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

Su Yaoyao wanted to go forward and find out what was going on—she was determined to settle old scores with this eccentric guy today!

And for some reason, she felt as if she were being pulled by something.

She had no choice but to go back...

The dark blue figure appeared and disappeared in the crowd, as if teasing her, completely unaware that the surrounding streets and alleys were becoming increasingly secluded.

By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late.

That familiar, sweet aroma had somehow already filled the air.

In the last second before her consciousness faded, only one thought occupied her mind—

It’s over.

This time... someone is probably going to be furious again... and might really lock her in the East Palace, so she can never leave the palace again.

Her body went limp, and she fell straight to the ground. The last thing she saw was He Qing's smiling peach blossom eyes and a hand with distinct knuckles reaching out to her.

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When I woke up again, I was in a bumpy carriage.

Su Yaoyao opened her eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the dim light. She propped herself up and sat up, her head still heavy, as if stuffed with a wad of wet cotton.

"Master is awake?"

A smiling voice came from the other side.

Su Yaoyao looked up and saw He Qing leaning against the carriage wall. His excessively handsome face looked somewhat eerie in the swaying light and shadow of the carriage curtain.

He looked up at her, his peach blossom eyes shimmering with tenderness. "Did you sleep well, Master?"

Su Yaoyao propped herself up and sat up, forcing herself to calm down.

She didn't rush to shout or panic; she just stared at him coldly.

"Heqing, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Her voice was steady, even tinged with sarcasm:

"You kidnapped me for no reason... You don't want your life anymore?"

He Qing chuckled softly and pushed a cup of warm tea in front of her: "Master, please don't be angry. Have some tea to soothe your throat."

Su Yaoyao didn't touch the cup of tea.

He Qing wasn't annoyed. He took a sip himself and then said leisurely:

"Master, I told you long ago—your Crown Prince isn't as virtuous as he seems. He practices Buddhism... only because he feels guilty and has done wrong..."

He leaned closer, his voice low and seductive:

"A person who has done wrong doesn't deserve someone as lovely as you..."

Su Yaoyao's heart tightened, and she raised her hand to push away his hand that was reaching for her cheek:

"Stop talking nonsense. Let me put it this way..."

She sneered, "You're from Liang, aren't you?"

He Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

The carriage was silent for a moment.

He then chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with both admiration and a hint of danger:

"Master is indeed intelligent... nothing can be hidden from you."

He admitted it.

While dealing with him, Su Yaoyao secretly pulled her hand back into her sleeve.

Her fingertips touched the pair of epiphyllum earrings that Chu Qingzi had given her today—one of which was still on her ear when she was unconscious, while the other had rolled into her sleeve pocket.

She quietly groped around, trying to throw the earring out through the gap in the carriage, leaving a clue.

But as soon as she moved her fingers, He Qing firmly grasped her wrist.

He Qing had moved closer without her noticing, prying open her fingers one by one and taking the earring.

He held the tiny epiphyllum flower to his nose, inhaling its fragrance gently, his eyes filled with a suggestive light.

"Master, that's not a good idea~"

He lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his breath warm:

"We're almost at the outskirts of Beijing. He... won't make it."

"I told you," he said, his voice even softer, like a lover's whisper, "I want to take you away. I will treat you well."

He moved even closer, his breath almost hitting her face:

"What he can give you, I can give you too. What he can't give... I can give you too—"

"You can't give it to me." Su Yaoyao interrupted him, her voice turning cold. "What I want is something only he can afford."

He Qing chuckled softly, not angry at all. Instead, he reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"For example? The position of Crown Princess? Wealth and honor? Or..."

He paused, his fingertips gently tracing her collarbone:

"His seemingly aloof demeanor is actually..."

Su Yaoyao was trapped in a small space by him, the two of them extremely close, his sweet fragrance mixed with the man's warm breath, enveloping her completely.

She gritted her teeth, trying to break free, but a strange heat suddenly surged from deep within her body.

The heat came suddenly and intensely, instantly burning her cheeks red and making her breathing erratic.

He Qing noticed her unusual expression, his eyes flickered slightly, and his smile deepened.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Su Yaoyao bit her lip and turned her face away: "What did you do to me this time?"

Her voice trembled, and her body went limp uncontrollably.

He Qing raised an eyebrow, released her wrist, but her fingertips slid up her arm and gently stroked her burning cheek:

"This time, I...didn't do anything."

He moved closer, almost touching her lips, his breath as soft as a feather:

"Could it be... that the master is having an affair with his slave?"

"You—" Su Yaoyao trembled with anger, but the empty itch deep inside her body became clearer and clearer.

She could feel her skin burning, her legs going weak, and even...

He Qing looked at her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing lightly against her earlobe.

"This servant is willing to serve my master... in any way."

Su Yaoyao trembled all over.

She could feel his body temperature, smell the crisp plum blossom scent on his clothes, and see the undisguised predation in his eyes.

She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to stay awake with the pain, but her voice was already incredibly weak:

"Get...out..."

"Heqing," she forced herself to calm down, but her voice trembled uncontrollably, "If you let me go back now, I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" He Qing chuckled, his fingers tracing the fabric of her robe. "Does Master intend to summon the Crown Prince to kill me?"

He paused, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes:

"But does Master know... how much blood is on the hands of your Crown Prince?"

Su Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.

He Qing had already lowered his head.

"Come with me, Master. Leave the capital, leave behind all this strife and grudges. I will cherish you, pamper you, and let you be the most carefree person in the world..."

The carriage suddenly jolted violently.

He Qing paused, looked up at the car window, and frowned slightly.

Seizing the opportunity, Su Yaoyao shoved him away and reached for the car door—

The car door remained completely still.

It's locked.

He Qing snapped out of her daze, looking at her with a hint of helplessness: "Master, don't waste your energy."

He leaned in again, this time with greater force, pulling her directly into his arms:

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight, why don't we..."