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

Chapter 164

Nan Zhiyu sat on the beauty couch with the well-behaved Snowball in her arms, leisurely looking at the latest sketchbook sent by Mu Chang.

Wei Qingye walked in, saw the little girl's lazy posture, hugged her from behind, and put his chin on her shoulder, "Zhizhi, what are you looking at so engrossed that you didn't even know I'm back?"

Nan Zhiyu was very familiar with the Crown Prince's clingy nature. She loosened her grip on Snowball, and Snowball jumped to the ground, away from the man who was spreading his peacock feathers, to avoid being accidentally injured.

Nan Zhiyu glanced at him sideways, and somehow, she heard a hint of grievance in his words.

"Why does Your Highness say that?" Nan Zhiyu had already noticed the Crown Prince's thoughts. There was no need to express what was hidden in those phoenix eyes.

Wei Qingye rubbed his head against the side of her neck, and the distance between them became smaller and smaller.

"Zhizhi, your father and your brother have now returned to Jingzhou City. Are you going to go back to the Shen Mansion with them and leave me alone?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince lowered his eyes and pursed his thin lips, giving the illusion of being quite cautious.

Nan Zhiyu grabbed his hand and said, "As long as Your Highness does not abandon me, Zhizhi will never ignore you.

They are just strangers to me now, and there is no comparison between them and Your Highness."

Nan Zhiyu's simple words calmed the Crown Prince's anxious mood.

"Zhizhi, it was my fault the other day. I failed to control myself and almost hurt you.

I am willing to make amends now and apply the medicine to you. I guarantee that the marks on your body will be gone soon."

Wei Qingye spoke seriously, his hand already reaching for the medicine bottle on the coffee table.

"With the two maids Lianyue and Qingdai serving me, there is no need for you, Your Highness, to do it yourself, so as to avoid incurring new injuries before my old ones are fully healed."

The Crown Prince lay on Nan Zhiyu's legs and said coquettishly, "When I rub your waist, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"How can waist massage and medicine application be the same thing?" Nan Zhiyu refused to give in, "Your Highness should not abuse my body."

Instead of getting up, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince held her waist tighter, his voice clear and youthful, "I am not trying to scare you here. The marks on your body can be rubbed away with a special Yurong ointment and the corresponding techniques. It is most effective in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."

Nan Zhiyu didn't buy his nonsense at all. She listened carefully to the Crown Prince's nonsense and felt a little bit of evil amusement in her heart.

She pretended to be hesitant, secretly glanced at the Crown Prince, and asked softly, "Is this really the case?"

The prince lied without blinking, "I am the crown prince of the East Palace, the heir apparent of a country, so my words are of course binding."

Nan Zhiyu curled the corners of her mouth and said something like "a few hammers", which was basically like trying to fool a three-year-old child.

"Well, if the mark doesn't disappear, I will settle the score with you." Nan Zhiyu's delicate and pretty face showed some reluctance.

After getting consent, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince directly pulled the belt of the waist belt.

Without the restraint of the waist belt, the clothes instantly loosened up, and the scarlet dress underneath was vaguely visible.

Nan Zhiyu's eyes were so hot that he suppressed his secret joy and threw the obstructing waist belt on the carpet seriously, just covering the sleeping Snowball. "Look at your expression now, Your Highness, is it true that you want to give me medicine and seek benefits for yourself?" Nan Zhiyu hid back, her white fingertips covering her clothes, looking at him with a smile.

Wei Qingye turned over and half-knelt on the beauty couch. He leaned over and tried to touch Nan Zhiyu's face with his hand, but she put a finger on her forehead, stopping his movement. "Hmm?"

"I believe that Your Highness is the kind of person who can remain calm even when a woman's sensual pleasure is in his grasp. He must just want to apply medicine on me so that I can get better soon." Nan Zhiyu said as she hooked his chin with her finger with evil intent, with ripples in her glazed eyes.

"Of course, your body is so isolated that no one else can touch it." Wei Qingye said, shaking the ointment in his hand, "So, can we start now?"

Nan Zhiyu let go of his hand and smiled at him. "Then... thank you for your hard work, Your Highness."

Wei Qingye looked at the beautiful scenery before him and instantly overestimated his self-control.

The crimson dress made Nan Zhiyu look like a blooming peony, and the twin lotus embroidered on her chest could barely cover up her infinite beauty.

Wei Qingye raised his eyebrows frivolously, pinched her jaw and whispered: "Zhizhi, you will regret it."

Compared to Wei Qingye's tense appearance, Nan Zhiyu was fearless and was not afraid of his threats. She poked his hand that was pinching her chin with her soft fingers and said, "Your Highness, don't forget the imperial physician's advice."

Wei Qingye's eyes were deep and his beautiful bones made him look even more imposing at the moment. If one looked closely, one could see that his eyes were red.

"Zhizhi did it on purpose, so what?" Her moist, plump red lips were close to his ears, and her cute voice sounded with a hint of provocation.

"Zhizhi, don't go too far, otherwise you will be the one crying in the end."

Nan Zhiyu ignored the Crown Prince's gnashing warnings.

She quickly kissed him on his thin lips, "Don't you want to apply medicine, Your Highness?"

The momentary tenderness from the lips made Wei Qingye's gaze difficult to move away from the crimson color.

Being stared at by the Crown Prince's murderous gaze, Nan Zhiyu's smile became brighter and brighter. She reached out and poked the back of Wei Qingye's hand, "Your Highness, why don't you start applying the medicine yet?"

She imitated the actions of the Crown Prince in the past, raised her eyebrows and looked at him seductively, "What are you thinking about, Your Highness?"

Looking at Wei Qingye's gradually red neck and cheeks, she finally understood why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince liked to tease her so much. It turned out to be such a soul-stirring feeling!

Wei Qingye stood up helplessly and carried her to the couch, covering her with a blanket. "You haven't recovered from your cold yet, and you're acting like a fool on the couch in your dishevel. Aren't you afraid that your condition will get worse again?"

Nan Zhiyu was covered with a quilt. She slowly stretched out her fair calves and rubbed the Crown Prince's legs intentionally or unintentionally.

"How can you apply medicine to me properly when I'm in this condition?" Nan Zhiyu asked innocently.

The prince said nothing, just looked at her.

Seeing that he was serious, Nan Zhiyu also lay down obediently, feeling the perfect force on her back. The ointment became moist at first, and then the dull pain in the wound was relieved with the massaging action.

The faint scent of incense in the hall drifted into her nose. The prince's body was close to hers, and even the aches and pains in her body were relieved. Nan Zhiyu's already tired mind became groggy and she gradually fell into a deep sleep.