The abstinent prince, practicing Buddhism, is seduced by a voluptuous beauty into breaking his vows.

The steam from the hot springs rose like smoke, enveloping the entire pool in a hazy mist.

Su Yaoyao took off her outer garment, wearing only a light lotus-colored bathrobe, and stepped into the pool.

The water temperature was just right; the soaked fabric clung to her body, outlining breathtaking curves.

She loosely tied her long hair up, revealing her slender and graceful neck, with a few strands of hair damp and clinging to her fair skin.

When Su Yun'er saw Su Yaoyao in the pool, she froze.

She knew Su Yaoyao had a good figure, but she never expected it to be... this good.

In the misty steam, Su Yaoyao's bathrobe was half-wet and half-transparent, clinging tightly to her body—her waist was so slender it could be grasped in one hand, her breasts were full and perky, her long legs were straight, and every inch of her skin shone with a warm, pearly luster.

Skin as smooth as ice and bones as white as jade, nothing could compare.

Su Yun'er watched this scene, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

Why... why does this bitch have to be born with a body like that?!

That figure, that skin... even she, a woman, felt her heart race when she saw it, let alone a man.

And she herself... the slender figure she had carefully maintained over the years seemed withered and pale in front of her!

Su Yun'er's eyes reddened as she watched, and she followed him into the water, moving closer to him in a seemingly affectionate manner: "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we sisters have been this close. When we were little..."

"When we were little, my sister always took my things." Su Yaoyao interrupted her, scooping up a handful of water and pouring it on her shoulder. "Clothes, jewelry, snacks... even if Father just glanced at me, my sister would cry and make a fuss."

Su Yun'er's smile froze: "Sister is joking..."

"Whether it's a joke or not, my sister knows perfectly well."

Su Yaoyao turned her head to look at her, water droplets rolling down her delicate jawline and disappearing into the depths of her cleavage.

"But now my sister should be content. The Second Prince, the jade bracelet, Mother's dowry... she has taken everything she should and shouldn't have taken."

Her tone was calm, as if nothing mattered.

Su Yun'er's heart skipped a beat, and she forced a smile, "Sister, are you still angry with me? Actually, the Second Prince and I..."

"Sister, there's no need to explain." Su Yaoyao turned back, closed her eyes, and said, "Everyone has their own destiny. It's just..."

She paused, her voice as soft as a sigh:

"What you steal won't last. Don't you think so, sister?"

Su Yun'er bit her lip and didn't reply.

"What's wrong with your sister?" Su Yaoyao looked up at her, her eyes filled with just the right amount of confusion. "She doesn't look well."

"N-nothing," Su Yun'er forced a smile. "It's just... the water's too hot, it's a bit stuffy. Sister, I'm going out for some fresh air, you can soak for a while."

She was about to get up as she spoke.

Su Yaoyao suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Little sister, you're leaving already? Didn't we agree to go to the hot springs together and get closer?"

Her grip wasn't strong, but Su Yun'er felt as if her wrist had been branded with a hot iron. She hurriedly shook her head away, saying, "I... I really feel a bit stuffy... Sister, you soak first, I'll be right back!"

As she spoke, she stood up, her soaked bathrobe clinging to her body, outlining her slender yet thin figure. It was a stark contrast to Su Yaoyao's full and voluptuous beauty.

Before leaving, Su Yaoyao caught a glimpse of ruthlessness in her eyes.

Su Yaoyao watched her hasty retreating figure, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

She estimated the time, got up from the pool, walked to the bamboo pavilion for changing clothes, and put on another set of clothes that had been prepared in advance—also moon white, also made of silk fabric, but the style was more…daring.

The neckline was extremely low, and the waist tie was loose and limp, as if it would come undone with the slightest tug.

She adjusted her hair in front of the bronze mirror.

Then he stepped back into the pool and leaned against the spot closest to the Moon Cave entrance.

Close your eyes and wait.

The Buddhist prayer beads on my wrist were soaked in hot spring water, warm and cozy, like the temperature of someone's palm.

Sure enough, less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a slight sound came from outside—not Su Yun'er's footsteps, but the sound of a man's boots stepping on the stone slabs.

It was very light, but the pace was deliberately slowed down, as if it were testing the waters.

Su Yaoyao opened her eyes,

coming.

She reached out towards the edge of the pool—where a small porcelain bottle was hidden, containing the medicinal powder that Bailu had prepared for her, which could temporarily induce a state of unconsciousness.

But just as her fingertips touched the porcelain vase, another hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed her wrist with lightning speed!

Su Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to throw the medicine away—

"It is I."

A clear, cool voice rang in my ears.

A warm breath brushed past my ear, carrying the familiar scent of sandalwood.

Su Yaoyao slowly turned her head.

Xiao Chenyuan wore a thin undergarment, which clung to his body due to the moisture, outlining his slender waist and broad shoulders.

His dark hair was unbound and draped over his shoulders. He had clearly come in a hurry.

He was watching her quietly at that moment, his brows slightly furrowed.

Water droplets rolled down her soaked bathrobe. The silk fabric clung to her body, making every curve clearly visible.

His face was very close to hers, close enough that she could see the water droplets clinging to his long eyelashes and feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

"Your Highness..." Su Yaoyao stammered, which was rare for her.

Xiao Chenyuan held her wrist tightly, and with his other hand he gently brushed away the wet strands of hair from her cheek.

His fingertips were slightly cool, and when they touched her burning cheeks, they both paused.

"Su Yaoyao."

He spoke, his voice low and hoarse, tinged with barely perceptible anger, "I allowed you to scheme against others, but I didn't ask you to get yourself involved."

Su Yaoyao suppressed her barely suppressed smile and said in a serious tone,

"Your Highness misunderstands, I was prepared..."

"Ready?"

Xiao Chenyuan interrupted her, his gaze falling on the small porcelain bottle in her hand. "Just this?"

He took the porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and frowned slightly: "A sleeping potion?"

"It's a dish paired with White Dew..."

"Nonsense." Xiao Chenyuan tucked the porcelain bottle into his sleeve, tightening his grip on her wrist.

"Su Yaoyao, aren't you overestimating yourself? No matter how useless Xiao Qiming is, he's still a grown man. If he forces himself on you, what good will your medicine do?!"

His tone carried an unusual anger.

Su Yaoyao stared at him blankly.

In the misty air, his brows and eyes remained aloof, but those eyes... were churning with emotions she had never seen before.

"Your Highness..." she called softly.

Xiao Chenyuan suddenly stepped into the pool and pulled her into his arms!

Caught off guard, Su Yaoyao bumped into his arms.

A warm chest, a strong heartbeat, and the overwhelming scent of sandalwood and hot spring sulfur.

She froze.

Xiao Chenyuan's arms encircled her waist, holding her tightly in his embrace. His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice extremely low:

"Don't move."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Qiming's voice came from outside:

"Yaoyao? Are you in there?"

His voice carried a deliberately suppressed excitement, "Yun'er said you'd wait for me here..."