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

The Buddhist hall is located behind the bamboo grove at the deepest part of the East Palace.

The night breeze rustled through the bamboo leaves.

Su Yaoyao carried a small palace lantern in her hand and wore only a plain-colored cloak.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the Buddhist hall,

A cool, refreshing sandalwood scent wafted over.

The Buddhist hall was dimly lit, with only a few lamps burning.

The hall was very simple and serene, with no Buddhist shrines inside.

Incense smoke curled from the altar, prayer flags hung on both sides, and a gray-blue prayer mat was laid on the ground.

Xiao Chenyuan knelt on a prayer mat with his back to the door, a Buddhist scripture spread out in front of him.

He wore a plain white undergarment, his dark hair loose and casually draped over his shoulders.

Su Yaoyao didn't say anything, she just stood quietly by the door watching him.

The candlelight cast a faint golden rim around him. Amidst the swirling smoke, his profile was serene and otherworldly, as if he might ascend to immortality at any moment.

But she,

They insisted on dragging him down to earth.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Chenyuan slowly opened his eyes, but did not turn around.

"Here I am," he said calmly.

Su Yaoyao closed the door.

She walked towards him barefoot, the silver bells on her ankles making a soft, tinkling sound.

Stopped behind Xiao Chenyuan

"Your Highness, close your eyes and turn around."

Xiao Chenyuan's eyelashes trembled, and he actually listened to her, turned around, and closed his eyes.

Su Yaoyao took out a crimson silk ribbon from her sleeve—

The next moment, Xiao Chenyuan felt a pair of slightly cool hands wrap around him and tie his wrists together with the ribbon, one circle, two circles...

The ribbon was slippery and not tied very tightly, but it was enough to temporarily restrict his movements.

Xiao Chenyuan's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

"What are you doing?" His voice remained calm, but carried a barely perceptible hoarseness.

Su Yaoyao chuckled softly in his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe:

"I'm afraid Your Highness might not have enough composure and might disturb my dancing later."

Su Yaoyao then stepped back and stopped three steps behind Xiao Chenyuan.

He removed his cloak.

The pale white outer garment slipped down gently, revealing the red gauze dress underneath—a gift from Anar.

The crimson veil, as thin as a cicada's wing, could barely cover anything.

The neckline was extremely low, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and rounded, full breasts;

Her waist was cinched so tightly that it outlined her stunning curves;

The skirt only reached her thighs, below which were a pair of straight and slender legs, with delicate gold chains tied around her ankles, adorned with small bells.

The moment Xiao Chenyuan's gaze fell on her, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the fingers holding the prayer beads tightened sharply—but because his wrists were bound, he could only clench his fists in vain.

The light from the ever-burning lamp flickered, enveloping her in a hazy glow.

Her body curves were fully revealed beneath the gauze dress; she had a slender waist, a full chest, and long legs.

The sound of the silver bells seemed to strike his heart.

Xiao Chenyuan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, the crimson ribbon on his wrist was dazzling in the candlelight, and his breathing became noticeably heavier.

Su Yaoyao acted as if she hadn't seen it.

Then, she raised her hand and pulled out the white jade hairpin from her hair.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall.

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, a smile playing on her lips: "Your Highness, this dance has no music, so please watch carefully."

After she finished speaking, she slowly raised her hand.

There were no drumbeats, no piano music. Only the delicate, crisp sound of silver bells on her ankles.

She jumped very slowly.

Unlike the fervor of a palace banquet, it was an extreme display of tenderness and lingering affection.

The gauze dress swayed gently with her movements, sometimes clinging to her body and outlining her breathtaking curves;

Sometimes it lifts up, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.

Each time she raised her hand, the gauze sleeve slipped down, revealing her entire fair arm.

With each turn, the gauze dress clung to her waist, revealing her incredibly slender figure.

Each time she bent over, her neckline opened slightly, revealing a glimpse of her breasts and a deep cleavage.

She danced before her Buddha.

Amidst the swirling sandalwood incense...

This is not dancing.

It's a temptation.

A naked, undisguised temptation, exclusively for him.

Xiao Chenyuan remained kneeling on the prayer mat.

The Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist rattled as he squeezed them, as if they were about to break at any moment.

His Adam's apple bobbed constantly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Su Yaoyao deliberately leaned down even lower, her snow-white skin wrapped in red gauze almost touching his face.

The delicate fragrance, mingled with the warmth of her skin, seeped into his very being.

She walked barefoot on the cold floor tiles, step by step, the bells jingling softly, until she reached him.

She leaned forward, her hands resting on the prayer mat beside him, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, the ends almost brushing his cheeks before quickly pulling away as she rose...

Just as she leaned down again, the red veil brushing against his lips—

"Rip—"

The hands bound by the crimson ribbon suddenly broke free!

The ribbon snapped instantly!

Freed from his restraints, Xiao Chenyuan reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Pull hard.

Su Yaoyao exclaimed in surprise as she was pulled into his arms.

The prayer cushion was knocked askew, and the prayer beads in her hand scattered all over the floor with a clattering sound in the quiet Buddhist hall.

A crimson gauze dress and a plain white undergarment were disheveled and overlapping, while dark hair was entangled with sandalwood incense.

Xiao Chenyuan gripped her waist, pressing her tightly against his chest, his voice hoarse and broken:

"...That's enough."

She slumped onto his lap, clearly feeling the change in his genitals.

She looked up and saw a chilling red tinge at the corners of his eyes.

"Your Highness,"

Her voice was soft and seductive, tinged with the slight panting of a dancer, as her fingertips traced his burning neck, "You've torn all the red silk I prepared..."

"This thing," Xiao Chenyuan gripped her waist, pressing her tightly against his chest, their bodies pressed close together, their breaths mingling, "you think... it will be useful to me?"

Su Yaoyao looked up and saw his eyes, which were so close to hers and swirling with dark fire, and suddenly smiled.

He smiled slyly and triumphantly.

"So, Your Highness..." She reached out, her fingertips lightly tracing his burning lips, "prefers to do things yourself."

"Su Yaoyao, do you know..."

His voice was terribly hoarse, and his arm around her was so tight it hurt.

"Where is this place?"

"I know." Su Yaoyao wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself closer to him, her breath sweet as orchids.

"The Buddhist hall. A place for His Highness to cultivate his mind."

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his earlobe, her breath soft and airy.

"I just want to know... can Your Highness find peace here?"

Su Yaoyao saw fine beads of sweat appear on his forehead, sliding down his taut jawline and disappearing into his slightly open collar.

She stuck out her tongue and provocatively licked his lower lip.

"Doesn't Your Highness like it?"

Xiao Chenyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The next second, the world spun around.

He suddenly pushed her to the ground...

The prayer cushion was knocked aside, and Buddhist scriptures were scattered to the side.

The cold, hard blue brick floor of the Buddhist hall made Su Yaoyao's back ache slightly, but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation brought by the person's scalding body temperature on her back.

Xiao Chenyuan leaned against her, staring down at her. The desires that had been suppressed for who knows how long burned like wildfire, making his eyes bloodshot.

"Su Yaoyao..."

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a sense of resigned helplessness.

"You really are..."

"What is it?" Su Yaoyao raised an eyebrow, reaching out to touch his taut waist and abdomen; his abdominal muscles were extremely tight, their lines alluring.

Before he could finish speaking, he kissed her fiercely.