Prince Bei Jing of the Red Chamber, starting from saving Qin Keqing

As dawn broke, the light streamed through the carved windows into the inner room, casting dappled shadows on the brocade quilt.

As Shui Rong slowly awoke, the moment her consciousness returned, she felt the warm, soft jade in her arms, its touch as delicate as silk.

Looking down, Qin Keqing was fast asleep, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings covering her eyelids, her breathing even and long.

Those lips, which were originally rosy, were now even more swollen and red, showing the marks of being repeatedly caressed last night;

Looking again at her fair wrist exposed outside the quilt, a faint red mark had not yet faded; it was a mark left by him when he couldn't control himself last night.

Looking at all this, Shui Rong felt both a pang of guilt and an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

He couldn't help but tighten his arms, holding the person in his arms even closer. The unique, elegant fragrance emanating from her body filled his nostrils, a blend of virginal allure and a touch of perfume, making his heart flutter.

"You must have had a very hard night last night," Shui Rong murmured softly, her voice hoarse from just waking up, full of tenderness.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her swollen red lips, his movements so gentle as if afraid of disturbing her sweet dream. Then he moved to kiss her fair earlobe, his warm breath spraying against her ear, causing the person in his arms to shiver slightly.

They embraced quietly for a moment. Shui Rong felt the soft body in her arms. Although she felt a sense of longing, she no longer had the surging desire of the previous night.

After all, the passionate encounters last night had already released all the pent-up anger from the past few days.

However, a man's hands are never at rest.

Watery hands slowly roamed over her smooth back, feeling her delicate, porcelain-like skin, their fingertips carrying a hint of probing and lingering affection.

Just then, the person in my arms fluttered their eyelashes slightly and slowly opened their eyes.

When Qin Keqing woke up, the first thing she saw was Shui Rong's handsome and gentle face, and his chest so close to hers.

Realizing that she was nestled unprotected in Shui Rong's arms, two red clouds instantly rose to her cheeks, quickly spreading to her ears.

Memories of last night flooded back like a tide, those incredibly intimate scenes making her wish she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She never expected that the Prince of Bei Jing, who was known for his gentle and refined manners, would be so wild and passionate when he was aroused, so insatiably demanding and loving.

At this moment, she felt weak and powerless all over, as if her limbs and bones had been disassembled and reassembled, especially her waist and the back of her legs, which were filled with an indescribable soreness and fatigue.

However, despite feeling shy and physically exhausted, I also felt a touch of indescribable emotion.

Last night, despite the intense emotions, Shui Rong managed to restrain herself at the last moment, upholding her bottom line and refraining from consummating their relationship.

It should be noted that he was one of the most esteemed princes of the Great Yin Dynasty. To be able to do this under such circumstances of confusion and infatuation is enough to show how much he cherished and respected himself.

Thinking this way, Qin Keqing's initially flustered heart gradually calmed down.

Instead of struggling to leave, she buried her head deeply in Shui Rong's arms, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.

The thumping of her heart felt like a gentle tap on her soul, making her feel incredibly grounded and at ease.

She raised her head, her large, watery eyes gazing tenderly at Shui Rong, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, her voice soft and sweet, with a touch of lazy huskiness:

"Your Highness, are you... feeling angry again?"

As she spoke, her slender, jade-like hand boldly reached down and gently placed on his lower abdomen. Her fingertips, through the thin inner garment, slowly drew circles with a hint of tentative ambiguity.

Shui Rong's breath hitched. He grabbed her mischievous hand, gritting his teeth yet smiling, "Little vixen, trying to trick me this morning?"

Qin Keqing raised her face, her eyes sparkling, and her lips curved into a very slight smile: "I was just afraid... that Your Highness... would be uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she gently pulled away from Shui Rong's hand, her fingertips slowly tracing upwards along his waistline, drawing invisible lines on his chest.

That fleeting moment resembled a bewitching enchantress; Shui Rong's Adam's apple bobbed, and her eyes darkened.

He grabbed her waist with his other hand, pulling her closer to him, his voice low and husky: "If you keep doing this, I really won't be able to hold back anymore."

