The Crazy Emperor's Pampered Cousin

Xie Yanzhao had anticipated her reaction. He took her soft earlobe into his mouth and gently kissed it, his voice becoming low and husky.

"How about Jiaojiao gives it to her husband a few more times?"

Setting off for Lingzhou, we may not be able to rest anywhere along the way, nor may we be able to find a suitable opportunity.

Shen Tinghe sensed the change in his body and hurriedly pushed him away, saying, "No..."

Xie Yanzhao had already grasped her hand, guiding her to feel the taut texture of his muscles and the burning heat, his voice low and seductive.

"Soon, Jiaojiao..."

Unfinished words were swallowed between their lips, and the blushing sounds once again faintly pierced through the curtains.

Shen Tinghe wanted to cry but couldn't, and could only feel regret in her turbulent consciousness.

To indulge in lewdness in broad daylight is truly depraved...

A few days later, on a moonlit night, two carriages silently drove out of the palace gates.

This departure from the capital was kept simple. A slightly larger carriage was led by Jing Cang, with Xie Yanzhao and Shen Tinghe sitting inside.

A small car followed behind, driven by Yuan Chi, with Qing Dai and Qing Lan sitting inside, carrying some daily necessities.

The carriage had a simple and unadorned exterior, but the interior was lined with soft cushions and brocade quilts, and the walls were covered with fine velvet. Tea sets and book boxes were fixed on a low table, showing a refined taste in its understated elegance.

Since it was late at night, Shen Tinghe had already snuggled into Xie Yanzhao's arms and fallen asleep.

Her breathing was even and long, and her warm breath brushed against his neck. Xie Yanzhao felt that warmth spread through his blood vessels, stirring up a silent heat.

The warmth and softness of her body filled my arms; was it a blessing or an ordeal?

He lowered his eyes, gently pinched her flushed cheeks with his fingertips, and murmured to himself, "You're sleeping so soundly."

After two days of travel, when the carriage arrived in Bingzhou, Xie Yanzhao immediately ordered someone to rent a quiet residence.

The reason I stayed here was entirely for Shen Tinghe.

Firstly, I was worried that her body couldn't take the strain of traveling for days on end; secondly, I knew she loved to play and wanted to help her relax.

In the study of the mansion, Xie Yanzhao stood by the window, his face as pale as if covered with a layer of frost.

Jing Cang reported in a low voice: "News has come from Lingzhou that Lord Lin has gone missing."

Xie Yanzhao's eyes flickered slightly: "What about the disaster relief funds?"

"It hasn't been found yet. Besides our people, Governor Li has also sent many others to search day and night."

"Send someone to keep a close eye on Li Qu."

Jing Cang was slightly puzzled: "Does Your Highness suspect Lord Li? He is the governor of Lingzhou, and he is undoubtedly responsible for the loss of the disaster relief funds. Moreover, he has been extremely diligent in searching for the funds."

A faint, cold smile flickered across Xie Yanzhao's lips: "They're just crying wolf. They're nothing but a bunch of self-righteous fools."

Jing Cang immediately lowered his head.

His Highness the Crown Prince is almost demonic; in his eyes, ordinary people are like ants.

Since Your Highness says so, then it must be true.

Jing Cang sighed inwardly. His Highness, being in the capital, was able to see through the situation thousands of miles away with just intelligence. It was truly awe-inspiring.

"Send more manpower and find Lin Yao and the disaster relief funds as soon as possible." Xie Yanzhao's tone was calm, but every word was solemn.

"Yes."

Just then, a series of light footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by a clear voice calling out, "Husband! Husband!"

Shen Tinghe, dressed in a jade-green silk dress, swept into the study like a spring breeze, her skirt brushing against the threshold, radiating a lively and vibrant energy.

Jing Cang bowed: "Crown Princess."

When she entered, Xie Yanzhao had already opened his arms naturally. Shen Tinghe smiled and threw herself into his embrace, looking up at him: "I want to go out for a walk."

Xie Yanzhao's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of indulgence flashed in his eyes.

His Yuan Yuan has never been able to be kept at home. If he tries to restrain her, this spoiled brat will probably throw a tantrum.

"Okay," he said, stroking her hair, "but you can't wear this."

Shen Tinghe was puzzled and looked down at herself: "This outfit looks great on me, I really like it."

Xie Yanzhao remained silent, only watching her quietly, his eyes revealing a clear determination: she could not leave the house unless she changed her clothes.

I'm changing it because it looks good.

Shen Tinghe puffed out her cheeks, but in order to go out and play, she turned around and went back to change her clothes.

Not long after, she floated back like a butterfly, twirling lightly in front of Xie Yanzhao: "How about this outfit? Doesn't this look good too?"

She wore a cherry blossom pink satin dress, which made her skin look as fair as snow and as delicate as a flower just beginning to bloom.

Xie Yanzhao put down his pen, his brows furrowing slightly.

It wasn't the clothes; it was his Yuan Yuan. She looked good in everything, always eye-catching. He suddenly didn't want her to go out anymore.

"Jing Cang," he ordered calmly, "bring a veiled hat."

Jing Cang brought it over quickly.

Xie Yanzhao took it and personally put it on Shen Tinghe. The light veil fell down, covering her bright face.

"Don't take it off," he whispered in her ear, looking down. "You're only allowed to leave for two hours. Even a moment later..."

His breath brushed against her ear, his voice low but clear: "If you're a moment late, I'll spank you when you get back."

Shen Tinghe's ears burned with embarrassment and anger. She lifted her foot and stepped on his satin boots, leaving a shallow mark.

"Tyrant!" She glared at him, then turned and ran outside.

Xie Yanzhao paused, looking at the small footprint on the shoe, a helpless smile flashing in his eyes.

After a long pause, he said, as if to himself, "Am I spoiling her too much?"

Jing Cang lowered his head silently and did not reply.

Your Highness, haven't you always treated the Crown Princess this way? And when you said that, could you please tone down the smile in your eyes...?

Shen Tinghe led Qingdai and Qinglan out the door.

This was her first time visiting a place outside the capital, and everything she saw was new and exciting.

The atmosphere of Bingzhou's streets and alleys is somewhat different from that of the capital. The hawkers' cries carry the straightforwardness of the north, the shop banners flutter in the wind, and even the smell of cooking smoke seems more rustic.

She walked along, stopping frequently, when she was suddenly drawn to a dough figurine stall.

The old craftsman was skillful; many dough figurines he had already sculpted were stuck on the cutting board, including a general holding a halberd, a female opera singer with flowing sleeves, and a lovable boy holding a carp, each one lifelike.

Shen Tinghe immediately spotted a fairy-like mask dressed in a turquoise dress, striking a dancing pose, and pointed at it, saying, "Boss, I'll take this one."

Almost at the same moment, another clear male voice rang out from the side: "Boss, I want this."

Shen Tinghe turned her head at the sound and saw a young man in a lake-blue brocade robe standing half a step away.

He was tall and slender, with a handsome face, and exuded the refined and elegant demeanor of a young master from a noble family.

Behind the man was a young woman, who was also wearing a pink dress, the style of which was quite similar to that of Shen Tinghe's.

However, even though Shen Tinghe wore a veil and her face was half-hidden behind the light gauze, her pure and noble aura could not be concealed.

With a slender waist and a jade-like neck, she stands still like a flower with dew on a branch, and moves like a willow swaying in the wind under the moon.

In comparison, the girl in pink appeared much more plain-looking, and her clothes were also deliberately stiff and formal.

At this moment, the girl in pink's gaze, filled with scrutiny and barely concealed wariness, fell upon Shen Tinghe.