Battle Through the Heavens: Emperor's Son Xiao Yan

Chapter 110 Your Majesty, I Want to Fight for Her Highness

The palace was deep and secluded. After passing through a complex network of corridors, the two arrived at a quiet and elegant palace.

"Starry Night Palace?" Xiao Yan looked at the palace in front of him.

"The name is quite nice."

Yao Ye pursed her red lips and led Xiao Yan inside with a smile on her face.

"Your Highness." Two maids stood at the door and bowed slightly, looking at Xiao Yan behind Yao Ye with a hint of surprise.

This was the first time the princess had brought a man back to her palace.

"You may all step aside. I have some important matters to discuss with Mr. Xiao Yan."

Yao Ye waved his hand, and the two maids were even more surprised, but they still obediently withdrew.

Mr. Xiao Yan, let's go inside first.

Yao Ye turned around, a hint of nervousness flashing in her beautiful eyes, but her expression remained calm.

"Weren't we supposed to be discussing fighting techniques?" Xiao Yan asked, looking puzzled.

"You," Yao Ye said, a hint of shame and indignation on her face, before switching to a tone that sounded like she was being coquettish.

"Do you think my outfit is suitable for practicing combat techniques?"

"Oh." Xiao Yan nodded thoughtfully.

"That makes some sense."

Then, following Yao Ye into the palace, as a royal princess, Yao Ye's room was more exquisite than that of Consort Ya, and there was also a faint elegant fragrance in the room.

"Please sit here for a bit to sober up. I'll go change my clothes and come right over."

Yao Ye brewed Xiao Yan a cup of hot tea, then gracefully left the living room.

A moment later, a rushing sound of water came, making Xiao Yan's heart flutter.

"The royal family really knows how to have fun," Xiao Yan thought to himself.

The sound of water in the shower continued until the hot tea in Xiao Yan's hand slowly cooled down, at which point it gradually stopped.

As the candlelight flickered, a voluptuous beauty wrapped in a bathrobe emerged from the side room.

"Princess Yaoye, why didn't you change into your training clothes? How can you practice your fighting skills dressed like this?" Xiao Yan asked with a puzzled look.

"How can you cultivate combat skills when you're this drunk?" Yao Ye's face was slightly flushed, but she still walked over resolutely. Her snow-white skin revealed a mysterious and beautiful quality under the candlelight.

"Oh, can I leave now that I'm not practicing combat techniques?" Xiao Yan looked at Yao Ye with an innocent expression.

"Thud." The bathrobe wrapped around Yao Ye fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yan quickly covered his face with his hands, but his eyes were not covered at all.

"Stop pretending, Mr. Xiao Yan." Yao Ye's pretty face turned red, and her body trembled slightly.

"If you didn't have those kinds of thoughts, why would you come here with me? What else could a little princess like me have to offer you?"

"I came here because I considered you a friend. How could you think of me like that? I am a gentleman."

"Don't humiliate me anymore." Yao Ye's voice trembled slightly, and Xiao Yan could hear the shame, anger, and sadness in her voice.

This made Xiao Yan, who always loved beauty, soften his heart immediately.

He then removed his hands from his face, slowly stood up, and smiled, "Princess Yaoye, you have a very accurate eye for people!"

Yao Ye stopped speaking and slowly closed her beautiful eyes.

In the dim light, she felt herself being lifted up by a pair of strong hands.

That night, the Star Palace was illuminated by starlight, but for some reason, the starlight seemed to carry a hint of spring.

Three poles in the sun!

"Am I really that despicable?"

A faint scent of sandalwood filled the room. Yao Ye had changed into a brand-new court dress and was now staring blankly at Xiao Yan, resting her chin on her hand.

"How come you're just like Ya Fei?" Xiao Yan didn't know what was wrong with her.

A woman's heart is always hard to fathom; even Xiao Yan sometimes doesn't understand it.

"I'm practically seducing you now. Don't you men think women who seduce them are pretty frivolous?"

Yao Ye looked at Xiao Yan.

"No, I'm not an ordinary man." Xiao Yan shook his head.

"I like sexy girls," he added silently to himself.

"Don't you think I'm doing this because I want something from you?" Yao Ye asked with a complicated expression.

"I know, you're after the powerful forces behind me, and you want to use that relationship to win me over."

Xiao Yan took a sip of tea and said calmly, "If I didn't lust after your body, could you have seduced me?"

Yao Ye was taken aback. He suddenly realized that this young master of a powerful clan seemed to think a little differently.

However, for some reason, Xiao Yan's words made her feel a little better.

"Don't overthink it. Just be like Ya Fei and be my mistress. That's all."

Xiao Yan took another sip of tea and said, "However, I think the court attire isn't pretty enough. You'd better wear the Empress's clothes in the future; that way, I might like you a little more."

Upon hearing this, Yao Ye's delicate body trembled, and her beautiful eyes, which had been filled with countless thoughts, suddenly brightened.

"Hmm, this mature woman seems to really enjoy the feeling of being in power."

Xiao Yan chuckled inwardly: "But it doesn't matter. Wouldn't it be even more fulfilling to raise an empress? Hehehe."

Thinking to himself, he stood up and patted the princess's bottom, saying, "Next time, put on your armor. I want to charge into battle for Your Highness."

Yao Ye's pretty face instantly turned red.

"I never expected you to be this kind of person."

"I may not be very talented, but I just love charging into battle." Xiao Yan chuckled, and wings of Dou Qi sprouted from his back as he flew towards the sky.

Only after his figure disappeared into the horizon did Yao Ye slowly return to her room.

"I'm so tired." The usually dignified and aloof imperial princess plopped down on the soft bed, gently closing her eyes, seemingly releasing her long-standing fatigue.

"Hmm? My cultivation level actually increased by one star last night."

Yao Ye smiled slightly, then fell into a deep sleep.

Upon returning to the Mittel family, Xiao Yan saw Ya Fei sitting in a small pavilion, teasing Hun Xin.

What's the pronunciation of this character?

"sugar!"

"What about this one?"

"vinegar!"

"What about the next two?"

"Pork tenderloin!"

"Not bad, not bad, you learned four characters today."

Hun Xin stood tall with a proud expression.

"You can actually recognize four characters in a day?" Xiao Yan looked at his disciple with a hint of surprise on his face.

"Just four words, how could they possibly stump me?"

Hun Xin said dismissively.

"Look at you, so capable." Xiao Yan gently poked her forehead with his finger, and Hun Xin sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Hmph." Hun Xin crossed his arms, puffed out his cheeks, and ignored Xiao Yan. He then turned to Ya Fei and gave her a fawning smile.

"Sister Yafei, can I have sweet and sour pork again tonight?"

"No problem." Ya Fei smiled and said softly, "Xiao Cui, take Hun Xin downstairs. Give her an extra meal tonight."

"Thank you, sister." Hun Xin's eyes lit up, and he almost knelt down before Ya Fei.

"All you ever think about is eating." Watching the little bean skip away, Xiao Yan sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Oh ho, so Lord Xiao Yan is willing to come back."

Seeing Xiao Yan move over to sit next to her, Ya Fei tried to move, but Xiao Yan grabbed her arm.

"How does Your Highness taste?" Consort Ya glanced at Xiao Yan with a half-smile.

"What princess? I was discussing state affairs last night," Xiao Yan said with a serious expression.

"Was it a long, intimate conversation in bed?"

Ya Fei gave a soft hum.

Hehe, Xiao Yan chuckled, a wistful smile appearing on his lips.

"Very moisturizing!"

Sorry, I'm having writer's block. There's another chapter tonight, I'm working on it.

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(End of this chapter)