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

Shui Rong wrapped his arms around Qin Keqing's waist, tightening his grip on her and holding her even closer.

He seemed afraid that the soft figure in his arms might feel even slightly unhappy because of the wedding conversation they had just had.

He looked down at the stray hairs at the temples of the woman in his arms, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—guilt for Daiyu, consideration of power struggles, and deep affection for the woman in his arms.

He nodded frankly, his voice gentle yet tinged with seriousness:

"It was a marriage personally arranged by my elder brother, and with the court's etiquette in place, I had no way to refuse."

Qin Keqing leaned against his warm chest, and upon hearing his words, the probing in her eyes vanished instantly, leaving only a gentle and shy expression.

She tilted her head slightly, her soft hair brushing against his clothes, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood, her voice so soft it could melt water:

"Your Highness need not explain to me; I was merely curious."

She raised her hand, her slender fingertips like scallions, and gently traced the lines of his shirt, then softly said...

"I met Miss Lin at the Jia residence before. She is exceptionally beautiful and talented, and is a perfect match for Your Highness."

Having said that, a mischievous shyness suddenly appeared in her eyes, and her slender, boneless waist swayed gently in his arms.

A warm breath brushed against his neck, carrying a deadly allure, as she whispered seductively:

"However... Miss Lin is still young and not yet of marriageable age. Your Highness is all alone, and if there is any need... I am willing to share your burden."

The tenderness and implications in these words were naturally clear to Shui Rong.

He looked down at the flushed cheeks of the woman in his arms, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, feeling the warmth and gentleness emanating from her.

A warmth filled his heart, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead, his voice carrying a solemn promise:

"My dear, don't be impatient. Wait until the engagement ceremony with Daiyu is successfully completed, and until your three-year prayer period is over."

"I will inform my elder brother, the Emperor, and we will bring you into our household in a grand and glorious manner, so that you can stay by my side every day. Is that alright?"

A look of surprise instantly flashed in Qin Keqing's eyes, and she nodded vigorously.

Her cheek pressed tightly against his chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, her voice trembling with a sob of tenderness:

"Yes! I will follow Your Highness's arrangements in everything, no matter how long it takes, I will be willing."

Shui Rong nodded in satisfaction, raised her hand to gently comb her wind-blown hair, and brushed her slightly cool cheek with her fingertips, her movements extremely gentle.

He sighed inwardly—Daiyu's desire for a lifelong, monogamous relationship was an unattainable luxury in this era of intertwined imperial power and strict etiquette.

Moreover, he met Qin Keqing first, and they already had an inextricable bond of marriage.

His ambition to ascend the throne also prevented him from focusing on just one person.

Perhaps I was just too greedy.

He tightened his arms, holding Qin Keqing even closer in his embrace. The faint scent of sandalwood and perfume emanating from her body filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but ask softly:

"Qing'er, let me ask you, if it is ultimately proven that you are indeed Grand Secretary Qin's daughter, will you still willingly marry me?"

Qin Keqing's cheeks were already flushed from his embrace, surrounded by his scent, and her heart was already fluttering. She noticed the subtle changes in him.

She looked up, her eyes filled with a charming reproach, her voice soft and gentle:

"What's wrong, my good prince? Are you reluctant to part with Qing'er?"

Shui Rong chuckled softly, raised his hand and gently patted her soft buttocks, his tone carrying a hint of teasing yet seriousness:

"Yes, my Qing'er is so beautiful and alluring, I can't bear to part with her."

That's absolutely true. Qin Keqing's beauty was among the best, even among the many beauties of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling.

How could he not be moved by such gentle and submissive nature, coupled with a captivating charm?

"Your Highness..."

Qin Keqing let out a soft cry and leaned against him, her soft breasts pressed tightly against his clothes, and she whispered in his ear.

Her soft lips gently kissed his earlobe, feeling it flush instantly, before she whispered a soft murmur, her voice as gentle as spring water.

"Qing'er loves Your Highness so much. Ever since you saved me at Tianxiang Tower, Qing'er has been unable to leave Your Highness."

The warm breath and soft kiss made Shui Rong feel hot all over. Hearing such a tender and seductive voice, a surge of heat instantly rose in her lower abdomen.

Qin Keqing naturally noticed his change, her eyes gleaming with even more allure, and she said sweetly:

"Your Highness, you're thinking of something bad again. This is a sacred Buddhist site."

