Blushing, Xue Qingyin still took a deep breath, walked closer, raised her hand and pressed lightly against King Xuan's chest.

Follow the muscle lines.

She pressed on his heart.

"Have you been injured here?" Xue Qingyin said in shock.

The mark was so faint that it was almost invisible.

If she hadn't looked carefully today, she wouldn't have discovered it.

King Xuan made an understatement: "Who can avoid being injured on the battlefield?"

"Then the emperor doesn't know this truth? He knows it too, but he still..." Xue Qingyin was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

King Xuan raised his hand and opened her mouth.

He said in a deep voice: "Stop biting, don't be angry with me."

Xue Qingyin bit his finger and could only make a whining sound.

It sounded angry and pitiful.

King Xuan touched the tip of her tongue with his fingers, and then touched the soft inner wall of her mouth.

This action suddenly changed the flavor.

Xue Qingyin was startled.

King Xuan took his hand away as if nothing had happened, but Xue Qingyin caught up to him and grabbed his wrist. Then hesitantly kissed his fingertips.

This kiss was like a prairie fire.

King Xuan's eyes moved, and he picked her up by the waist.

There were waves in Xue Qingyin's eyes, and she hugged his neck tightly.

She took the initiative to kiss him.

But when she was in his arms, she managed to kiss him, and she could barely reach his chin.

King Xuan was stunned, and before he could reach the bedside, he pressed her down on the beauty's couch beside her.

Xue Qingyin did not fall down, she tried her best to raise her head and faced her...

This time, she finally kissed his lips.

King Xuan's hand holding her suddenly became stronger.

With a domineering and strong attitude that seemed to crush her into pieces.

She just allowed him to exert such force.

She hooked her arms around his shoulders and kissed him wildly, even wilder than before. It was just too disorganized and she even knocked her teeth twice.

Prince Xuan held down her hunched head, stared at her closely, and suddenly asked in a hoarse voice: "Is it because Yin Yin is so proactive today because she pities me?"

Xue Qingyin quickly shook her head like a rattle: "No, no."

"How can it be pitiful? It's... it's..."

Xue Qingyin didn't know what to say.

She didn't even know what to do.

She could only hold him tighter, the tighter the better, skin to skin close, intimate. It seemed like she could dispel the haze on him and smooth out the bad things.

She buried her head in his neck, and her voice was a little hoarse: "I just want you to... be happy."

He sighed softly: "...I am already very happy."

Xue Qingyin's eyes were inexplicably sore again.

Where did she think this was going?

Did she treat him well enough?

It seems that he doesn't even care about one-tenth of what he loves her.

Being a stingy person, she just slipped a little bit from her fingers to him.

But can it be that just a little bit like this can make him happy?

Xue Qingyin held him tighter: "...I want you to be happier."

King Xuan blocked her lips.

It’s so hard to control yourself.

Like a burning fire.

Xue Qingyin's nonsense is a bit ignorant.

It's the third day since I woke up from fatigue.

She lay on the bedside and looked at her torn skirt...oh...but King Xuan was not much better.

There were old scars, but now there are new wounds.

There are both scratches and teeth marks.

"I'm going to find some medicine for His Highness." Xue Qingyin said, getting out of bed and running quickly to the cabinet.

His face was as red as a burning cloud.

Xue Qingyin dug out the medicine bottle from the cabinet.

Those were all given to her by King Xuan. Who told her to be delicate in normal times?

She walked slowly back to King Xuan with her sore legs. She imitated King Xuan's usual appearance, lifted the cap of the bottle and said, "I will apply the medicine for His Highness."

King Xuan grabbed her wrist: "No need."

Xue Qingyin said anxiously: "But I was scratched..."

King Xuan said expressionlessly: "I like it."

Xue Qingyin: "You, you, you..." Xue Qingyin instantly became speechless.

How can you say such nonsense in a serious manner?

King Xuan looked at her and suddenly changed his voice and asked: "On our wedding day, why didn't Yin Yin think of applying medicine for me?"

Xue Qingyin felt even more guilty.

That's naturally because I didn't like you at that time. I just coveted your appearance, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the fact that you could compete with He Songning...

"Yin Yin?" King Xuan seemed a little doubtful.

Xue Qingyin stammered: "At that time, I was... I was so angry with you, how can I still have such skill?"

King Xuan: "Well, what Yin Yin said is true. It's my fault."

"Yeah, yeah, I don't care about how generous I am." Xue Qingyin blurted out.

After saying that, I felt that it was not good. Hey, she should be the one coaxing King Xuan now.

But King Xuan responded seriously: "Yes, Yin Yin is generous."

Xue Qingyin just woke up now and felt that King Xuan... really doted on her a little too much.

She wanted to say that she would spoil me rotten.

But then I thought about it again.

What’s wrong with being spoiled? What’s wrong with being a bad person with all your heart?

Wouldn't it be nice if she rewarded King Xuan more?

Xue Qingyin leaned over, kissed King Xuan, and regained her refreshing appearance: "Let's go, it's time for us to leave for Yizhou."

King Xuan responded: "Okay."

Later, Xue Qingyin learned from the bodyguard that Qian Zixu could no longer eat and could not sleep. He thought about begging to see her and King Xuan day and night, and he did not know how many times he had begged.

Xue Qingyin grinded her teeth and said, "It's just right to make him feel uncomfortable."

The guard asked: "Does the princess still want to see him?"

"Go and listen to what other nonsense he has to say." Xue Qingyin curled her lips.

"I want to see King Xuan...I want to see the princess..." Qian Zixu's voice was hoarse and weak, ringing over and over in the courtyard.

When Xue Qingyin and Prince Xuan appeared in front of him again, he was stunned for a while, and finally he was sure that the scene in front of him was not a dream.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Qian Zixu cried out while shouting.

Seeing this, Xue Qingyin sighed and retreated from the guards.

There were only three of them left in the yard for a while.

Qian Zixu wiped his face haphazardly twice, and the mud, tears, and previously dried blood were all mixed together.

As embarrassed as a beggar.
To be continued...