The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 167 Reclining on a Beauty's Lap

"I'll let you off this time, but if there's a next time, I won't let you off so easily!" Princess Chang Le warned in a stern voice.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Yuanjing suddenly burst into tears, "Auntie, I'm your own niece! How could you help outsiders to deal with me..."

“I will side with reason, not kinship. You were the one who bullied the weak and oppressed others with your power. If your grandfather finds out about this, he will not take your side. Instead, he will teach you a lesson.” Princess Chang Le said, narrowing her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Jing choked up and stopped crying.

Princess Chang Le glanced at her, puzzled, and asked, "I don't understand, what did Zhi Wan do to offend you that you would go to such lengths to deal with her?"

“She…she’s hideous!” Xuan Yuanjing couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Someone like her can be called repulsive?" Princess Chang Le glanced at Zhi Wan's beautiful face and said with a wry smile, "Then wouldn't someone like you be called blue-faced and fanged, with a distorted face?"

Xuan Yuanjing's lips trembled with anger, but she dared not refute him.

Princess Chang Le said disdainfully, "I'm probably only attracted to you because she's beautiful, and I'm just jealous!"

"I...I didn't," Xuan Yuanjing denied vehemently.

“If you’re not jealous of her pretty face, then you must be jealous that she’s Lord Lu’s cousin, and that she can get close to Lord Lu!” Princess Chang Le said with certainty.

Xuan Yuanjing's face flushed instantly. She opened her lips as if to retort, but in the end, she fell silent.

"Did I hit the nail on the head?" Princess Chang Le raised an eyebrow, a playful look on her face. "Then you should just give up on that idea. How could Lu Zhan possibly like you?"

“Then he can’t possibly like you!” Xuan Yuanjing blurted out, unconvinced.

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

Zhiwan felt somewhat embarrassed.

She never expected that things would develop in a way that would involve her cousin.

She recalled the scene when she first met Xuan Yuanjing, and how Xuan Yuanjing was pestering her cousin.

So, is it really because of her cousin that Xuanyuan Jing has repeatedly made things difficult for her?
She glanced discreetly at Princess Chang Le's reaction.

She had noticed that Princess Chang Le's attitude towards her cousin was somewhat unusual. Could it be that Princess Chang Le also harbored feelings for her cousin?
Thinking of her cousin's face, she couldn't help but think to herself, "He really is a troublemaker, attracting one woman after another!"
"Shut up!" Princess Chang Le slammed her hand on the armchair, angrily shouting, "My affairs are none of your business!"

Xuanyuan Jing pouted, but ultimately dared not say anything more and lowered her head.

"Remember what happened today. If you dare to bully Zhiwan again, I will not forgive you!" Princess Chang Le said, standing up.

"I understand." Xuan Yuanjing was unwilling, but she dared not disobey her aunt.

She finally understood why her aunt had protected Zhiwan.

It seems it's all for Lu Zhan's sake.

But does Auntie really think that she can win Lu Zhan's heart through Zhiwan?

Thinking about Lu Zhan's attitude towards Zhi Wan, she belatedly realized that it wasn't impossible to win Lu Zhan's heart by pleasing Zhi Wan and then using her as a means.

Realizing her aunt's intentions, Xuan Yuanjing inwardly scorned her aunt, thinking how despicable and cunning she was!
Princess Chang Le ignored her and left with Zhi Wan.

After leaving the Prince's villa, Zhiwan solemnly thanked Princess Changle, "Thanks to Your Highness for saving me today, otherwise I would have certainly met a tragic end."

"It's good that you know." Princess Chang Le nodded, showing no modesty whatsoever.

Zhiwan smiled and said, "It's almost noon. I'd like to take the liberty of inviting Your Highness to lunch at Baiwei Restaurant. I wonder if Your Highness would do me the honor?"

"When will your cousin return?" Princess Chang Le didn't answer, but instead asked abruptly.

Zhiwan paused for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't know about that."

"I heard you went to Yangzhou recently, did you go with Lord Lu?" Princess Chang Le asked with great interest. Zhi Wan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

"Then what did you do?" Princess Chang Le suddenly took a step closer and pinned her against the carriage.

Seeing the person suddenly approaching, Zhiwan looked surprised, but still answered truthfully: "My cousin is busy dealing with a case, but he took the time to accompany me back to my hometown to sweep my parents' graves."

"It seems your cousin treats you very well." Princess Chang Le nodded thoughtfully.

As Chen Jiu swooped down from the rooftop, he saw the scene of the cousin being pinned against the carriage by Princess Chang Le. His brow twitched, and he immediately stepped forward to interrupt, "Princess Chang Le, cousin."

"Chen Jiu?" Princess Chang Le turned her head and saw him, quite surprised.

"This humble servant greets Princess Chang Le." Chen Jiu bowed again, thinking to himself: Is Princess Chang Le really as rumored, fond of both men and women? That won't do, Miss Chang Le is the heir apparent, and he won't allow others to covet her.

"You didn't stay by your prince's side, so how did you end up here?" Princess Chang Le asked in surprise as she released Zhi Wan.

"My young master has ordered me to protect Miss Chen," Chen Jiu said, bowing his head.

Upon hearing this, Princess Chang Le glanced thoughtfully at Zhi Wan, "Your cousin is really taking great care of you, even assigning you his trusted guards."

“My cousin treats me like a younger sister and usually takes good care of me,” Zhiwan said honestly.

"Sister?" Princess Chang Le's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, a playful glint in her eyes. "I think not?"

Zhiwan was taken aback.

"Let's go, I'm hungry, let's go to the Baiwei Restaurant you mentioned." Princess Chang Le grasped her wrist and pulled her into her carriage.

Upon seeing this, Chen Jiu was greatly alarmed. "Your Highness, the weather is hot and humid. It might make you uncomfortable if my cousin shares a carriage with you. I'll drive the carriage myself..."

"Chen Jiu, is your distrust of me your intention, or your young master's? Am I some kind of monster that would devour your cousin?" Princess Chang Le interrupted him unhappily.

Chen Jiu thought to himself: You are more terrifying than a flood or a ferocious beast. My cousin is pure and innocent. If you were to defile her, I would have to atone with my death for the young master.

He replied sheepishly, "That's not what I meant."

Princess Chang Le snorted coldly, ignored him, and led Zhi Wan into the carriage.

Just as Chen Jiu was about to rush to catch the carriage, he suddenly heard Princess Chang Le's ambiguous words coming from inside the carriage: "Your skin is as smooth as cream, I am very pleased."

Chen Jiu staggered and almost fell.

Oh no! The young master hasn't even touched her yet, but Princess Chang Le beat him to it. Will the young master blame him for not taking good care of her?
Inside the carriage, Zhiwan awkwardly withdrew her hand, saying, "Your Highness, please forgive my rudeness."

Princess Chang Le gave her a half-smile, then suddenly leaned close to her neck, took a light sniff, and praised, "It smells like a delicate orchid! It's very pleasant!"

Zhiwan's lips twitched slightly, and she deeply suspected that this princess really had some unspeakable fetish.

"Your Highness smells wonderful, very pleasant," she complimented.

"That's still not as fragrant as the scent on you," Princess Chang Le said dismissively.

Zhiwan: "..."

Fortunately, Princess Chang Le stopped teasing her after that.

Princess Chang Le rubbed her forehead and said, "I got up early today because of you, and I still have a headache."

Zhiwan felt a little guilty, "Your Highness has really gone to a lot of trouble..."

Before she could finish speaking, Princess Chang Le rested her head on her lap.

"If I rest my head on a beauty's lap, my headache might get better."

(End of this chapter)