Volume One, Chapter 13: Yielding More to His Highness, One Would Avoid Harm
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Seeing Lin Qingwan stunned and silent, Chu Linyuan gently pulled her into his embrace.
“Xingu, I will make you the envy of all women in this world, bestow upon you my exclusive love. From now on, no one else will exist in my eyes.”
Hearing Chu Linyuan’s words, a tear uncontrollably trickled from the corner of Lin Qingwan’s eye.
She didn’t know why she was crying; she was not unhappy, but the fiery hell of her past life was too painful.
“Your Highness, if you truly care for Qingwan even a little, could you let me go?”
“I swear I will never marry again; in this life, there will only be Your Highness.”
“If Your Highness still does not trust me, Qingwan can enter the nunnery, live by the ancient lamps and Buddha, and no longer concern herself with worldly matters.”
Chu Linyuan suppressed the anger deep in his heart.
He had truly underestimated this woman’s aversion to him; she would rather become a nun than be with him.
“Someone, bring scissors.”
The maid guarding the door immediately ran to the embroidery room upon hearing the prince’s voice, fetched the scissors, placed them on a tray, and brought them inside.
“Your Highness, here are the scissors you asked for.”
Chu Linyuan held the scissors in his hand, took a lock of his own hair, and made a motion as if to cut it off.
“Prince, you must not.”
The maid beside him turned pale with fright. One’s body and hair are gifts from one’s parents; how could His Highness harm himself?
If it were known she brought the scissors, wouldn’t her entire clan be exterminated?
The maid knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
“I beg Your Highness to put down the scissors. Your Highness, Miss Lin, please persuade him.”
Lin Qingwan endured her discomfort, grasped Chu Linyuan’s hand holding the scissors, and hurriedly stopped him.
“What are you doing? Are you mad?”
Chu Linyuan tossed the cut hair to the ground and nodded.
“Yes, I am mad.”
“Wan’er doesn’t like me; I don’t want to force you. You become a nun, and I will shave my head and become a monk. That would be a fitting match.”
“You—”
“Don’t say that. I don’t dislike you.”
How could she dislike him? If she did, why was she so entangled with him in the past life?
Hearing Lin Qingwan say she did not dislike him, Chu Linyuan stopped.
“Since Wan’er likes me too, wouldn’t it be better to stay by my side? Don’t talk about leaving so often.”
“There are three thousand rivers in the world, but I only want to drink from Wan’er’s ladle.”
The man leaned down, their faces drawing closer, his breath brushing against her cheek.
“I want to kiss you, Wan’er, very much. May I?”
Seeing Lin Qingwan blush without refusal, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. He gently brushed his lips against hers.
“Wan’er does not refuse, I will take that as your consent.”
Raising one hand, he tenderly cupped her jaw and kissed her deeply.
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Lin Qingwan touched the man’s hand holding the scissors, took them away, and threw them to the kneeling maid.
The maid took the scissors, gave Lin Qingwan a grateful look, kowtowed to the pair on the bed, and then ran out.
Their little interaction displeased Chu Linyuan. He pulled away from Lin Qingwan’s lips and stared at her with a displeased expression.
“Wan’er, you’re not paying attention.”
His mock-pained expression made Lin Qingwan’s heart ache. She did not want to see him unhappy.
Chu Linyuan should be proud and unyielding; how could he show such a look?
Unconsciously, Lin Qingwan cupped his face with both hands, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to his.
Lin Qingwan’s initiative made Chu Linyuan lose control even more.
He pushed her down, leaned over, and kissed her fiercely on her lips and slender neck.
“Stop, I’m still injured.”
Seeing he was about to lose control, Lin Qingwan blushed and pushed him away hastily.
“Wan’er.”
The man sighed helplessly, “Don’t move. You’re going to drive me mad sooner or later. Please help me.”
“No, I’m hurt.”
