entangled figures of the two people.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince hugged her from behind and let her look at the charming expression in the mirror.

"Your Highness..." Nan Zhiyu hid in the prince's arms out of shame, not daring to look at herself in the mirror again.

The prince stared at the bronze mirror, looking at the poor little girl shivering under his long sleeves. His big hand gently brushed across her trembling shoulder blades, "She is so beautiful."

The next day, the sky was clear and it was also the court's holiday, so there was no need to rush to attend the court meeting.

Chai Hui had been guarding outside the whole night, so he naturally knew how serious the commotion was in the palace last night.

Therefore, he would never dare to enter unless summoned, for fear of bringing bad luck to His Highness.

Chai Hui yawned and dozed off against the door frame.

After half an hour, there was some movement from inside.

Chai Hui stood up straight suddenly and tried to push the door open, but he heard a voice from inside: "Get out—"

Chai Hui quickly closed the crack in the door, turned around and waved to the servants waiting to serve him, "Didn't you hear me? Why don't you get out of here?"

In the inner hall, after His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had dressed, he found the small porcelain bottle that the imperial physician had prescribed yesterday from his dressing table and walked towards the bed.

On the inside of the bed, Nan Zhiyu was awake, but too sleepy to open her eyes.

Last night, His Highness was very annoying. Whenever she was about to faint from exhaustion, His Highness would always find a way to stimulate her and keep her awake and indulge in him.

Hearing footsteps at this time, Nan Zhiyu couldn't help but secretly move inwards while lying in bed. Seeing his refreshed appearance, she was furious, "A beast in human clothing!"

If she continues to be so unrestrained, she may not live for many years.

Furong's face was pale with a hint of pink, and her slightly swollen lips were somewhat lewd, "You scumbag!"

Wei Qingye listened to her repeating these few words over and over again. Her seemingly ferocious expression could not scare anyone who wanted to get close to her. "Be good, the wound on your arm needs medicine."

Nan Zhiyu was worried that the wound would leave a scar, so she reluctantly stretched out her hand, "Your Highness, please be gentle, I am afraid of pain."

After His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had bandaged her, he looked up and saw the little girl snuggling up in the quilt, sleeping soundly.

Thinking of her intermittent accusations last night, the prince could not bear to disturb her and simply let her go for once.

Lying on the couch, sleeping with her, wasting time.

By noon, Nan Zhiyu still showed no signs of waking up, so the prince ordered someone to bring her food.

He pulled Nan Zhiyu out of her bed and coaxed her softly, "Zhizhi, be good. Have lunch before you go back to sleep."

Nan Zhiyu was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes. When she heard someone quarreling in her ear, she frowned slightly and slapped the person.

Chai Hui, Lian Yue and the others saw Yue Liang Di impatiently slapping His Highness, but His Highness was not angry at all? !

Finally, the half-asleep Nan Zhiyu was held in the prince's arms, and he coaxed her to eat spoonful by spoonful, without any impatience on his face. "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep~~" Nan Zhiyu whined, trying to escape from the prince's arms.

Wei Qingye scooped another spoonful of glutinous rice porridge and brought it to her mouth, "Zhizhi, be good, have another bite."

Qingdai couldn't help but feel a little emotional. This porridge was made with the broth made from ginseng and old hens, which was boiled all night and then simmered over low heat for an hour.

Nan Zhiyu reluctantly took another sip, turned around, pulled the quilt to her head, and covered herself completely.

Wei Qingye couldn't do anything with her, so he pulled off the quilt and covered her with it, then signaled everyone to leave.

In the afternoon, the prince was hurriedly called to the imperial study. Before leaving, he instructed Lianyue and Qingdai to take good care of people.

Nan Zhiyu slept until the evening before she slowly opened her eyes. After being served by Qingdai and others and having some meals, she felt like she was alive again.

"My lady, do you want me to dress you up?" Lian Yue asked in a low voice.

Nan Zhiyu's cheeks flushed red as if someone had hit her sore spot. She raised her hand and pointed at the dressing table and said unhappily, "Go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and ask someone to replace it for me. I want the most expensive one."

Qing Dai asked in confusion: "Young Master, why did you suddenly think of changing your dressing table?
Don’t you think this dressing table is very easy to use?”

Nan Zhiyu was in deep pain, and gnashed her teeth as she said, "I am a person who likes new things and hates old things. Is it not possible for me to change to a new one?"

It’s all the Crown Prince’s fault. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be so embarrassed.

Qingdai wanted to say something but was stopped by Lianyue.

Coincidentally, before the people from Jiangyunxuan went to run errands to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Xiao Dezi brought people to deliver a huanghuali wood dressing table. There were auspicious cloud patterns on the panels and a double lotus carved in hollow on it.

Nan Zhiyu looked at him coldly without saying anything.

How could Xiao Dezi dare to go back and report like this? He ran to Nan Zhiyu with a smile on his face and said, "Dear Yue Liangdi, do you think this dressing table is to your liking?"

Nan Zhiyu nodded perfunctorily.

Xiao Dezi felt something was wrong and asked again cautiously.

Nan Zhiyu then said, "I want the most expensive and best-looking one. Does this count as one?"

Xiao Dezi was entangled and said, "This dressing table is pretty. If we just talk about the material, it's definitely not the most expensive."

Nan Zhiyu snorted coldly, "If that's the case, then just have someone carry him back."

How could Xiao Dezi dare to disobey? With a bitter face, he ordered people to take the dressing table away intact.

Nan Zhiyu finally felt relieved.

"My lady, is there something wrong with the dressing table?" Qiu Cui asked curiously with her eyes wide open.

Nan Zhiyu shook her head with a lack of interest and said, "There is no problem at all, it's just not what I want."

Qiu Cui didn't understand, so she turned to look at Qingdai, and Qingdai also shook her head.

The two of them turned around and looked at Lian Yue. Although Lian Yue knew everything, was she able to tell others about such things?

Lian Yue shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand either.

Qingdai suddenly remembered that the prince stayed here last night. Could it be that the matter of changing the dressing table has something to do with the prince?

Qingdai thought about it for a while but couldn't figure it out, so she gave up decisively.

　The previous picture is in the dark room. You can only see it when it is released. Don’t be anxious, my dears.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)