Chapter 14: The Harmless Princess of Beiyang vs. The Beiyang Prince Who Cruelly Wounded His Siblings, Part 14
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Wen Yurou’s voice was delicate and gentle, as if it could drip like water, trembling slightly, filled with pleading, causing Xiao Zexuan’s footsteps to halt.
His already restless heart grew even more unbearable.
After a moment, Xiao Zexuan composed his thoughts, reached out, and took her arm gently, whispering, “Don’t worry, I’m right here.”
“Mm,” Wen Yurou obediently replied, nestling into his embrace.
This gesture brought the scene from that day vividly to Xiao Zexuan’s mind, causing a wave of heat to surge through him, leaving him restless and flushed.
He forcibly suppressed the reaction stirring within him and lifted his gaze toward the door.
The assassin had fled. Chunmei stood at the door, intending to report, but upon seeing the scene, she hesitated to leave, only to be noticed by the prince.
“Your Highness, the assassin has escaped…” Chunmei stammered.
“I know…” Xiao Zexuan’s voice was tinged with dryness.
Wen Yurou deliberately asked, “Your Highness, has the assassin really left?”
“...”
Hearing her, Xiao Zexuan’s eyes fixed on her with a strange glint. “The danger has passed. I have other matters to attend to. Rest early.”
Without giving Wen Yurou a chance to speak, he left the room.
Seeing this, Wen Yurou followed and called out, “Your Highness…”
Xiao Zexuan turned to her, his brow slightly furrowed. “There are still things to handle. Chunmei, escort the princess back.”
“Yes.”
At the corner, Xiao Zexuan glanced back toward Wen Yurou’s room, his brows tightly knitted.
That scene replayed in his mind again, tightening his throat and flickering an unusual light in his eyes.
“Your Highness, you…” Qingyu hesitated.
“Speak plainly!” Xiao Zexuan’s voice was low and tense, his heart uneasy.
“The followers who trailed the assassin found that he entered the Eastern Palace.”
In the study,
Xiao Qiheng threw the teacup onto the black-clad man. “Useless lot, can’t even kill one person! What good are you to me?”
The leader of the black-clad men knelt on one knee before Xiao Qiheng, head bowed deeply, voice filled with apology. “Your Highness… it’s my incompetence…”
“Useless!”
Xiao Qiheng’s face turned cold. “Go back and accept your punishment!”
The leader dared not speak, only lowering his head and kneeling there.
“Get out!” Xiao Qiheng ordered coldly.
Hearing this, the leader quickly rose, leading the others, and in unison said, “Thank you, Prince, for sparing our lives. We take our leave.”
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With that, they left the study directly.
When Xiao Zexuan returned to the room, Wen Yurou was already lying asleep on the bed.
He sat at the bedside, watching her, the scene from that day surfacing again in his mind.
Wen Yurou seemed to sense someone nearby, slowly opening her eyes, surprised to meet Xiao Zexuan’s gaze.
The next moment, she smiled inwardly, realizing that playing delicate was quite effective with him.
Noticing her awakening, Xiao Zexuan spoke softly, “Go back to sleep, you must be tired today.”
He then removed his outer garment and shoes, lying down beside her.
Wen Yurou swallowed nervously, thinking, what is this bold move?
Just sleep, nothing else?!
She deliberately softened her voice, “Your Highness…”
Xiao Qiheng pressed his lips together, turned away, refusing to look at her.
His ears flushed red.
Seeing this, Wen Yurou couldn’t help but suppress a laugh.
Looks like he was provoked just now and is shy now?
Perfect, the medicine hasn’t been applied yet—a good opportunity.
“Your Highness, I forgot to apply the medicine on my back. Could you…”
“...”
Hearing her, Xiao Qiheng pressed his lips, hesitated, then said, “Wait for me.”
He then got up from the bed.
Wen Yurou quickly sat up, “Your Highness, I…”
“Lie down!”
His voice carried a hint of coldness.
Hearing this, Wen Yurou had no choice but to lie back down and wait for him.
Soon, Xiao Qiheng returned, extinguishing all the candles in the room except one.
Surrounded by darkness, Wen Yurou swallowed nervously, wondering if this man would lose control.
At that moment, Xiao Zexuan’s voice came, “Take off your clothes.”
“...”
Hearing this, Wen Yurou clumsily removed her clothes, revealing smooth skin.
Feeling the coldness of his hands, she swallowed again nervously!
Seeing the scars on her back, Xiao Qiheng pressed his thin lips.
His hands involuntarily traced the marks on her back.
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Noticing he wasn’t stopping, Wen Yurou frowned slightly.
Only after applying all the medicine did Xiao Qiheng slowly withdraw his hands.
Wen Yurou sensed he seemed to be scrutinizing something, a subtle smile playing on her lips.
Xiao Qiheng put the ointment away and looked at her coldly. “Put your clothes back on!”
Hearing him, Wen Yurou hurriedly dressed and turned to face him, softening her voice deliberately, “Thank you, Your Highness…”
“What happened to the wounds on your body?” Xiao Qiheng’s voice was low.
“It’s nothing.”
Hearing this, Xiao Qiheng couldn’t help but glance at her.
After a long moment, concern crept into his voice. “Does it hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t anymore. Thank you, Your Highness,” Wen Yurou replied obediently.
Just then, a cold breeze blew, causing her body to shiver.
Sensing the change, Xiao Qiheng’s gaze swept over her face.
“It’s so cold.”
Wen Yurou said, nestling closer into Xiao Zexuan’s embrace.
Xiao Zexuan’s body stiffened slightly, his fists clenched tightly. Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady his breathing but, as if possessed, hugged her tighter.
Feeling his movement, Wen Yurou’s lips curved into a faint smile, secretly amused.
Indeed, this delicate act—no man could resist it.
Then, Wen Yurou pressed close to Xiao Zexuan’s chest, arms wrapped around his waist, her entire body pressed against him, as if seeking protection.
Xiao Zexuan did not push her away; instead, he pulled her even closer into his arms.
Feeling his change, two roses of blush bloomed swiftly on Wen Yurou’s cheeks. Her heart pounded like thunder, and the clear, cool aura emanating from him brought an inexplicable comfort.
Xiao Zexuan closed his eyes, inhaling the faint fragrance she exuded, unexpectedly growing somewhat entranced.
Time passed unnoticed as night deepened. Wen Yurou yawned, leaning into Xiao Zexuan’s embrace, gradually falling asleep.
The next day,
Wen Yurou awoke to find Xiao Zexuan gone from her side.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, recalling the scene of Xiao Zexuan applying medicine to her back last night, the smile on her lips growing wider.
Xiao Zexuan must be somewhat fond of her now, right?
The voice of 027 sounded: [Affection value of target increased by 5%.]
This news instantly brightened Wen Yurou’s mood. She threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went to the dressing table, taking out a bronze mirror to admire her reflection.