GTB Chapter 185

Chapter 187: What if I get backed up?

Chapter 187: What if I get backed up?

What should she do? Should she reveal her name? Fan Yuwan stared blankly at the person in front of her, completely unprepared for this situation.

She didn’t have time to think about why the Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom would be here. She immediately bowed again and said, “I… this humble servant suddenly feels unwell. May I be excused?”

Xiao Yi curled his lips into a smile, thinking that this dancer was playing hard to get.

He got up and walked a few steps to Fan Yuwan, put his hands behind his back, and leaned his head close, saying, “Where do you feel uncomfortable? I’ll have someone get a doctor for you.”

“No… I wouldn’t dare trouble Your Highness.” As Fan Yuwan spoke, she wanted to turn and retreat, but Xiao Yi grabbed her waist. “Woman, that’s enough.”

With that, he picked her up directly and strode out of the pavilion.

Fan Yuwan’s expression changed, and she cried out in alarm as she struggled, “Your Highness, let me go! I… I’m not a dancer, you can’t treat me like this.”

“Oh?” Xiao Yi paused, looking down at the woman in his arms. “Tell me, who are you?”

Xiao Yi thought… maybe she was another illegitimate daughter trying to climb the social ladder. Only this one was clearly more skilled, disguising herself as a dancer to sneak in.

But with her looks, she shouldn’t have trouble seducing other noble young men, right? Did she need to seduce him, a foreign crown prince? Or was she just too ambitious?

“I am Fan Yuwan, daughter of Grand Tutor Fan. You must let me go immediately.”

Fan Yuwan had no choice but to reveal her identity.

Fan Yuwan, daughter of Grand Tutor Fan?

He suddenly remembered that the person who requested to see him yesterday had the same name. So, she really did have ulterior motives.

He continued walking into the house with Fan Yuwan in his arms. “Very well, then I will make an exception and take you as a concubine.”

Fan Yuwan was shocked. She didn’t expect that after revealing her identity, the Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom would still be so bold.

Her eyes reddened with anxiety. “Let me go! I don’t want to be your concubine.”

Xiao Yi sneered. “I’m already making an exception, don’t be greedy.”

“No, I’m not being greedy. I definitely don’t mean that. Your Highness is misunderstanding me.”

Xiao Yi didn’t reply but kicked open the wooden door and strode towards the bed. After putting Fan Yuwan down, he prepared to lean in.

Seeing Xiao Yi beginning to undress, Fan Yuwan hurriedly threatened, “Your Highness must not treat me this way. Aren’t you afraid that my father will appeal to the Emperor? I implore Your Highness to consider the consequences and let me go.”

“Oh? Now I don’t understand. Weren’t you trying to seduce me? Why are you acting like this now?”

As Xiao Yi spoke, his eyes turned colder. “Do you think the position I’m offering is too low? Do you want to be a secondary consort? Surely you don’t want to be my Crown Princess?”

Xiao Yi threw his coat aside, grabbed Fan Yuwan, and pinned her beneath him. Staring at the feigned panic on her face, he reached out and caressed her red lips.

“Although your looks are not bad, and your acting is also decent, you’re not qualified to be a Crown Princess.”

“So, let me see if you suit my taste. If the flavor is good, I’ll see how you perform in the future and promote you.”

Fan Yuwan shook her head, as if sensing that the person in front of her wouldn’t let her go. Despair filled her heart, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Xiao Yi looked at the frightened little rabbit, a hint of amusement in his eyes. It seemed he had encountered a master, interesting.

He could no longer restrain himself and lowered his head to kiss her.

Fan Yuwan’s pleas, cries, and resistance seemed to further stimulate Xiao Yi. He tore open the rest of her clothes, and his actions became rougher.

In the Seventh Prince’s residence, Shí Yan listened to the report, a cruel smile forming on his lips.

“Spread the news. Tomorrow morning, I want the news of Fan Yuwan willingly climbing onto the Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom’s bed to spread throughout the streets and alleys of Kyoto’s imperial city.”

“Yes.” Mu Feng responded and left, thinking, so the master found out the mastermind but didn’t act, only to deal with it this way.

He swallowed. This move was truly killing without blood.

After today, this talented woman who was famous throughout Kyoto would be forced to leave her homeland without any support, becoming a concubine of a foreign crown prince.

Just as Mu Feng left, Jiang Jiuchu walked over the threshold of the study carrying a bowl of rock candy pear soup, smiling, “Husband, guess, did Aunt Xing make this, or Aunt Zhang in the kitchen, or Lu Luo?”

Shí Yan smiled as he looked at Jiang Jiuchu, who was walking towards him, and took the tray from her hand.

“You’ve listed everyone, and you still want me to guess?”

“Besides, I’m not interested in who made it. None of them are as important as my Jiuchu personally bringing it to me.”

Seeing that Shí Yan wasn’t following her lead and guessing, Jiang Jiuchu puffed up her cheeks. “No, husband must guess.”

This rock candy pear soup was personally made by her. She chose the pears, peeled them herself, cut them into pieces herself, added the sugar herself, every step was done by her, and he didn’t even guess.

Shí Yan was helpless, not understanding what was so good about guessing.

After thinking for a moment, he beckoned to Jiang Jiuchu. “Come here and let me hug you, and then I’ll guess.”

Jiang Jiuchu pursed her lips, not understanding why he wanted to hug her in broad daylight.

But she still walked around the desk to Shí Yan’s side.

Just as she bent down to give Shí Yan a hug, she was suddenly pulled onto his lap. He pressed his nose against hers, and asked in an ambiguous voice, “What reward do I get if I guess correctly?”

Jiang Jiuchu leaned back slightly, not understanding what reward she could give Shí Yan now. “What reward does husband want?”

“No matter how much of this pear soup I drink, it won’t quench the desire you bring to me. How about giving me a few more times tonight?” As Shí Yan spoke, his breathing became a little heavy.

His tone was filled with dissatisfied complaints:

“This is different from eating and sleeping. You’re only giving me once every two days. Isn’t that a bit too much?”

Shí Yan really had nowhere to complain. He didn’t know where this woman heard it from, using the argument that indulgence harms the body and moderation nourishes it to impose rules on him.

Even the agreed-upon six days where he couldn’t say no, she only fulfilled for two days.

Could it be that his mother-in-law taught her this? Were his father-in-law and Jiang Jiuche also restricted like this?

He simply couldn’t do it, but he didn’t dare to force her. After all, if his father-in-law and Jiang Jiuche all followed the rules, and he couldn’t, wouldn’t he be inferior to them?

But he really couldn’t hold back, yet he couldn’t go against her. It was truly a mental and physical torment.

“Choose another one, that’s not allowed. We agreed, you can’t go back on your word.”

Jiang Jiuchu refused immediately. She felt that she was already indulging him in this aspect. Normally, she should only allow him to do it once every two days.

Shí Yan said with a face full of grievances, “Then what if I get backed up?”

As he spoke, he held Jiang Jiuchu’s waist, moved her upwards, and let her sit on his already aroused desire.

His voice was hoarse as he pitifully continued, “It doesn’t matter if I get backed up, but I’m afraid that you’ll dislike me and not want me.”