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

Chapter 9 Please, Your Highness

The overly long clothes looked a little empty on Nan Zhiyu. Although they had no aesthetic appeal at all, they carried a kind of silent tenderness and extreme charm, invisibly revealing an indescribable ambiguity.

She walked over cautiously, and before she got close, he grabbed her waist and held her in his arms.

Wei Qingye carefully measured the size of her waist, causing Nan Zhiyu to feel weak all over. She looked at him timidly with eyes covered with tea mist, "Your Highness..."

These three words caused Wei Qingye to pinch her waist with more force.

His fingers slid down her slender neck and landed on the inconspicuous mole on her collarbone. He lifted her collar and found that the person in his arms was trembling all over.

In an instant, the bewitching hot aura on Wei Qingye disappeared without a trace.

He immediately let go of her hand and looked at her with a half-smile, "Miss Nan, are you unwilling?"

Nan Zhiyu's clothes were disheveled, and her delicate skin was faintly visible with the inhalation and exhalation of her disordered breath, and it was so white and charming.

At this moment, she was sitting on his lap, her white jade-like fingertips randomly tugging at the cloth around her waist. The remaining fear in her eyes had not yet dissipated. She bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, "I dare not."

Wei Qingye leaned back in his chair, ignoring the reluctance in her eyes, and raised his hand to place it on her red lips.

Nan Zhiyu was so frightened that she dared not move, and looked much more obedient than before.

His eyebrows were frivolous, and his fingers slowly moved down, stroking the small mole between her collarbones until the skin turned red. He then removed his hand, "If Miss Nan comes to see me next time, it won't be as simple as it is now!"

Nan Zhiyu lowered her head and slowly climbed off him, lowering her head to tidy up her clothes, but her mind was full of thoughts.

As expected, he is worthy of being the crown prince of Southern Qin. He was overwhelmed with emotions just now, but he was able to extricate himself in an instant.

The eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling made it hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, which was completely different from his appearance just now.

She knew that she was just a temporary whim of the Crown Prince.

"Miss Nan, are you regretting this?" Wei Qingye took a sip of the cold tea, and seeing the person still standing there stupidly, he raised his eyelids and looked over.

Nan Zhiyu's eyes were a little evasive, as if this could hide her little action of secretly staring at people, "Thank you, Your Highness, for taking me in and saving me from the wind and rain."

Wei Qingye sneered, playing with a green jade buckle in his hand, with the red string still attached.

Nan Zhiyu's eyes widened, and after much hesitation, she asked, "I wonder if Your Highness has ever seen a jade button with a pattern of two fish playing in the water carved on it?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Nan Zhiyu explained, "This is the only relic left to me by my late aunt. I beg Your Highness to return this jade buckle to me."

Seeing that the man did not make any move, Nan Zhiyu's eyes were slightly red, and she knelt down and begged: "Your Highness's kindness, I will remember it in my heart."

The grace and honor of the palace all depend on His Highness. She has no noble birth, no reliable maternal family or brother to rely on, and all she has is such a touching face, so she must work hard to win the sympathy of His Highness.

Only in this way can she secretly maintain a glimmer of hope in the treacherous struggles in the East Palace.

Wei Qingye looked at the sadness in her eyes and was somewhat moved, but he was unwilling to return the things. "Miss Nan, do you still remember what I just said?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Nan Zhiyu quickly grasped the hint in the Crown Prince's words. It turned out that the Crown Prince was not as calm as she looked.

The man who had just been rejected would certainly not do anything to her again, but he was tempting her step by step, trying to make her compromise first.

"Remember." Nan Zhiyu was like a cat with nowhere to escape, obediently moving forward for the delicious food. She lowered her eyes, and her slender fingertips gently hooked the red rope and shook it twice, and her tone softened, "Please, Your Highness?!"

As the woman moved, the hand holding the red string at the other end also shook...

When Nan Zhiyu came out of the side hall of Yi Qiu Palace, Qingdai was standing outside with an umbrella, looking forward to it. When she saw her figure, she hurried over to greet her.

"Girl, let's go back quickly." Qingdai held an umbrella for her, and the two of them returned to the ear room hand in hand.

Qing Dai carefully looked at the umbrella in her hand and asked in confusion: "Girl, this doesn't seem to be the umbrella I originally gave you?"

Nan Zhiyu paused while wiping her hair with the cotton towel, recalling that she was in such a hurry when leaving the houseboat that she seemed to have taken the wrong thing.

"Oh, maybe you remembered it wrongly."

"The girl didn't wear this dress when she went out this morning. Could it be that she changed in the side hall?"

"Yeah." Nan Zhiyu responded randomly.

Seeing her blushing cheeks, Qingdai was frightened and hurriedly touched her forehead with her hand, "Miss, you don't have a fever, why is your face so red?

I will go and make a bowl of ginger soup for you to drive away the cold."

Nan Zhiyu lay on the bed and took out a jade pendant of high quality from her sleeve. The jade was smooth and lustrous, with two sides carved into winding patterns, surrounded by flowing and flying cloud patterns. It felt warm to the touch, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.

What was the Crown Prince's intention in exchanging such a jade pendant for her green jade buckle?
The next morning, Nan Zhiyu was sitting in front of the dressing table drawing her eyebrows and putting on makeup when she heard Qingdai's hurried footsteps and the sound of a beaded curtain being lifted.

"Miss, Empress Zhaoxun suddenly sent someone to summon you and asked you to have dinner in the side hall." Qingdai's face was pale and she looked a little unwell.

Nan Zhiyu slowly stood up from her chair and patted the back of her hand soothingly, "I just asked you to go over for dinner, don't worry."

As a result, Nan Zhiyu was wrong this time.

Chunhua was sent back by the servants of Chongming Palace on the pretext of something. Nan Zhaoxun was furious and naturally would not let her go. He specially ordered people to make her kneel on a special soft cushion all night.

Chunhua died from the torture, and Nan Zhaoxun specially asked the servants in the palace to go and watch.

A night passed, and Chunhua, who had died, had bloodshot eyes, half of her tongue vaguely visible in her open mouth, and her knees were a bloody mess.

The palace maids who went to watch couldn't help vomiting, and some even fainted on the ground out of fear.

Nan Zhiyu only took a glance from a distance, and she began to break out in cold sweats all over, and was filled with extreme fear in her heart.

Although she was not the real murderer of Chunhua's death, she also contributed a lot. The first time she faced Chunhua who was tortured to death, her heartbeat couldn't help but quicken.

Nan Zhaoxun walked out, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and he snorted coldly, "I have seen clearly all of you dog slaves, this is the fate of betraying your master!

If there are still people who have this idea, then let's see whether you are climbing higher or my means are more powerful."

The servants were already frightened, and with Nan Zhaoxun's threats, they knelt down and begged for mercy. Only Nan Zhiyu and Qingdai, the master and servant beside her, were left standing there abruptly.

She looked at Nan Zhaoxun who was standing on the steps. His condescending attitude made it seem as if those kneeling on the ground were a group of disgusting ants.

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　　I'm literally losing oxygen to my brain from writing so much!

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