Qin Keqing blinked, feigning innocence, but lightly tapped his chest with her finger: "So what if you can't help it? Your Highness isn't going to eat me, is he?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shui Rong suddenly lowered his head and bit her soft cheek hard. It wasn't a hard bite, but it made her cry out "Ah!" and playfully push him away, saying, "Your Highness is bullying me!"

Shui Rong was stunned by her sudden action, and her desire, which had subsided, showed signs of rekindling.

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on her, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity and domineering: "Just wait, one day, I will definitely marry you with great pomp and circumstance, and let you see the power of your prince."

Upon hearing this, Qin Keqing felt a warmth in her heart, and her blush deepened.

She didn't speak, but just quietly looked at Shui Rong, her clear eyes shimmering with tenderness and longing.

After a long while, she gently opened her lips, her voice soft yet firm: "Okay."

To hide her shyness and to tease him, Qin Keqing stuck out her pink tongue and gently licked her dry lips. The action carried a hint of unconscious seduction, but it made Shui Rong's eyes darken.

Shui Rong closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the surging anger within her. Her voice was a little hoarse:

"Little vixen, if you keep doing this... I really will..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Keqing leaned in and pressed her warm lips against his, kissing him clumsily yet passionately.

At the same time, she wrapped her arms around Shui Rong's neck, pressing herself tightly against him, her body trembling slightly, yet carrying a hint of stubborn initiative.

Shui Rong felt a warmth on his lips, and his mind went blank. His reason was instantly overwhelmed by the soft touch. He originally wanted to push her away, but in her slightly trembling embrace, he couldn't help but deepen the kiss.

Their breaths mingled, and Qin Keqing found it hard to breathe. She gently pushed against his chest, but Shui Rong wouldn't let her go easily. He simply pulled back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice low and husky:

"You're playing with fire, you know that?"

Qin Keqing's cheeks flushed red, but her eyes held a hint of cunning: "Then, Your Highness... are you afraid of fire?"

Shui Rong stared at her for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "I am not afraid of fire, I am only afraid of burning you."

Qin Keqing felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but pretended not to understand, gently tracing circles on his shoulder with her fingers: "Then Your Highness... do you want to extinguish this fire, or... let it burn even brighter?"

Shui Rong was so enraged by her words that she almost lost control of herself.

He suddenly flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, but stopped at the last moment, simply looking at her with eyes as deep as the sea: "You little vixen, you're getting better and better at seducing people."

Qin Keqing felt a little breathless under his weight, but she still stubbornly raised her face to meet his gaze: "This concubine only seduces... Your Highness."

Shui Rong was shocked, and all her anger seemed to be soothed by those words at that moment.

He lowered his head and gently pecked her lips, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness: "You're such a troublesome little devil. I... I'm going to wash up now."

After saying that, he sat up from the bed in a disheveled state, quickly grabbed the clothes next to him to cover his body, and fled the inner room as if he were escaping.

Watching Shui Rong's slightly flustered back, Qin Keqing couldn't help but chuckle. Her laughter was crisp and carried a hint of smugness.

After laughing, a gentle smile appeared on her face, her heart filled with deep emotion.

She was naturally aware of the rules of the Dayin Dynasty.

If a prince has an affair with a woman before marriage and the woman becomes pregnant, the child born will not be eligible to inherit the title.

The title of Prince of Beijing is a hereditary title, with the eldest son succeeding to the throne and the other sons also being granted the title of Prince of the County.

Shui Rong's restraint last night was clearly for her sake, so that if she had a child in the future, she could have a legitimate identity.

How could she not be moved by such a gesture?

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door, and then several well-dressed old women came in.

With respectful smiles on their faces, they curtsied to Qin Keqing: "Miss Qin, the Prince has instructed us to take your measurements so that we can make you a few sets of everyday clothes."

Qin Keqing composed herself and, with a flushed face, got up from the bed with the help of the nannies, letting them measure her figure.

Meanwhile, Shui Rong sat in the study, holding a slightly cool cup of tea, but did not drink it.

He leaned back in his chair, his mind filled with Qin Keqing's charming and shy appearance, as well as the various beautiful scenes from last night.

"This little vixen is getting better and better at seducing people," Shui Rong murmured to herself, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips, her eyes filled with tenderness.

This is probably what they call being infatuated and confused.