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

The ambiguous sounds echoed in the solemn Buddhist temple, sounding particularly jarring and blasphemous.

Yun Nian felt increasingly uneasy as she listened. How dare these two do such a shameful thing in the pure and sacred Buddhist temple?

The blush on her face grew even hotter, spreading all the way to her ears and neck.

She was extremely embarrassed and subconsciously glanced up to see Qin Jiuchen's reaction.

His handsome face was expressionless, but his phoenix eyes were deeper than usual, and his jawline was taut.

Yun Nian's heart skipped a beat, feeling that the atmosphere... seemed a bit off.

The noise outside grew increasingly unrestrained, the woman's moans and the man's growls mingling, becoming ever more explicit.

Yun Nian felt her cheeks burning and her heart pounding like a drum.

She silently loosened her arms from Qin Jiuchen's waist and cautiously tried to take half a step back in the crowded space.

This live version of "Living with Passion" is just too exciting.

Even if she intended to seduce him, he really couldn't resist.

However, her attempt to escape seemed to trigger some kind of switch.

Qin Jiuchen suddenly curled his lips into a cold and wicked smile.

His arms, which had been hanging at his sides, suddenly rose and pressed against the wall behind her.

He easily trapped her back between him and the wall.

He simply leaned down, and his handsome face was inches away from hers; she could hear his breath.

He leaned close to her ear, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Miss Yun,"

"Could this be the scene you wanted me to witness?"

His words implied that he believed it was all a carefully orchestrated trap.

Upon hearing this, Yun Nian snapped out of her embarrassment and looked up at him directly.

The grievance and anxiety that welled up from his misunderstanding made her temporarily suppress her shyness.

She tiptoed slightly, bringing her soft lips close to his beautifully shaped ear, and urgently defended herself in a breathy voice.

"Your Highness, please don't wrong me! I had no idea!"

The warm and fragrant scent, like the softest feather, gently scratched his earlobes and the skin of his neck, bringing an indescribable tingling sensation.

Qin Jiuchen's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

The moans and gasps of the pair of wild mandarin ducks outside grew increasingly intense and loud, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet night, constantly assaulting one's eardrums and nerves.

Qin Jiuchen curled his lips, his eyes filled with a darkness as thick as ink that could not be dissolved.

He leaned down, getting even closer to her.

"Miss Yun, shall we continue here and listen to this good show?"

He paused deliberately, his gaze lingering on her lips with a hint of playfulness and aggression. "Or... should we do something more meaningful?"

Before he finished speaking, he leaned down and moved closer to her, as if he were about to seize her luscious lips at any moment.

Yun Nian's heart stopped beating, and she instinctively closed her eyes tightly.

As I unconsciously dodged, my body jerked backward, and my elbow accidentally bumped into the cold wooden pillar behind me, making a sound that was neither too loud nor too soft.

The loud noise outside stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, a terrified voice rang out: "Is...is someone there?!"

Then came another rustling sound of clothes being put on.

Then came the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

The wild mandarin ducks were clearly startled by the commotion and were cautiously peering toward the Buddha statue.

Yun Nian held her breath.

She subconsciously gripped the fabric of Qin Jiuchen's clothes tightly.

Qin Jiuchen felt the stiffness and slight trembling of the delicate body in his arms.

He looked down and could only see the top of her dark hair and that fair and delicate neck.

He straightened up, adjusted his posture, and his broad shoulders and upright figure enveloped her even more tightly in his shadow, forming a protective stance.

Even if he were discovered at this moment, the first thing people would see would be him, and it would be difficult to see the face of the person in his arms.

Nestled in his arms, Yun Nian felt his silent protection, and a triumphant smile quietly flickered in her heart.

It seems that her risky "seduction" was not entirely ineffective.

This powerful Prince Ningxiang was not as cold and unapproachable as he appeared.

The footsteps grew closer, tinged with probing and wariness.

At this moment, Yun Nian's eyes lit up.

Suddenly, it pinched its nose and let out a perfectly realistic cat meow: "Meow..."

The voice carried a hint of languor and impatience at being disturbed, and at first glance, it sounded no different from that of a wild cat roaming at night.

The footsteps outside indeed stopped.

The man visibly relaxed. "It was just a stray cat. It scared the hell out of me!"

The woman echoed, still shaken, "Yes, it was a false alarm. How come there's a cat in this Buddhist temple..."

The man regained his previous eagerness, his tone becoming flippant: "Don't be afraid, baby. So what if someone sees us? At worst, I'll just take you into my household as a concubine."

The woman retorted coquettishly, "What nonsense are you talking about? You agree, but my deadbeat husband has to agree to me divorcing him first! Stop messing around..."

The man, however, seemed impatient: "Quick, take off your skirt, we were just getting into it..."

"Don't do it here!"

This time, the woman was unusually resolute, her voice tinged with lingering fear, "I'm feeling uneasy, like I don't know where I'm going. Can we go somewhere else?"

Unable to resist her pleading, the man reluctantly agreed: "Fine, fine, whatever you say, let's find an even more exciting place! Let's go..."

The sound of their footsteps, accompanied by whispers, gradually faded into the distance and eventually disappeared outside the palace gates.

At this moment, Yun Nian's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she let out a soft breath.

She then realized that she was still tightly clutching Qin Jiuchen's clothes, her whole body almost pressed against his chest, and her cheeks instantly burned again.

She stirred slightly, raised her eyes, and softly reminded him, "Your Highness, it seems they've left..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jiuchen did not move.

He lowered his head, his gaze like a cold pool, locking onto her timid and shy face, his scrutiny sharp as if it could pierce through her skin and reach the depths of her soul.

He stared at her like that for a long time.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"Yun Nian,"

"Keep your scheming and manipulative thoughts to yourself. I am not someone you can manipulate or curry favor with."

His words were like a sharp blade tempered with ice, mercilessly slicing through the veil of ambiguous warmth he had just presented.

"Don't be too clever for your own good and get yourself into trouble."