I have suffered enough in my previous life, my cousin will never marry me

Chapter 213: Beast
"I have met His Highness."

Chunhong gave a curtsy and then quickly ran out to close the door.

Fu Mingchi gazed tenderly at the graceful figure by the window and walked over step by step.

“Wan’er seems to harbor a deep resentment towards me,” Fu Mingchi said, leaning on the windowsill, resting his chin on his hands, and looking at her with a half-smile.

Caught off guard by the sudden appearance of this person, Ye Wanshu felt a strange sense of panic.

"When did Your Highness return?" Deliberately avoiding his gaze, Ye Wanshu calmly picked up the teacup beside her and took a sip of tea.

Just as I was about to put the teacup back, my hand was gently pinched.

Fu Mingchi slowly leaned forward, his alluring lips unexpectedly pressing against her moist lips, and gently kissed her once.

"Will this lessen Wan'er's resentment towards me?" Fu Mingchi asked with a faint smile.

The sudden provocation left Ye Wanshu somewhat at a loss.

"Has he been brought back?" Ye Wanshu asked nervously, deliberately changing the subject.

"You really want to see him?" Fu Mingchi lightly leaped in, picked her up abruptly, and a hint of anger appeared in his dark eyes.

"I don't want to hear Wan'er mention him again."

Ye Wanshu hooked her arms around his neck, gazed at him quietly, and gently bit his lips, her icy breath hitting him.

"My lord is even jealous of him now?" she teased in a low voice.

Fu Mingchi placed her on the bed, stroking the calloused scars on her wrists, his eyes becoming incredibly deep and complex.

“I hate that he hurt my Wan’er so badly, yet he still claims to be deeply in love; I am angry that he has hurt my Wan’er time and time again, yet he is so irresponsible and keeps putting you in danger.”

"So I want him to suffer a fate worse than death for the rest of his life, to atone for the sins of those he killed." Just thinking about that bastard still fills Ye Wanshu with resentment.

Seeing him like this, Fu Mingchi felt especially sorry for him.

A gentle kiss landed on the corner of her eye, and Fu Mingchi said softly, "I'll do whatever Wan'er says."

Ye Wanshu smiled slightly, quickly moved to the side, then gently patted the empty space and hooked him to lie down next to her.

The two faced each other quietly. Looking into his slightly flickering eyes, Ye Wanshu spoke frankly: "Fu Mingchi, I heard that Ji Yunze saved the Dowager Consort and Yuezhou this time. A few days ago, when I entered the palace, His Majesty mentioned him and intended to summon him back to Lin'an. However, His Majesty still wants me to ask for your opinion."

"Him?" Fu Mingchi casually pinched her cheek and replied without blushing or skipping a beat, "I am looking forward to his return, but this scholar is particularly fond of Qizhou. Before leaving, he specially came to Huizhou and swore to defend Qizhou for the court, saying that he would not return to Lin'an until all the pirates were eliminated."

"It seems that Young Master Ji has truly made progress and has let go of his obsession." Ye Wanshu leaned against his chest with great satisfaction and said happily, "Fu Mingchi, His Majesty didn't have any selfish motives in keeping him here. The court is in dire need of talent right now, and His Majesty wanted to leave more capable people for you."

Fu Mingchi smiled faintly: "Wan'er is worried that I will harm him, isn't she?"

Ye Wanshu pursed her lips and shook her head.

After all, he was someone left behind by the emperor. If Fu Mingchi really harbored any intention to harm him, it would likely cause His Majesty to lose face and feel disheartened.

"Wan'er, don't worry. I've always been broad-minded and wouldn't stoop to the level of a mere scholar," Fu Mingchi said with a slight smile, enunciating each word clearly. "I will treat him well."

Hearing this, Ye Wanshu finally felt relieved.

For some unknown reason, after questioning Ji Yunze, she inexplicably started asking about Chu Yin, Mu Qingqing, and A Ni. She asked about almost everyone she knew, but didn't mention Fu Mingchi at all. This worried him greatly. Fu Mingchi gently pressed his index finger against her soft lips, his eyes filled with a hint of resentment: "Wan'er seems to have lost even the will to flirt with me today."

Ye Wanshu was taken aback. Looking at his burning gaze, she suddenly recalled the scene when they first met in Yuezhou.

Back then, I was really unrestrained in front of him, but now I'm much more restrained.

"Then, my courtesan sir," Ye Wanshu said, pressing against his chest with a wicked smile, "His Majesty is eager to see the future crown prince. I, the princess, am now ordered to sleep with you. Will you disobey the decree?"

Having not seen her so unserious in a long time, Fu Mingchi was a little unaccustomed to it. His body trembled slightly as he looked into her bright, clear eyes, which held a genuine affection he had never felt even in his sleep.

Although this version of Wan'er always made him feel helpless, as if he were being teased and flirted with, Fu Mingchi preferred her current state to the constant constraints and repression she experienced in the Gu family, where she could freely express her true nature.

His palms suddenly felt warm. Accommodating her, Fu Mingchi held her waist tightly and replied with a light smile, "Then, my princess, how many future crown princes do you plan to let His Majesty meet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and gazed at her tenderly.

"I"

Ye Wanshu felt a burning sensation at the base of her ears, and suddenly felt a little breathless with nervousness.

Having lived two lives, her biggest regret was not having her own child.

Her soft lips gently nibbled at his earlobe, her fingers silently kneading his hard, bulging chest. Ye Wanshu murmured softly, "Of course there can only be one crown prince, but I also want one to fight for you on all fronts, one to manage my household affairs, and preferably one to travel with us."

Fu Mingchi counted: "There must be at least four."

At this point, he frowned deeply: "I don't want my Wan'er to suffer like this."

Ye Wanshu hurriedly shook her head: "My courtesan husband is naturally handsome, of course we can't let such good blood go to waste."

Having said that, his fingers restlessly reached down.

“Wan’er, you…” Fu Mingchi was immediately stunned.

Having grown up in a royal mansion where self-discipline and propriety were valued, I thought I was bold enough. But I never expected Wan'er to be even more unrestrained. She really wasn't lying to me; she was indeed unlike any ordinary girl.

Faced with the sudden appearance of a ferocious beast, Fu Mingchi appeared somewhat weak, and his breathing became rapid.

"Wan'er, stop fooling around."

Before Fu Mingchi could speak, Ye Wanshu said, "The Emperor's will is hard to defy," and suddenly pulled down the curtain, then pounced on him fiercely.

After a long, deep kiss, the room felt warmer.

Outside, the snow was white and the wind was biting, but inside, the sun shone brightly, and the red curtains were thick with emotion, the feeling surging and hard to dispel.

Chunhong and Xingtao, who were waiting outside, secretly listened to the sounds inside the house for a while. After listening for half of it, they couldn't bear it any longer and quickly ran away with their faces flushed.

half an hour later

Inside the hazy gauze curtains, Ye Wanshu leaned weakly against the "cougar queen's" incredibly strong arm, suddenly regretting her impulsive actions.

Exhausted, I had just caught my breath when I suddenly heard a soft, tingling call in my ear.

"Again?"