He stroked her lips with his hand, swallowed, and his magnetic voice sounded in her ear.
“Wan’er can help me in other ways.”
Lin Qingwan turned her head to avoid his fingers.
“No, I don’t want to, it’s impossible. What are you thinking?”
Seeing Lin Qingwan’s ears flush red, Chu Linyuan laughed.
“I just want to hold you and calm down. If you don’t move, you’re helping me. Why is your face so red? What are you thinking about?”
How shameless was this man?
He behaved so wantonly, yet it was she who was accused of overthinking?
There was a knock at the door, and Yun Yuying’s voice came from outside.
“Your Highness, Miss Yun is here to change the dressing.”
“Come in.” Chu Linyuan leaned close to Lin Qingwan’s ear, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I can help you change the dressing again.”
Lin Qingwan poked the man’s waist lightly.
“I think I’m better now. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Can I stop applying that medicine?”
Except for some pain on the first day, she felt fine now and didn’t want to apply the medicine.
“Are you shy, Wan’er? This is not your decision; we must see what the doctor says.”
Yun Yuying entered with a medicine box, noticing the harmony between the two, nothing like before’s tension.
Indeed, her guess was spot on. With such constant companionship, General Mo surely couldn’t compete.
Previously, she thought Miss Lin still resisted the prince, but in just a few days, the prince had won her over…
“Your Highness.”
Placing the medicine box aside, she pondered an excuse to leave. Given the prince’s nature, he probably didn’t need her help with the dressing.
“Check on Wan’er. She doesn’t like this dressing. If the wound is healed, there’s no need to apply it anymore.”
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Chu Linyuan knew well that the imperial medical staff were cautious.
Wounds that could heal in three days were said to take five; those that healed in five were said to take seven, fearing accidents that might cost them their heads.
“Yes.”
Yun Yuying went to Lin Qingwan’s side, glanced at her flushed face, and gave a sidelong look to the prince standing nearby.
Lin Qingwan frowned and sternly said to Chu Linyuan, “You go out!”
Startled by Lin Qingwan’s action, Yun Yuying immediately knelt, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
What was wrong with Miss Lin? Was she not afraid the prince would be furious and chop her down?
Seeing Lin Qingwan sulk, Chu Linyuan did not get angry but laughed heartily.
“As you command, madam.”
Kneeling on the ground, Yun Yuying trembled with fear.
“Madam?”
Wasn’t that the term for the lawful wife? Could it be that the prince intended to make Miss Lin the crown princess?
After the man left, Lin Qingwan looked at Yun Yuying kneeling on the floor.
“He’s gone. Please check for me—can I stop applying the medicine?”
“Yes.”
Slowly rising, she said, “I will wash my hands and examine your wound.”
After inspecting Lin Qingwan’s injury, Yun Yuying bowed.
“Miss’s wound has healed well. You may stop applying the medicine, but it’s best not to stop the internal medicine.”
“As for intimate relations, you should be more moderate going forward.”
Fearing she wasn’t clear enough, Yun Yuying added, “If you cater to His Highness during intimacy, you won’t hurt that area.”
Lin Qingwan’s cheeks flushed even deeper at Yun Yuying’s words. She shyly tugged at the healer’s sleeve and asked softly,
“Could you get me some contraception soup?”
She could not become pregnant.
In her previous life, that child was taken away at birth by the man. She devoted herself entirely to him, never giving the child a trace of motherly love.
She was not a qualified mother and did not want to bear children again in this life.
If heaven had a soul, let that poor child be reborn into another wealthy and peaceful family.
Yun Yuying pursed her lips and knelt.
“I dare not. This matter requires an order from His Highness the prince.”
“What matter requires my order?”
Chu Linyuan pushed open the door, his mood bright. He said no woman in the world could refuse him.
This woman no longer resisted like before. It seemed her feelings for Mo Lingxuan were not so strong after all.
“Why does Wan’er look a little unhappy?”