Listening to the chaotic footsteps gradually moving away, I still didnt dare move, although I had relaxed my strength, but still maintained the posture of hugging Nan Chengyaos waist.

  He also didnt move or speak, in the silent room, a faint moonlight crept in, and it seemed to have some peaceful and serene meaning.

  Before long, Xun Yuns voice echoed outside the door again: "Your Highness, the Crown Prince and his people have left."

  The tightly wound string in my heart has finally relaxed.

  The embarrassment that was temporarily set aside due to tension and a strained atmosphere also came along.

  I didnt want him to notice, nor did I want to be too deliberate and pretentious. I quietly released my hand that was around his waist and slowly moved towards the edge of the bed.

  It suddenly occurred to me that Xun Yun didnt enter the bedroom, but instead responded at the door. Was it because she was afraid of embarrassing me? After all, during our previous act, they were all outside the palace and knew everything clearly.

  My cheeks suddenly felt hot, and I couldnt help but feel grateful that there were no candles lit in the room at this moment, my embarrassment was able to hide in this darkness.

  Nan Chengyao didnt laugh at me, but his voice carried a hint of amusement as he instructed Xun Yun: "Go to the Gui Mo Pavilion and bring back a clean set of clothes for the princess."

  I only just remembered that my clothes had been splashed with wine, and now theyre probably unwearable. Upon hearing Xun Yun respond with a "yes", she was about to leave when I hastily called out to her: "Please help me reassure Shu Ying, I havent returned for the whole night, she must be worried."

  Xun Yun stood outside the door and replied respectfully: "Your Highness can rest assured, Xun Yun knows what to do."

  Her footsteps gradually faded away, and the entire bedroom was left with only me and Nan Chengyao. I told myself not to think too much, but there was no way for me to remain calm while sharing a bed with him in just our undergarments.

  He relaxed his body and leaned against the headboard of the bed, saying nothing, but I knew he wasnt asleep, and could even feel his gaze on me in the darkness.

  The air was filled with the scent of wine and a hint of ambiguity, I took a deep breath, then somewhat unnaturally asked: "Is your injury okay, Your Highness?"

  He smiled: "Just now when the sword was drawn and the bow was stretched, the princess was still calm and composed. How come shes tense now? Is it because shes afraid of me?"

  I forced myself to remain calm and replied: "Your Highness is joking, the Crown Prince has already left, what do I have to be nervous about?"

  The words had barely fallen when I felt a sudden tightening on my arm, and then my body was already being swept into his arms, held tightly in his embrace. His faintly smiling breath brushed against my ear: "Now?"

  My cheeks are burning terribly, and through the fabric of my clothes, I can feel the warmth and masculinity emanating from his body. I can even hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

  After the initial shock passed, I struggled to push him away, but he refused to let go, his lips curled into a lazy smile as he trapped me in his arms.

  "Your Highness, your wound."

  He burst out laughing: "Its very painful, so Your Highness shouldnt move anymore and let me save some energy."

  I can feel that his actions are devoid of any affectionate meaning, but rather with a mischievous intention to see me lose my calm and perfect composure in front of others.

  Thinking of this, she slowly calmed down and smiled slightly: "Your Highness, why not let me go first? Is teasing Qinger so much fun?"

  I waited for him to retort, but after a long while, I still didnt get his response. Somewhat puzzled, he shouldnt be angry, so I looked up and saw that his eyes were deep and dark like the night. I couldnt understand or distinguish anything, but my heart trembled inexplicably.

  Seeing him still speechless, I followed his line of sight and couldnt help but feel extremely embarrassed.

  Due to the struggle just now, the quilt had quietly slipped down at some point, and the skin as white as snow on her shoulders, neck, and arms was exposed under the faint moonlight.

  And his gaze fell on the phoenix made of cinnabar and gold on my left arm.

  I was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly stretched out my hand to pull the quilt to cover myself, but he held it down, his slightly cool fingers lightly tracing the outline of the phoenix.

  My body couldnt stop trembling, and for a moment I was unable to speak, feeling like even breathing had become difficult.

  He still didnt speak, but continued to let his slender fingertips wander on my left arm.

  I forced myself to speak, breaking the overly ambiguous atmosphere. Although I was smiling, my voice was somewhat stiff: "Qinger had an accident when she was young and fell down a mountain cliff after being rescued by a noble person. However, the scar on her left arm couldnt be erased, so she used alchemy cinnabar to draw a phoenix to cover it up."

  His thoughts were finally pulled back by my words, he slowly withdrew his hand, and in the dark eyes, there seemed to be a hint of out-of-control temperature, but it was ultimately suppressed by him.

  He shifted his gaze from the phoenix flapping its wings on my left arm, looked into my eyes, and finally just smiled and said, "Very beautiful."