In a moment of impulse, I forcibly kissed my brother's best friend.

Cui Yutang pulled her along as they ran, turning a street corner, and finally stopped under an old locust tree.

A pure white horse was tethered beside the tree.

Not a single stray hair was visible on its body, and the morning light shone upon it, as if a layer of silvery radiance flowed around it. It was tall and strong, with powerful limbs, and its bright black eyes shone with an untamed light.

Before Xie Yige could even gasp in surprise, Cui Yutang had already released her hand and nimbly mounted the horse.

He immediately bent down, grasped her slender waist with both hands, and gently lifted her up, placing her steadily in front of him.

The movements were clean, crisp, and executed in one smooth motion.

"Hold on tight." He pressed his body close to hers, and Xie Yige fell into a warm embrace.

"drive--"

The white horse shot off like a silver lightning bolt.

Caught off guard, Xie Yige was thrown backward with a thud. Her buttocks pressed firmly against something hard, its heat palpable even through her clothes, pressing against her relentlessly, making her heart tremble.

Her face turned bright red instantly.

She tried to move forward, but the arms around her waist tightened even more, almost embedding her entirely in their embrace.

"Don't move." Cui Yutang's voice came from above, deep and hoarse, "Be careful not to fall."

Xie Yige dared not move.

But the horse's hooves were fast, the road was bumpy, and with each rise and fall of their bodies, the two were pressed even closer together. She could clearly feel his penis becoming more and more prominent and hot with each friction, and her ears suddenly turned bright red, even her neck was tinged with pink.

What's worse, the road wasn't smooth. As the white horse rounded a sharp bend, her body involuntarily tilted to one side, and Cui Yutang immediately tightened his arms, holding her firmly in his embrace. In that instant, their bodies were pressed tightly together, and the friction seemed to create a string of invisible sparks.

Xie Yige bit her lip, not daring to say a word.

She heard the person behind her breathing become erratic.

The white horse galloped all the way out of the city gate.

The cool breeze from the suburbs carries the scent of spring, and the green willows and red flowers are reflected on the babbling river. In the distance, the green mountains are like dark eyebrows, and the morning mist has not completely dissipated, like a thin veil covering the horizon.

The horse gradually slowed down and finally stopped on a grassy riverbank.

Xie Yige was about to speak when she felt Cui Yutang press his chin against the back of her neck, his breathing heavy and hot.

"Don't go down," his voice was low and hoarse, his lips almost touching her earlobe, "Let me catch my breath."

As soon as he finished speaking, the arms around her waist tightened suddenly, and his body pressed tightly against hers from behind.

"Are you cold?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Xie Yige froze from the heat.

This man is really cunning and wicked; he took advantage of her the whole way, and she always felt that he had deliberately lured her out.

But she had no evidence.

She turned around, intending to glare at him fiercely, but when she turned, she froze.

The top scholar, who should have been radiant, now had a few messy strands of hair fluttering in the wind, and his white robes were slightly loose, giving him a cold and broken beauty.

In those deep, phoenix-shaped eyes, a mixture of passion and restraint lingered, and her face, more beautiful than a peach blossom, was clearly reflected in her dark brown pupils.

She suddenly felt a little insecure and reluctantly wanted to turn back.

He reached out and pulled her back, then lowered his head and kissed her.

Xie Yige's breathing became erratic instantly.

His kiss, filled with long-suppressed desire, invaded her lips inch by inch, both gentle and domineering. Her mind went blank, and she could only passively endure his increasingly intense demands.

"Yige," his lips brushed against the corner of hers, his voice husky and tender, "call my name."

Xie Yige's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

"Mmm...you're bad...I don't want to..."

He gave her no chance to resist, sealing her disobedient red lips with his own, swallowing all her voices, and then sucking her softly once more.

"Cui Yutang..."

She finally couldn't help but want to threaten, but the voice that came out was broken and soft, without any intimidation, and instead sounded like she was being coquettish.

That call finally made him feel better.

He slowly released her, a satisfied smile in his eyes.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Xie Yige belatedly realized that the suburbs were indeed much colder than the city. Her clothes were rather thin, but she hadn't noticed because the person behind her had been burning hot and she was too nervous.

She composed herself, her face hardening: "Scholar, instead of going home to celebrate with your family, what are you doing dragging me to the outskirts of the city?"

Cui Yutang's eyes darted away, clearly feeling somewhat guilty.

He suddenly remembered something and took out a talisman from his pocket—the very one she had given him before.

"I want to thank you for sending me this," he said, his voice earnest. "It's very effective."

Xie Yige's eyes suddenly lit up with fervor, and she gripped his sleeve tightly: "You remembered?"

Looking into her expectant gaze, Cui Yutang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy and cautious.

"Will you dislike me if I can't remember?"

The way he looked at her was like that of a big dog about to be abandoned by its owner, with drooping ears, looking both aggrieved and innocent.

Xie Yige's heart softened immediately.

She quickly reassured him, "It's okay if you can't remember right now, don't worry."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man pulled her into his arms, buried his head in her long neck, and inhaled her unique scent.

Xie Yige felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't help but reach out and pat his head reassuringly.

Compared to the sweltering heat in the suburbs, the Prime Minister's residence presented a completely different scene at this moment.

The atmosphere in the mansion, which should have been filled with joyous celebration, was rather subtle.

Madam Wang sat upright in the main seat, looking calmly at the woman before her. The woman was dressed in magnificent clothes, and her brows carried an innate air of nobility and dignity—it was none other than Princess Chaoyang, Li Roujia.

However, she looked rather haggard and thin, so Wang suppressed her doubts.

"May I ask what brings Princess Chaoyang to my residence?" Her voice was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Li Roujia's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly composed herself and put on a proper smile: "I heard that the old lady has returned and that Brother Yutang has become the top scholar in the imperial examination, so I came to offer my congratulations."

She paused, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said with undiminished smile, "Speaking of which, Brother Yutang and I are childhood sweethearts. He became the top scholar in the imperial examination, so how could I, as his younger sister, not come and share in his joy?"

Wang paused slightly in the teacup she was holding, a barely perceptible hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

"My Yu'er, I'm afraid you can't bear the Princess calling you 'brother.' If there's nothing else, please leave."

"Is the old lady blaming me? Roujia knows she was wrong." As she spoke, tears fell from her eyes.