Chapter 19: The Harmless Princess of Beiyang vs. The Fratricidal Prince of Beiyang 19

"Hiss—"
Damn it, why does it hurt so much!
Watching her small face twist in pain, Xiao Zexuan couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. "Does it hurt a lot?"
Wen Yurou shot him a fierce glare, her cheeks flushed a vibrant crimson, and she retorted coquettishly, "Obviously! Why don't you try it yourself!"
Xiao Zexuan coughed in embarrassment. "Well... that was because of last night...!"
"Because of what?"
"It was just... because..."
Xiao Zexuan looked into her hazy, wide eyes, hesitating to continue. "In short, it wasn't what you think."
"Oh?" Wen Yurou raised an eyebrow, looking ready to listen. "What did I think?"
"That..." Xiao Zexuan hesitated for a moment, ultimately unable to get the words out.
Wen Yurou leaned in a little closer. "Go on, tell me!"
Seeing her mischievous expression, Xiao Zexuan sighed helplessly. "Forget it, I won't argue with you. After all, you are still young and don't understand..."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yurou's face turned beet red. She snapped, defensive and annoyed, "Who is young? What part of me is young!"
"Look, you're getting angry again!" Xiao Zexuan chuckled, reaching out to pinch the tip of her nose.
"Go away!" Wen Yurou pushed his hand away, glaring at him pouting.
"Alright, I'll stop teasing you!"
"Then tell me!" Wen Yurou tugged at him, acting spoiled, her watery peach-blossom eyes blinking. "Tell me quickly! Was it... because you didn't take your medicine, Your Highness... are you not capable?"
Hearing this, a vein pulsed on Xiao Zexuan’s forehead. "Wen! Yu! Rou!"
"Oh, why are you being so fierce, Your Highness? I was just speaking the truth!"
"Do you want to see me prove it to you right now?!" Xiao Zexuan ground his teeth, wishing he could devour her whole.
As the dignified Prince Beiyang of Great Kang, how could he possibly be incapable?!
Seeing his flustered anger, Wen Yurou couldn't help but laugh. "Haha... Your Highness, you..."
Her laughter was as crisp and pleasant as silver bells, yet it only made Xiao Zexuan want to...
"Wen Yurou, do you know what you are doing!" Xiao Zexuan roared, rolling over to pin her beneath him.
"Hiss—" Wen Yurou gasped in pain.
Xiao Zexuan immediately stopped, his expression tense. "Did I hurt you?"
"I'm fine." Wen Yurou shook her head, staring at Xiao Zexuan with eyes full of affection.
Seeing this, Xiao Zexuan breathed heavily.

Wen Yurou was overjoyed to see his tense state.
As she had guessed, Xiao Zexuan was not indifferent to her.
With that thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck and said shyly, "Last night, Your Highness was very..."
Xiao Zexuan gazed at Wen Yurou with dark, heavy eyes and leaned down to kiss her lips, lingering and entwined.
The memories of the previous night flooded back like a tide. She had been so thoroughly exhausted by him that she had no recollection of how they had returned to the room.
The evening breeze stirred the bed curtains, making them flutter. The dry land had been moistened and softened, and as the searing heat returned, it became impossible to stop.
Fortunately, she had been eating well for the past half-month, otherwise, Wen Yurou wouldn't have lasted until the second half of the night.
The Empress had been far too heavy-handed with that potion!
After a long while, the two of them were breathless.
Xiao Zexuan finally pulled away, his gaze deep and dark as he looked at her swollen, alluring lips. "Wen Yurou..."
His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a thick sense of danger.
Wen Yurou's eyes were misty as she looked at him, her red lips parted, breathing lightly. Her bewitching charm was intoxicating, her body soft and boneless, and the fragrance clinging to her was enough to make his mind wander.
"Hmm?"
Her voice was soft and delicate, like a plea, striking Xiao Zexuan like a ball of fire and leaving him burning with unbearable heat.
Unable to hold back, he gripped her slender waist and pressed her against himself as they sat on the bed.
Feeling Xiao Zexuan’s unusual reaction, Wen Yurou’s beautiful face flushed a deep crimson, and her heart began to race.
She clung to him like an octopus, her small hands slowly moving toward...
"Hmm..." Xiao Zexuan groaned, catching her restless hands. "Don't move!"
"Hmm—" Caught off guard, Wen Yurou gasped and instinctively tried to pull away. "Don't... it hurts..."
Xiao Zexuan released her immediately, looking at her with concern. "Where does it hurt?"
Wen Yurou’s small hands rested on his shoulders, her gaze drifting downward to his chest muscles. She swallowed hard, feeling a surge of desire, but restrained herself due to her physical exhaustion.
"My husband~"
With their relationship warming up like this, her favorability score should skyrocket, right?!
Xiao Zexuan narrowed his long, slender phoenix eyes and leaned in dangerously. "What did you call me?"
Wen Yurou reached out to wrap her arms around his neck and said coquettishly, "Husband~"
Her tone was mesmerizing and seductive.
Xiao Zexuan’s heart skipped a beat; with a deep, dark gaze, he leaned down to kiss her fiercely.
His thin lips met her cherry-red ones, claiming her with possessive dominance, savoring every delicate detail.

"Uh... hmm... hmm—"
She was limp and weak, melting into his arms as they remained intertwined.
A long time passed before Xiao Zexuan pulled away from her lips, though he still held her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His hot breath washed over her skin, causing a ripple of ticklish sensations, and her small hands moved restlessly over him.
"Mmm... don't..."
Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks sounded at the door. "Your Highness, are you awake?"
Wen Yurou, shy yet still seductive, playfully tapped Xiao Zexuan.
Xiao Zexuan frowned at the door and said coldly, "What is it?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, the palace has sent over some tonics."
Xiao Zexuan glanced at the person outside and replied indifferently, "Understood. You may leave!"
Hearing this, the guard breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes!"
Qingning Palace.
"Were you suspected?" Lin Jiao sat in a chair, trimming the branches in front of her.
A palace maid stood to the side.
"Reporting to Your Ladyship, no," the maid replied with her head bowed. "Using the temptation of the Crown Prince’s concubine, Wen Ruowei already believes I am one of Noble Consort Ling's people."
Lin Jiao set down the scissors and looked at the maid. "Well done, Meihua."
Meihua bowed in acknowledgment.
"Once Wen Ruowei gets married and obtains the item, lure her to the graveyard outside the east gate."
"Yes!" Meihua nodded. "This servant understands!"
Seven days later, the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion was bustling with activity.
Today was the grand wedding day of the Third Princess and Wen Ruowei to the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion.
The entire mansion was filled with a festive atmosphere.
The groom, Liu Wenyu, had rushed back from the military camp early in the morning to change into his wedding attire.
The Zhenxi Marquis Mansion attached great importance to this marriage, specifically inviting various high-ranking officials and dignitaries from the capital, as well as civil and military officials.
Wen Ruowei had been up early to prepare, but today's festive atmosphere could not hide her haggard appearance; her eyes were dark, and the whites were bloodshot.
She didn't want to marry Liu Wenyu!
"Wei'er, rest for a while. Your aunt ordered the kitchen to brew some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot to warm your stomach."