Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Chapter 141 The Eldest Princess: This...this is not a skirt!

The last rays of the setting sun gradually faded.

In the twilight, the lotus flowers of Yefangbang were reduced to blurry shadows.

Wu Feng released Li Yunrui, and Chunmei shouted towards the bow of the boat, "Start the boat!"

The official boat slowly sailed away from the lotus pond and continued westward along the Shantang River.

The lights on both sides of the strait began to illuminate.

One lamp, two lamps, more and more, until they merged into one, casting shimmering light and shadow on the river.

There were also more pleasure boats.

The sounds of string and wind instruments drifted from those painted boats, mingling with the sound of water, and dissipating into the night.

But those pleasure boats were all far away, and no one dared to approach the princess's official boat.

Li Yunrui leaned against the railing, gazing absently at the lights on both banks of the river.

She was wearing that dark casual dress, and the night wind blew her hair up, brushing against her cheeks.

Her slightly protruding belly was faintly visible under her clothes, yet it did not diminish her elegance in the slightest.

Wu Feng lay on the soft couch, watching the figure by the railing.

In the lamplight, her profile looked very gentle.

That gentleness wasn't the usual tender smile, nor was it a morbid excitement; rather, it was a kind of pure tranquility.

This was the first time he had ever seen her like this.

Li Yunrui turned around and met his gaze.

She didn't speak, but looked at him for a few moments, then turned and walked to the soft couch, lay down on her side with her back to him, and snuggled into his arms.

Then she took his hand and placed it on her slightly protruding belly.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment.

Upon seeing this, Chunmei lowered all the curtains on the side of the boat.

Only the dim candlelight remained around.

Wu Feng gently embraced her, his palm pressed against her warm lower abdomen.

"Your Highness," he said softly, "with me here, there is nothing to worry about."

Li Yunrui remained silent.

She leaned back, embedding herself even deeper into his embrace.

After a few breaths, she spoke, her voice soft and tinged with shyness.

"Xiao Wuzi—you—you share some—"

Wu Feng felt somewhat helpless.

He moved his hand down a little.

"Will this work?"

Li Yunrui hummed in agreement and then remained silent.

The cabin fell silent.

Only the sound of water beneath the boat and the faint strains of string and wind instruments drifting from afar could be heard.

It's past midnight.

The official boat docked at the pier on the southern slope of Tiger Hill.

Wu Feng helped Li Yunrui to the railing.

Tiger Hill at night seems to have shed its daytime heat and become cooler.

Lights were lit on the mountain, stretching from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top.

The outline of Tiger Hill Pagoda is clearly visible in the night sky, with a string of lanterns hanging from its body, like a glowing chain.

There were also lights on the other side of the Sword Pool, reflected in the water, shimmering in the sunlight.

Lights were also lit on the stones in the Thousand People Forest, casting a hazy glow.

The dock was bustling with activity.

Talented men and beautiful women strolled leisurely in groups of three or five on the street.

Vendors selling snacks, fans, and cosmetics called out their wares in a constant stream.

The liveliest spot was a lantern riddle stall, which was surrounded by a large crowd, with cheers erupting from time to time.

"Compared to the banks of the Ryukyu River in Kyoto," Li Yunrui said softly, gazing in that direction, "this place has a more refined and leisurely charm."

Wu Feng stood beside her, gently supporting her waist: "Suzhou does indeed have a unique charm."

Li Yunrui shook his head: "It's a pity that this is not the center of power in the Qing Kingdom. We will eventually have to return to the capital."

Center of power —

Wu Feng thought for a moment and said softly, "Actually, Yingtian Prefecture is not bad either, and it's close to Suzhou."

Li Yunrui turned her head to look at him, her eyes looking somewhat strange.

Is this guy planning to force her to move the capital after she ascends the throne?

Wu Feng felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze.

He pointed towards the dock: "Ahem—Your Highness, look, there seems to be a riddle-guessing activity over there, it looks quite lively."

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Li Yunrui didn't look over there.

She continued to look at him, her eyes shining in the night.

"Little Wuzi," her voice suddenly became soft and seductive, drawn out in a sickly tone, "you still haven't explained to me what kind of skirt the stepmother skirt we were talking about this afternoon is."

Wu Feng looked at her.

In the lamplight, that face glowed with a luminous sheen, its eyes slightly upturned at the corners, and its lips full and luscious.

He reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Does Your Highness really want to know now?"

Li Yunrui leaned closer to him, her warm breath brushing against his face, her voice soft and seductive to the extreme: "I want it—".

Wu Feng lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Actually, I've already prepared everything for Your Highness. It's in the room inside the cabin."

Li Yunrui was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, a sickly smile appeared on her beautiful face.

[Ding~ Mood value +500!]

She raised her hand and tapped his chest with her fingertip: "Little Wuzi—this was all premeditated—"

Wu Feng put his arm around her and walked into the cabin.

The room inside the cabin.

The candlelight flickered, casting swaying shadows on the wall.

Li Yunrui stood by the bed, looking at the dress on the couch, her cheeks instantly burning.

It was a light purple dress that was about knee-length.

The halter neck design features a deep V-neck, almost completely exposing the back, with side slits extending all the way up to the hips.

The fabric was a light, thin silk that shimmered softly in the candlelight.

Li Yunrui's breathing became rapid.

"This—is this a dress?" Her voice trembled, her face filled with disbelief.

Wu Feng walked over and picked up the skirt.

The halter neck straps dangled down, the V-neck was very low, and the back cover was barely covered, with only a slit—

"Your Highness," he looked at her, "would you like to give it a try?"

Li Yunrui glared at him, but her voice had softened: "How dare you! How could I wear such—such revealing and vulgar clothes—"

Wu Feng remained silent.

He just looked at her, holding the dress in his hand.

A few breaths later.

The scene changes.

Li Yunrui had already changed into that light purple halter-neck dress.

The slightly tight design accentuated her voluptuous figure.

Her curvaceous figure, accentuated by the candlelight, revealed alluring curves, and beneath the V-neck, her fair skin shone with a luminous glow.

The bare skin on her back was faintly visible in the lamplight, and the slit on the side went all the way up to her thigh, revealing her long, slender legs as she walked.

Her naturally elegant demeanor, combined with this dress, made her look stunning yet tasteful, so sexy that it was impossible to look away.

Li Yunrui stood in front of the glass mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, her cheeks burning red.

"No—no, I can't," her voice trembled, "I feel—this isn't a dress—"

She reached out to take it off.

Wu Feng walked over and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

[Ding~ Mood value +1000!]

"You—you release me—"

Li Yunrui went limp the moment he hugged her like that.

[Ding~ Mood value +1200!]

Wu Feng lowered his head, pressed his lips to her warm nape, and gently kissed her.

The rich fragrance filled his nostrils, making him feel a little dizzy.

"Your Highness," he said in a low voice, "you said today that you would give me a reward—"

"Ugh————"

Li Yunrui let out a long, low moan.

She tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, her alluring eyes shimmering with moisture, her whole being immersed in a morbid excitement.

He was still verbally refusing: "Now—not now—go back—um—"

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed with a kiss.

At that moment, the official boat suddenly rocked slightly.

The ship slowly departed from the South Bank dock and began its return journey.

The lights on both banks blend together, casting shimmering shadows on the Shantang River.

The sounds of string and wind instruments drifted from afar, mingling with the sound of water, and dissipated into the night.

The wind was a bit strong at night.

The wind caused the official boat to sway occasionally.

The candlelight inside the cabin flickered, casting shifting shadows on the curtains.

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