With her delicate face and slender waist, the royal uncle lost control.

Upon seeing him, Wang Jun immediately cried out hoarsely, "Your Highness, save me!"

Qin Senyao was terrified, but he forced himself to remain calm and asked sternly, "Who are you? Why should I, this young master, save you?"

He quickly looked away, not daring to meet Wang Jun's gaze, and instead looked towards the bed.

A six-fold brocade screen blocked the view, and only through the silk gauze could one vaguely see figures moving inside.

Qin Jiuchen's tall figure was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Qin Senyao broke out in a cold sweat and knelt down with a thud: "Your son greets Father."

Qin Jiuchen did not respond from behind the screen.

Cold sweat trickled down Qin Senyao's forehead.

"stand up."

Qin Jiuchen finally spoke, but his voice was devoid of emotion.

Qin Senyao stood up tremblingly, head bowed: "Father, this thief..."

Qin Jiuchen snorted coldly, "You're quite clever today, coming to my room again and again."

Qin Senyao trembled with fright, lowering his head even further. "Your Majesty, I was worried about your safety and came to check on you again..."

His voice trembled, but he still forced himself to continue, "Just now, I was patrolling outside when I vaguely heard a woman's cry for help coming from Father's room, which is why I dared to come over. I didn't expect Father's door to be open, so I walked in."

He secretly lifted his eyelids, trying to peek at the scene on the bed through the thin gauze screen.

However, the canopy bed behind the screen was completely surrounded by layers of gauze curtains, and only the outline of Qin Jiuchen sitting on the edge of the bed could be seen.

Qin Senyao was filled with doubts.

As he was lost in thought, he heard Qin Jiuchen's deep voice come from behind the screen: "Continue."

Qin Senyao swallowed hard: "Father, this thief is incredibly audacious, daring to trespass into the inner courtyard of the Prince's mansion. I will definitely interrogate him thoroughly and give you an explanation."

"Explain?"

Qin Jiuchen's voice was hoarse, "Is silencing him the answer you're giving?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Senyao's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"Your subject wouldn't dare! Your subject has absolutely no such intention! I only wish to share Father's burden and bring this audacious scoundrel to justice..."

Meanwhile, inside the canopy bed behind the screen.

Yun Nian huddled deep within the bed curtains, the heat within her body spreading like wildfire, wave after wave more intense than the last.

His gaze was fixed on Qin Jiuchen's tall and straight back, which was so close to him. The taut muscles beneath his black robes were faintly visible, and an irresistible impulse surged into his heart.

She smiled gently, her eyes glistening with tears.

Her delicate hand silently emerged from the gap in the gauze curtain, her fingertips trembling like butterflies, and slowly covered Qin Jiuchen's broad shoulder.

She could feel the muscles under her hands suddenly tense up, but she did not back down.

Her soft, boneless hands slid down her shoulders, outlining the firm lines of her back muscles through her clothes.

Yun Nian's soft body slowly pressed against him from behind, their soaked clothes clearly conveying the temperature between them.

Her chest was pressed against his firm back, her body burning hot.

"Young master..."

She leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and whispered, "Help me, I'm so hot..."

Warm breath mixed with the woman's unique sweet fragrance brushed against Qin Jiuchen's sensitive earlobe.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and his fingers gripping the edge of the bed tightened slightly.

Seeing that he still didn't move, Yun Nian became even bolder.

Her restless little hands quietly slipped inside his slightly open shirt, her fingertips touching his warm skin.

Qin Jiuchen's body stiffened visibly for a moment, then he suddenly reached out and grabbed her flailing wrist.

"Don't move," he warned in a low voice.

However, the effects of the drug in Ke Yun Nian's body had reached their peak, and her rationality was teetering on the brink of collapse under the burning desire.

She didn't stop; instead, she intensified her efforts, parting her red lips slightly and gently taking his cool earlobe into her mouth.

"Well……"

Qin Jiuchen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a very low groan.

The warm, soft touch enveloped her earlobe, followed by her soft breathing.

He could feel the trembling of her delicate body behind him, and her erratic heartbeat, pounding against his back.

"presumptuous."

He gritted his teeth and hissed, tightening his grip on her wrist, "If you move again, I'll throw you out."

The voice, filled with suppressed anger, brought Yun Nian to her senses for a moment.

But then another wave of heat hit her, and she almost cried out, "Young master, I really can't take it anymore..."

Outside the screen, Qin Senyao was still rambling on, explaining, "...Your subject will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give Father a satisfactory answer. This villain is incredibly audacious; Your subject will take him away and torture him severely..."

He vaguely heard his father's voice behind the screen.

Qin Senyao was taken aback, and tentatively asked, "Father... what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Qin Jiuchen closed his eyes, trying to suppress the strange sensation surging within him. "It's nothing. Please continue."

Qin Senyao dared not ask further, and forced himself to continue: "Yes, Your Majesty, I believe that this thief's trespassing into the inner courtyard was not simply for theft. Perhaps he had other motives..."

At this moment, inside the canopy bed, Yun Nian's reason had been completely burned away.

She released his earlobe, and her warm, moist lips slowly slid down his neck, leaving a trail of delicate kisses.

Each touch was as light as a butterfly's wing.

Although Qin Jiuchen was holding her hand tightly, her fingers were still restlessly scratching at his palm.

Qin Jiuchen's body was taut like a fully drawn bow.

He could feel her lips pressed against his neck, her warm breath spraying on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

Her soft breasts rubbed against his back incessantly, the soaked fabric offering no protection whatsoever.

"Yun Nian." He gritted his teeth.

Yun Nian couldn't stop, "I really... feel so bad..."

Her lips continued downwards, her teeth biting the edge of her clothes, attempting to tear them open.

Qin Jiuchen abruptly released her wrists, then grabbed her shoulders, trying to pull her off him.

But Yun Nian, as if grasping at a lifeline, grabbed his arm tightly and pressed her whole body against him.