Jiaojiao is getting married, and the male leads fall for her and fight over her.

Chapter 25 Prince Pei dragged her to the edge of the bed...

Xia Nianchu watched the old lady walk away, but she herself did not want to leave the west wing.

My cousin, the Crown Prince, used to be very particular about rules, so why did he choose to stay?

Shen Shuyi lives in the west wing. If Old Madam Pei leaves, and she leaves as well, then the young master and Shen Shuyi, this infatuated woman, will be alone in the same room.
If this gets out, it will definitely damage the reputation of the Crown Prince's cousin.

Looking at Shen Shuyi's pale face, Xia Nianchu made a plan in her mind.

She gently took Shen Shuyi's slightly cool hand and said softly, "Cousin Shen, you don't look well. How about I stay and take care of you?"

After saying that, a warm smile, like a spring breeze, appeared on his lips, and his eyes were filled with sincere concern.

Shen Shuyi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then grasped Xia Nianchu's hand in return, looking weak yet moved: "Cousin Nianchu is so considerate, I don't know what to say. With you taking care of me, I'm afraid my illness will heal faster."

So, could Prince Pei please spare this sickly girl for now?
A-Jian had also woken up earlier and was a little confused by the scene.

Just then, Pei Dongzhou looked at her and said, "A-Jian, see Cousin Xia out."

A-Jian subconsciously agreed, but then realized something was amiss. She was clearly a maidservant serving the young lady, so why was she being ordered around by the young master?
But the young master is also the master of the Marquis's mansion, and he will inherit the title in the future. She does have to obey the young master's orders.

Hesitating for a moment, she walked up to Xia Nianchu, only to see her own daughter winking at her.

She was caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do.

“My cousin, the Crown Prince, is a man destined for great things. How could he waste his precious time taking care of someone as insignificant as me?” Shen Shuyi still tried to make a last-ditch effort.

“My cousin Shen is the person my grandmother values ​​most, so naturally I should value her too. I don’t feel comfortable leaving her in the care of others.”

Pei Dongzhou had a faint smile on his lips as his gentle gaze fell on A-Jian: "A-Jian, see the guest out."

His voice was calm and unhurried, yet it sent a chill down A-Jian's spine.

Even though the young master's eyes were as gentle as ever, and even the curve of his lips was just right, it inexplicably reminded people of a blade covered with a thin layer of snow in winter—seemingly harmless, but with hidden sharpness.

A-Jian bowed her head in agreement, her fingertips trembling involuntarily.

"This servant will escort Miss Biao out."

Xia Nianchu's slender fingers clenched so tightly they turned white, her nails almost digging into her palms.

She stood rooted to the spot, her pink lips pressed tightly together, her eyes filled with resentment.

At this moment, Pei Dongzhou's gaze swept over them indifferently. He smiled slightly and said in a calm and unhurried voice, "What, do you want me to personally see my cousin off?"

Although the tone was smiling, it conveyed an undeniable sense of authority.

Left with no other choice, Xia Nianchu left the west wing.

For a moment, only Pei Dongzhou and Shen Shuyi remained in the room.

Shen Shuyi hoped that A-Jian would come back soon, so that she wouldn't have to face Prince Pei alone. She kept glancing at the door, never before had time seemed to drag on so slowly.

After hurriedly seeing Miss Xia off, A-Jian rushed back without delay.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped onto the stairs, before one foot even crossed the threshold, when she heard the young master's cold voice from inside the house: "A-Jian, close the door."

The man's voice was calm and unhurried, yet carried an undeniable authority: "I have some private words to say to your daughter."

A-Jian's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked at her mistress. She saw her mistress looking at her with those beautiful, wet eyes, her gaze filled with pleading and helplessness.

A-Jian was caught in a dilemma, her fingers tightly twisting the hem of her clothes—she couldn't bear to leave the young lady alone to face the young master's oppressive power, but she also didn't have the courage to disobey the young master's orders.

Just as she hesitated, Pei Dongzhou's gaze swept over her like a cold blade: "What, do you want me to personally escort you out?"

The man's voice remained calm, yet it caused a thin layer of sweat to break out on A-Jian's back.

How could she dare to delay even a moment longer?

She quickly left, instinctively closing the door behind her, all in one fluid motion.

Hearing the door close, Shen Shuyi immediately gripped the blanket tightly. That wretched Jian, is Pei Dongzhou really that terrifying? Just dumping her like that on Prince Pei, isn't he afraid she, his mistress, will be devoured alive?

She remembered Xia Nianchu's style and decided to try it out on the spot.

The next moment, she burrowed into the brocade quilt like a startled rabbit, only her wet eyes showing. Her voice, muffled by the quilt, carried a hint of grievance: "If word gets out that my cousin, the young master, is alone with me in a room like this, my reputation will be tarnished..."

When she met Pei Dongzhou's ambiguous smile, she quickly shrank further into the blankets.

The next moment, the brocade quilt wrapped around her was roughly pulled off by the man, and a cool breeze rushed in, carrying with it the scent of incense that clung to the man's clothes.

She screamed, pretending to be frightened and trying to hide, but Prince Pei stepped forward and dragged her to the edge of the bed.

The man's long, slender fingers lifted her chin irresistibly, forcing her to look directly at him.

His eyes were deep and dark, a mocking smile playing on his lips, his voice low and seductive: "Then... how about cousin taking responsibility for cousin?"

The man's warm breath was close at hand, carrying an undeniable force.

Shen Shuyi cursed a bunch of three-character curses in her heart, feeling that she was doomed.

Does Prince Pei believe that she kissed him while he was unconscious, and is therefore punishing her in this way?
This female lead role is hard to fake; she felt that physical violence would be more effective. But she couldn't let Prince Pei hate her to the extreme, so she decided to endure it.

"I know my own worth. My cousin, the young master, is of noble status. How could an orphan like me possibly be worthy of him? Don't worry, cousin, I will never tell anyone about what happened today." As Shen Shuyi spoke, she tried to move Pei Dongzhou's unruly hand away.

Pei Dongzhou ran his long, slender fingers over the tiny scar on his thin lips, his eyes suddenly sharpening.

He no longer concealed his intentions, approaching Shen Shuyi directly, his voice low and dangerous: "This wound..."

Seeing Shen Shuyi swallow hard, he pressed her, "Is this your cousin's handiwork?"

He thought he had just had a wonderful erotic dream, and even though the soft touch in the dream felt so real, he still thought it was just a dream.

Looking at Shen Shuyi's full, delicate lips, Pei Dongzhou's eyes darkened—perhaps it wasn't a dream at all, but rather a good deed done by this seemingly harmless cousin Shen while he was unconscious.

Otherwise, how do you explain why he would suddenly faint in the west wing when he was perfectly fine?

If Shen Shuyi hadn't attacked his lips, how could he explain the inexplicable wound on his lips, and how could he still remember so many details of his dream after waking up?

This woman has a long criminal record; she's absolutely capable of such a despicable act.

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