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

The moonlight, like water, shone down on the two of them.

Nestled in his arms, Su Yaoyao could clearly feel the tension in his arm muscles, hear his steady, powerful heartbeat, and smell the refreshing sandalwood scent emanating from him.

At this moment, however, it was mixed with the sulfurous smell of the hot spring, and a kind of masculine, restrained heat.

A wicked thought crept into her lips.

Unconsciously, her finger traced a light line across the back of his neck.

Xiao Chenyuan paused in his steps.

"Su Yaoyao," his voice was even hoarseer, "what exactly do you want to do?"

"This humble woman has no desire to do anything." Su Yaoyao raised her face, her eyes shining like stars in the moonlight.

"This humble woman simply... wishes to see Your Highness more."

Xiao Chenyuan didn't say anything, but quickened his pace.

We arrived at Lanyue Pavilion quickly.

He carried her into the courtyard, went straight into the bedroom, and placed her on the bed.

The movements remained gentle, yet clearly restrained.

"Get some rest." He turned to leave.

"Your Highness," Su Yaoyao tugged at his sleeve, "your clothes are still wet."

Xiao Chenyuan paused in his steps.

"Chuntao," Su Yaoyao called out.

"Go and fetch a clean set of clothes."

Chuntao responded and left.

Only two people remained inside.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the two figures facing each other.

Su Yaoyao sat on the edge of the bed, her outer robe loosely draped over her body.

Xiao Chenyuan stood by the window, his back to her, looking at the night outside.

His back remained upright, but his slightly reddened ears betrayed his current state of mind.

"Your Highness," Su Yaoyao said softly.

"Why did you come here just now?"

Xiao Chenyuan remained silent for a moment before slowly saying:

"As asked by the teacher..."

Su Yaoyao smiled: "Just at the teacher's request?"

Looking at her bright smiling face, Xiao Chenyuan suddenly asked:

"What would you have done if I hadn't come today?"

"Didn't I already say?" Su Yaoyao tilted her head. "I was prepared."

"That little bit of sleeping potion?" Xiao Chenyuan frowned slightly. "Su Yaoyao, you underestimate men too much."

"This humble woman did not underestimate men." Su Yaoyao stood up and walked to him. "This humble woman simply... trusted Your Highness."

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the candlelight:

"I know Your Highness will come."

Xiao Chenyuan's Adam's apple bobbed.

Her eyes were so bright and clear, like a mirror, reflecting his current disheveled state.

"You're so..." His voice trailed off, "So certain?"

"Mmm." Su Yaoyao nodded, reaching out to gently touch his soaked clothes.

"Because Your Highness gave me Buddhist prayer beads, because Your Highness said...you would protect me."

Her fingertips touched his burning skin.

Both of them paused for a moment.

"Your Highness." Su Yaoyao's hand slowly moved upwards, stroking his neck and stopping at his slightly moving Adam's apple.

"Your body... has moved again."

Her fingertips were cool, and her eyes were full of undisguised, naked temptation.

Xiao Chenyuan grabbed her hand.

This time, he didn't let go immediately.

His palms were burning hot and his grip was so strong that he almost crushed her wrist.

But his eyes... were so deep they seemed to draw you in.

"Su Yaoyao," his voice was hoarse, "do you know how dangerous this is?"

"Danger?" Su Yaoyao smiled, a smile both alluring and innocent. "But didn't Your Highness say... you would protect me?"

As she spoke, her fingertips slowly moved down, tracing the wet fabric of his clothes, and stopping at his waist and abdomen.

There, the muscles were tense.

Xiao Chenyuan tightened his fingertips,

The grip was so strong that it made her wrist ache.

But Su Yaoyao looked up at him with a gleam in her eyes, her gaze unwavering.

Eyes facing each other.

"Su Yaoyao." He slowly leaned down, getting closer to her. "I'll say it one last time—"

"Enough is enough."

His breath brushed against her cheek, hot and heavy.

The two were very close, close enough to see their reflections in each other's eyes.

Su Yaoyao did not back down; instead, she met his gaze.

"What if I say no?"

Xiao Chenyuan's gaze suddenly deepened.

He looked at her for a long time, then suddenly let go of her hand.

"Then... whatever you say."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away.

Su Yaoyao was left standing there, watching his departing figure, and slowly curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

Let her be?

Your Highness...

Don't regret it.

Outside the window, the moonlight was perfect.

Su Yaoyao took off her large outer robe, revealing the moon-white silk nightgown underneath.

The fabric is light and thin, soaked in the steam of the hot spring, clinging to the body in a semi-wet, semi-transparent way, outlining breathtaking curves.

She walked to the bronze mirror and looked at herself in it.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes sparkled, and her lips were a deep red.

And on my wrist... that string of sandalwood prayer beads.

She gently stroked the beads, her smile deepening.

Knew it.

The Buddhist disciple was moved...

More alluring than ordinary people.

And she...

He should be like a lotus, blooming only for her.

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After returning to Qingxin Spring, a certain prince soaked in the icy water for a full hour.

Until Ling Feng couldn't help but knock on the door:

"Master, it's time...it's time to get up..."

Xiao Chenyuan slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were filled with darkness.

A bone-chilling cold instantly swept over his body, but the fire in his chest... remained burning hot.

He lowered his eyes, looking at his soaked undershirt clinging to his body, outlining the taut lines of his muscles.

And... somewhere, an unmissable outline that reveals desire.

He closed his eyes and laughed self-deprecatingly.

He rubbed his empty wrist.

There should have been a string of Buddhist prayer beads there.

Now, it's on someone else's wrist.

And that person...

He closed his eyes, but what came to mind was the faint outline of her curves beneath her soaked clothes, the mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked up at him, and the cool touch of her fingertips as they brushed against his skin.

The Buddha said, "Form is emptiness."

But at this moment...

It can't be empty.

He exhaled slowly, his voice as low as a sigh:

"What a...worry."