Shui Rong lowered his head and kissed her cheek fiercely, lingering and caressing her until her cheeks were flushed red.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Luckily, this is a Buddhist temple. Otherwise, I would have shown you how powerful your prince is, like what happened at the other courtyard last time."

Upon hearing the word "last time," Qin Keqing's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

Recalling that day's passionate lovemaking, I felt my hands go weak and my legs ache slightly.

She gave him a playful glare, her voice tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and dependence:

"Hmph, so Your Highness still doesn't dare to bully Qing'er, does he?"

As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed gently. Her soft breasts trembled before his eyes, and her snow-white skin dazzled him.

Shui Rong felt a heat on the tip of her nose, and a warm liquid slowly flowed out, dripping onto Qin Keqing's bulging chest, spreading a small patch of glaring red.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Qin Keqing noticed the abnormality on her chest and quickly looked up. She immediately saw that Shui Rong's nose was bleeding and her eyes were full of panic and worry. She reached out to wipe it.

Shui Rong's face flushed, and he quickly and gently placed her on the bed before turning around and running outside.

A cold wind suddenly swept over him, but it did nothing to quell the heat inside his body. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his nose haphazardly with his sleeve, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

Qin Keqing also quickly followed, wearing only a thin outer robe. The red dot on her chest stood out against the plain fabric, making her extremely alluring.

She gently hugged Shui Rong's waist from behind, pressed her cheek against his back, and said in a charmingly seductive voice, "Your Highness, are you shy?"

As she spoke, she gently pinched the muscles on his side with her fingertips, then said softly, "Or is it that Your Highness is overcome with lust and can't resist?"

Shui Rong dared not turn around, afraid that if he saw her charming appearance, he would lose control of himself.

He suppressed the burning desire in his heart, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Qing'er, it's cold outside, you should go back inside. Besides, if you keep teasing me like this, I really will take you down."

Qin Keqing, however, disobeyed him, gently hooking his knee with her toe, her voice carrying a hint of provocative tenderness:

"Your Highness, how shall I be punished?"

These words completely ignited the restraint in Shui Rong's heart.

He suddenly turned around, grabbed her wrist, pressed her hard against the wooden door behind him, and leaned down to kiss her.

The moment their lips touched, Qin Keqing's breath caught in her throat, then dissipated into soft moans.

She tilted her head slightly, accepting his urgent and burning kiss, and soft, alluring "mmm" sounds escaped her throat, like a kitten.

Shui Rong's kiss deepened, his tongue prying open her teeth and entwining with hers, while the fire in his lower abdomen grew stronger.

He watched as the misty tears welled up in her eyes, and her slightly parted red lips, as if begging for a kiss. He felt an unbearable discomfort all over his body.

He suddenly scooped her up in his arms, strode into the room, and gently placed her on the bed.

His fingertips gently caressed her alluring red lips, his voice terribly hoarse:

"Qing'er, please don't provoke me any further. I'm really afraid I won't be able to control myself."

After saying that, he gently kissed her red lips, with restrained tenderness:

"Qing'er, stay here. During the New Year, I will ask my brother to let you go home and not suffer in the cold in this temple anymore."

Qin Keqing was already lost in passion from his kisses, her cheeks flushed and her breathing rapid.

She reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, her voice trembling with a hint of sobs, "Your Highness, if you can't bear it... then you can't bear it anymore... Qing'er can do it, Qing'er believes in you..."

Shui Rong's heart tightened, and he leaned down to kiss her lips again. This time, there was less restraint and more tenderness.

He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck until she went limp, then lay down beside her.

He held her tightly in his arms, his voice gentle: "I'll just hold you for a little while, okay?"

Qin Keqing nestled obediently into his arms, smelling the faint scent of ambergris on his body and feeling the warmth of his embrace. Her tense body gradually relaxed, and she soon fell asleep with even breathing.

Shui Rong held her like that, feeling the softness and warmth of the person in his arms, until the heat in his body gradually subsided and his heartbeat returned to normal.

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, whispering softly:

"Lazybones, I should go back now. Remember to eat well and don't catch a cold."

Qin Keqing stirred, slowly opening her eyes, which were still moist with the mist of sleep.

She reached out and hugged his waist, asking softly, "Your Highness, you really will marry Qing'er, won't you?"

Shui Rong raised her hand, gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up, then leaned down and kissed her deeply.

The kiss, filled with a domineering promise and intense love, lasted until she was almost breathless before he pulled away slightly.

His voice was deep and firm, carrying the domineering aura unique to princes: "I will definitely marry you. If you dare to like someone else, I will cripple him, understand?"