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

Chapter 119 Don't disturb me while I'm taking a shower!

On the way back to the Yongning Marquis's residence, Xiao Chenyuan never let go of his grip.

The carriage swayed and rocked, and Su Yaoyao leaned against him, able to clearly feel the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, and... the tight grip of his arms.

"Your Highness," she gently poked his chest, "I can't breathe."

Xiao Chenyuan loosened his grip slightly, but didn't let go, looking down at her: "Still afraid?"

Su Yaoyao shook her head, then nodded: "A little bit."

She was indeed frightened today, but she always felt inexplicably safe in his arms.

But seeing Xiao Chenyuan's nervous appearance, she suddenly felt like... acting cute.

Sure enough, Xiao Chenyuan's eyes softened even more, and he lowered his head to kiss her forehead: "You are not allowed to go to the horse farm alone again."

"How can that be?" Su Yaoyao looked up. "I still need to practice riding."

"I'll teach you."

"Your Highness is so busy with state affairs, how could you possibly have the time?"

"We'll squeeze it out, even if it's difficult." Xiao Chenyuan's tone left no room for argument. "It's better than having unrelated people teach it."

Su Yaoyao sensed the sourness in his words and chuckled inwardly, but outwardly remained obedient: "Alright, Your Highness, I'll do as you say."

It was already dusk when the carriage stopped in front of the Marquis's residence.

Su Qingrun returned earlier and was standing at the door waiting, her expression not good. Seeing Xiao Chenyuan carrying Su Yaoyao out of the car, her brows furrowed even more: "How are your injuries?"

"It's nothing, I was just scared," Su Yaoyao quickly said, struggling to get down from Xiao Chenyuan's arms. "Don't worry, brother."

Su Qingrun looked her up and down to make sure she wasn't injured before letting out a sigh of relief. She then looked at Xiao Chenyuan and asked, "Your Highness today..."

"I'll be staying the night," Xiao Chenyuan said matter-of-factly.

Su Qingrun: "..."

He wanted to say that this was against the rules, but looking into his sister's bright eyes, he swallowed the words back.

Oh well, the wedding date is already set, so let them stay if they want.

"Then I'll have someone clean the guest rooms—"

"No need," Xiao Chenyuan interrupted him. "I'll stay with Yaoyao."

Su Qingrun: "..."

His fist hardened.

Su Yaoyao quickly smoothed things over: "Don't worry, brother, my house has a big yard and lots of rooms, it's no problem."

Su Qingrun glared at her, but ultimately waved her hand and said, "Whatever."

Anyway... he can't control it anymore.

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Su Yaoyao's boudoir was completely different from the original owner's cold and simple room.

Since she transmigrated here, and then Su Qingrun inherited the Marquis's mansion, this courtyard has been renovated inside and out.

The layout is open and bright, the furniture is all made of the finest sandalwood, the curtains are made of soft gauze from Jiangnan, and the floor is covered with a thick Persian carpet that makes no sound when you step on it.

The corner display cabinet was filled with all sorts of treasures, some collected by Su Qingrun, some given by the Jiang family, and others that Xiao Chenyuan had brought over one after another.

The most eye-catching thing was the dressing table by the window, which was covered with a dazzling array of jewelry boxes, filled with pearls and jade rings that were almost overflowing.

Xiao Chenyuan had come secretly last time, but this time he looked around carefully, raising an eyebrow slightly: "It's even more comfortable than the Eastern Palace."

Su Yaoyao was having Chuntao prepare hot water for her bath when she heard this and turned around with a smile, "Then Your Highness will come often in the future?"

Xiao Chenyuan walked behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder: "Coming often is not enough, I want to stay forever."

His voice was low, his breath warm against her ear.

Su Yaoyao's ears tingled, and she turned her head to look at him: "Does Your Highness intend to marry into the family?"

"That's not impossible," Xiao Chenyuan said seriously. "Anyway, the Eastern Palace is close by, and I can come here every day after court."

Su Yaoyao was amused by him, turned around and poked his chest: "Dream on. What kind of logic is it for a crown prince to live in a subject's house?"

"Rules are rules." Xiao Chenyuan grasped her hand, kissed it, and said, "I'm willing, who dares to say anything?"

Chun Tao prepared hot water, then tactfully withdrew, closing the door behind her.

Steam rose from behind the screen, and flower petals were sprinkled in the bathtub, filling the air with fragrance.

Su Yaoyao took off her outer robe and was about to unbutton her inner garment when she suddenly felt an intensely hot gaze from behind her.

She turned around and saw Xiao Chenyuan leaning against the screen, staring at her intently.

"What is Your Highness looking at?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Look at my Crown Princess." Xiao Chenyuan walked over and naturally took her hand as she untied her belt.

"I'll help you."

His fingers deftly untied the ribbons, and the inner garment fell open, revealing a light purple bodice underneath. Xiao Chenyuan paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, before continuing to remove the inner garment.

Su Yaoyao didn't hesitate and let him see it openly. Anyway, he had already seen everything he should and shouldn't have seen.

She only wore a bodice and underpants before swatting his hand away: "I'll take care of the rest myself."

Xiao Chenyuan refused to let go, hooking his fingertips around the straps of the bodice and giving it a gentle tug.

The silky fabric slid off.

Su Yaoyao's face flushed, and she subconsciously tried to block him, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Don't block me." Xiao Chenyuan's voice was terribly hoarse. "Let me see."

The candlelight shone through the screen, casting a soft, yellowish glow that bathed her in a honey-colored light.

The marks left behind have faded somewhat, but they are still striking against her snow-white skin.

Xiao Chenyuan's gaze swept over her inch by inch, finally stopping at a faint red mark on her waist—a scrape from when she rolled down the grassy slope earlier that day.

His gaze darkened, and he lightly touched it with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Su Yaoyao said truthfully. "It's just a minor scrape."

Xiao Chenyuan leaned down and gently kissed the red mark.

The warm touch sent a shiver down Su Yaoyao's spine.

"Your Highness..."

"It won't happen again." Xiao Chenyuan raised his head, looking at her, his eyes swirling with emotions she couldn't understand. "I will never let you get hurt again."

Su Yaoyao's heart softened, and she took the initiative to kiss him on the lips: "Okay."

With a soft, fragrant body in his arms, Xiao Chenyuan's eyes darkened. "Shall we shower together?"

Su Yaoyao glared at him, "Do you think this is the Crown Prince's palace? This bathtub of mine is too small to fit two people."

Xiao Chenyuan held her tightly, pressing his ear against her earlobe and saying, "Squeeze in."

"Your Highness! I sweated today and rolled around on the grass, I'm filthy! I need a good bath!"

She was unusually assertive, feeling extremely uncomfortable. How could she possibly enjoy a peaceful shower with this man?

As she spoke, she pushed Xiao Chenyuan out, "You, go shower next door, don't bother me, I'm taking a shower!"

Xiao Chenyuan walked away with a smile, thinking to himself as he went, "Tomorrow I need to ask Uncle Fu to send over a large bathtub, a really big one!"