Not only was she delicate, but she wasn’t smart either. After sitting here for so long, she hadn’t thought to go back to her room to wait and had ended up just being blown by the wind.
Both silly and delicate—it was such a nuisance.
Chu Yin bent over with a sour expression and lifted her up.
Her slender waist fit perfectly in his arms. Yu Jiao wrapped both arms around his neck and pressed herself closer to him, keeping her gaze fixed upward on him.
Chu Yin felt a little uncomfortable under her stare, and his expression grew even more sour.
“Prince,” Yu Jiao called softly.
“Hm.” Chu Yin lowered his eyes to glance at her, not knowing how long this delicate creature had been waiting, his nose tip slightly reddened.
Truly an eyesore.
“Prince.” The person in his arms called again.
Chu Yin frowned, gave a deep, reluctant “hm,” and casually pressed her head closer into his chest.
Yu Jiao called out again, and Chu Yin’s expression turned to extreme annoyance, his tone impatient: “What are you doing?”
Her nose was already red from the wind, and yet she kept popping her head up over and over—it really was endless.
Yu Jiao trembled slightly and spoke cautiously: “Prince… do I owe you money?”
Chu Yin stopped walking, frowning as he looked at her. He looked at her clear eyes staring at him, in which two tiny versions of him seemed to reside.
He pursed his lips, then resumed walking, his voice hoarse: “No.”
“Then why does it look like I owe you money, Prince?”
Chu Yin’s hand paused. His expression softened slightly, finally looking a little more pleasant.
“Hm… and your tone is a bit impatient… almost fierce.”
Chu Yin took a deep breath, lowered his head to meet Yu Jiao’s clear gaze, and awkwardly tilted his head, his voice light as air: “I’m not fierce.”
Yu Jiao lifted her neck and looked up: “Hm?”
“Not fierce at all.”
“What did Prince say?”
“The king says…”
Chu Yin lowered his head again to meet her gaze, this time holding back a laugh that made him grit his teeth.
“Prince… Prince, what did you just say?” Yu Jiao insisted, tugging on his collar.
“Prince… Prince, I didn’t hear clearly, can you say it again?”
“Prince… Prince…”
“Shut up!” Chu Yin pressed her closer to him. “If you speak again, I’ll tear your mouth off.”
Yu Jiao, resting in his arms, chuckled softly and murmured: “Prince is really cute.”
Chu Yin’s ears twitched, his body stiffened, and his steps involuntarily quickened.
Ying Feng would definitely be punished severely!
“The wind is really strong tonight!” Ying Feng sneezed loudly, rubbing his nose and murmuring: “I should have let Ying Jue be on duty and gone to accompany Prince.”
His eyes accidentally caught a figure striding back through the rear door. The hand rubbing his nose froze at the tip, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, muttering:
“Th… that… in Prince’s arms… is… Princess Consort?”
Chu Yin suddenly lifted his head to glance at him, startling him so much that he staggered and almost fell.
“How could it be… Princess Consort is clearly…”
He suddenly looked toward the front door. The person in red sitting by the door yawned and slowly turned around.
Ying Feng’s eyes widened in shock. How could it be Xiu’er???
After a moment of stunned silence, remembering the murderous look Prince had given him, he slumped, muttering: “It’s over… Princess Consort has ruined me…”
…
Even though the streets were lined with lanterns that shone brightly, Chu Yin deliberately chose the darker paths, his footsteps swift as wind.
The room had its lights on, but Chu Yin extinguished them as he entered.
He set her down and turned to leave, but a hand caught his sleeve.
“Prince, I can smell it.”
Chu Yin stiffened, moving slightly. Yu Jiao quickly added: “Prince, are you trying to push me away again?”
His hand tightened on the sleeve, while one hand rubbed at his forehead.
Little Rabbit was actually quite smart, just not directed the right way.
After a moment, he spoke hoarsely: “Your blood doesn’t look good.”
“And Prince’s blood?”
Chu Yin held his breath, stiffening straight, and in the darkness, he let a faint smirk curl as he muttered self-deprecatingly: “Dirty.”
Yu Jiao’s hand trembled, and a painful weight pressed on her chest. Her throat caught as she whispered softly: “It’s not…”
Her tone returned to normal the next moment: “If Prince doesn’t want me to see, we won’t light the lamps.”
Yu Jiao released his sleeve and groped in the dim light.
“What are you doing?” Chu Yin jumped, turning to stare at her.
Her hands were hot against him, stirring irritation.
Her boldness was really growing.
Yu Jiao was startled by his shout: “I… I’m helping Prince change clothes.”
Chu Yin grabbed her wrist in return. Even in the dark, he stared at her tightly, leaning slightly forward.
Raising his tone, he asked, “Undressing the king?”
Yu Jiao’s ears burned—she clearly hadn’t meant it that way.
“So, Princess Consort is so eager to undress the king. Then what?”
Chu Yin drew closer, warm breath brushing her face, trailing down to her ear:
“After undressing, you pounce on me? Hm?”
“Prince!” Yu Jiao jumped, her face heating unbearably.
“Heh.” Chu Yin seemed suddenly in a good mood. He held her hands over his clothes: “It’s not the first time; just undress. Last time I lay on the bed letting you do as you pleased—this time, what position do you want?”
“Sitting or standing?”
Yu Jiao’s face flushed red, and she scolded softly: “Prince!”
In the dark, Chu Yin shamelessly admired her shy, flustered expression.
So damn teasing.
Tsk, so easily embarrassed—how could he ever let her relax in front of him?
He snorted: “Change clothes.”
Yu Jiao bit her lip and hesitated as she started to fumble with the straps of her clothes.
While fidgeting, she secretly glared at him.
Good, he hadn’t noticed.
Her boldness grew. Not content with just glaring, she made a face the next moment.
Chu Yin clicked his back teeth, noticing her little trick.
Even naughtier than before—who had spoiled her like this?
“What are you dawdling for?”
Yu Jiao’s hands shook, and she immediately stopped.
Chu Yin’s lips curved slightly—so easily frightened.
He bent slowly, eyes on the tied knot, lips twitching.
If he didn’t know Little Rabbit had no ill intentions, he would have found it hard to believe she wasn’t doing it on purpose.
He shook his head, muttering, foolish.
“You learned to untie straps?”
Yu Jiao paused, straightening her back: “Of course.”
With a soft sound, the room’s lamp lit up. Yu Jiao froze, staring at the strap in her hands.
Chu Yin watched her, amused: “Learned?”
“Ssshh—”
Yu Jiao: “…”
Chu Yin: “…”
“Princess Consort remains as wild as ever.” Chu Yin’s chest was exposed, and Yu Jiao instinctively swallowed hard.
Chu Yin pinched her chin, lifting it to meet her gaze: “Princess Consort repeatedly tears my clothes, with ill intentions—aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”
Yu Jiao looked at his faintly smiling face. As he advanced, she took a step back, her back pressing against the table, eyelashes trembling in fear.
“Prince… is there any painless way to die?”
“Sure.” Chu Yin’s eyes glinted mischievously as he leaned to her ear and whispered: “Pleasurable death.”