Chapter 47: The Little Thing with a Foul Mouth and a False Heart...

  "Your Highness!"

  As she saw the man's large palm about to slide into her clothes, Sheng Jinxiu quickly grabbed his hand: "You and I are already a well-known couple, I am naturally yours, but have you ever felt that your... is a little bit small?"

  "Hmm?" Yan Beichen's eyes narrowed slightly, as if thinking of something, and suddenly a sly smile spread across his face: "You little hypocrite! Weren't you crying and begging for mercy yesterday, saying that I was too big?"

  What he said was straightforward, his expression and actions were so thought-provoking that Sheng Jinxiu instantly understood what he meant.

  Her face suddenly turned red: "What are you thinking? I'm talking about your heart, your heart is too small!"

  Yan Beichen of this life is so shameless!

  It completely overturned her understanding of him for his whole life!

  "This king's eyes... are indeed small,"

  Yan Beizhuang straightened up, looking down at Sheng Jinyu with a cold tone: "Little Jin'er, anything that belongs to this king cannot be harmed or touched by anyone!"

  "Every inch of your skin, every drop of blood, and every bone will be well protected by me!"

  "If there is another injury, I will not let it go as easily as today."

  He stretched out his hand and pulled up Jin Zhu, his palm covering the uninjured side of her face, pressing her towards himself, and then fiercely kissed her lips!

  His kiss was too violent, and the other hand that hugged her waist also "shamelessly" pinched her buttocks through her skirt... Sheng Jinxiu subconsciously widened her eyes, with a hint of panic flashing inside.

  He... He wouldn't think that she brought him to her boudoir to have a session... or several sessions... of that sort, would he?

  She just felt her legs go weak and even forgot to breathe!

  Almost suffocated and nearly fainted.

  Yan Beizhuang saw that her condition was not right and quickly let go of her.

  She was panting heavily now.

  "Idiot!"

  Yan Beizhuang spat out a cold word with a look of disgust on his face.

  But he helped her up and sat her down in a chair.

  "Remember, this is the first and last time."

  "Next time, no matter who it is, this king will show no mercy!"

  "...Rest well, I'll prepare a betrothal gift and come see you again."

  After he finished speaking, he really walked out.

  Unexpectedly, he escaped from the hands of Ashura-ō.

  Sheng Jinxiu's whole body relaxed and she slumped onto the couch, it took a while for her to calm down before sitting up again.

  Anyway, she finally came home!

  She was happily walking around, but because of a careless raise of her head in front of the dresser——

  "Ah!" she exclaimed.

  Who is this ghost-like ugly person with a swollen left cheek and disheveled hair in the mirror?

  She?

  So, how could Yan Beichen bear to kiss such an ugly her?

  On the other hand, Yan Beizheng was already standing in the garden of the Sheng family.

  Yue Ye came over and bowed respectfully.

  "Speak up, who did it." Yan Beiting's eyes still had a hint of bloodlust.

  "He is the father of the princess, Marquis Yong'an..." Ye Yue recounted the entire process of what she had investigated in detail.

  "Hmm." Yan Beizhu rotated the Buddhist rosary in his hand, opening his mouth indifferently: "After tomorrow's grand court assembly, have the Emperor retain Yong'an Marquis for a meal, eat river shrimp for lunch, and eat bee pupae for dinner, and then teach my father-in-law..."

  "It's hard to walk at night!!"