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It seemed like the two of them were living in the same room today.

The so-called Spring Lantern Festival … Cough cough …

"Go back and rest." He Lan Xue seriously urged him. Then, with her in her arms, she strode toward the inn.

Arriving at the inn's entrance, Yi Jian was anxiously looking out. When he saw them, he quickly went up to them and was about to say 'Prince, are you alright?' 'Princess, are you alright?' 'Prince, are you alright?' 'Princess, are you alright?' That kind of bullshit.

He Lan Xue's gaze directly glared back at him. With a straight face, she majestically ordered, "Yi Jian is also tired. You should go back and rest early."

— If you hear any strange noises at night, do not break in.

He Lan Xue felt that Yi Jian was very likely to do this.

Thinking of this, He Lan Xue's gaze became colder.

Yi Jian immediately shivered, his face full of innocence. He could not think of anything as he dragged himself back to his room.

He Lan Xue smiled sinisterly, coaxing her into entering the room together.

When she saw the bed, her eyes immediately lit up. She had been unable to sleep, which had caused her to fall seriously out of sleep. Now, she had nothing to worry about anymore. It was as if she could fall asleep at the foot of the bed.

She did not care about He Lan Xue, so she climbed up by herself, wrapped herself in the blanket, and turned her body to face the wall, intending to sleep.

He Lan Xue didn't hesitate. She quickly took off her outer garment and also climbed up to lie behind her lover.

He lay flat for a moment, staring at the ceiling, then turned sideways and put his hand naturally on his lover's waist and tightened it.

Her lover was also very obedient. She then shrunk into his embrace, curling up her body like a cute little shrimp.

He Lan Xue felt elated. She raised her head slightly and moved it close to her face. She then softly said, "My beloved."

Her lover was still sleeping soundly. Thus, she answered in a hazy voice, "Hm?"

"My love, we are husband and wife, right?" "Husband and wife are lying in the same bed. Shouldn't they do something?"

"Right." The lover answered in confusion.

Heloise was encouraged, and her other hand reached up restlessly and touched her lover's face.

However, her lover impolitely waved his hand and swatted away the flies.

She touched her nose again.

The lover began to chase the flies again. The small hand made of flesh hit the back of He Lan Xue's hand with a "pa" sound.

She turned around and scratched her armpits. Haeru winced a few times and mumbled to herself, "Why is there another Liu Suifeng?"

Back then, when she had been placed under house arrest in that cold and elegant manor, Liu Suifeng had continuously harassed her like this, causing her to be unable to sleep.

Then, when she opened her eyes, she saw Liu Suifeng squatting beside her, shouting out of boredom, "I'm so bored. Wake up and play with me."

Liu Suifeng was absolutely an annoying big fly that especially disturbed one's beautiful dreams.

And at this moment, He Lan Xue's behavior was no different from Liu Suifeng's. Thus, she had this extremely helpless sigh.

He Lan Xue didn't understand at first, but after thinking for a while, her face suddenly changed and she suddenly sat up.

"Liu Suifeng went to your bed!"

Yi Jian, who was sleeping next door, suddenly sat up from his shock as he heard this question. After hearing it carefully, he stopped moving and lay back down.

He stared at his lover and angrily asked, "What did he do to you!?"

The lover was startled by the sudden raised voice and lost all sleep. Lying before his eyes, he gloomily replied, "I did what you just did!"

What did I just do? He Lan Xue pondered for a while and then became even more angry.

He hadn't intended to do anything good just now.

"You, you, you … "He, he, he …" "How can you let him do that!"

The girl looked at him in confusion. "I don't like him either, but he must …"

"He insisted on it, and you gave it to him?" He Lan Xue felt the urge to vomit blood. Her handsome face was contorted.

"Ugh …" What does' give 'mean?

"Liu Suifeng, I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!" When He Lan Xue saw that her lover had admitted it, she immediately felt a surge of fury. The world was devoid of light and there was a sea of resentment, but she was unwilling to release it on her lover. She could only curse Liu Suifeng viciously.

Liu Suifeng, who was a thousand miles away, mysteriously sneezed. He looked towards the sky, rubbed his nose, and then continued to speak to Feng Qi in front of him. "That Lu Chuan …"

"..." Ugh, "Yi Ren looked at the furious He Lanxue with some confusion. She thought for a while, and then said righteously," Um, if you're angry, then … "That's good."

Wasn't it just to not let him be a fly? Do you have to be so angry?

"So what?" Haeru's eyes turned green.

"It's so noisy that I can't sleep." The woman answered matter-of-factly.

He Lan Xue was startled. She hesitantly asked, "That's it?"

"That's it." Her lover looked at him speechlessly, then turned and continued sleeping.

He smiled to himself and then laid back down, taking her into his arms.

Her lover had long since fallen asleep, only looking for comfort in her instincts, before she crawled into his embrace.

A small, soft body, warm and real.

He Lan Xue didn't move again. She also closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

The corner of his lips curled up slightly. For the entire night, there was a hint of a smile on it.

His expression was like that of a cat that had just stolen a piece of meat.

He left the main street and the fireworks area. Pei Ruochen didn't look back as she continued walking.

He finally arrived at the Prime Minister's manor. The door was opened, and the disciple who had been waiting all this time raised a lantern, respectfully calling out, "Sir, you're back?"

Pei Ruochen nodded and lowered her head. Something fell on top of her head. When she took a closer look, she could see that it was the remnants of the flame.

That disciple's face turned sullen as he said angrily, "Whose child is so mischievous that even the clothes of an adult are stained?"

There were bits and pieces of paper scattered all over Pei Ruochen's body.

That disciple continued whispering. Pei Ruochen did not answer, but only lowered her head and looked at the broken pieces on the ground for a long time.

Then, he raised his head, turned around, and looked into the distant horizon.

The sky was bright, and there was no sign of burning.

"Where's the princess?" Pei Ruochen turned around, and her expression returned to its normal calm.

"The princess has rested." The disciple quickly replied.

Pei Ruochen hesitated for a moment before she finally made up her mind and walked through the door.

The courtyard was deep, and under the night sky, it was impossible to see the end of it.

He did not have any light on, he was just lurking in the dark — a night like this made him feel safe, walking as if he, too, had been dragged into such a night.

The servants had long prepared hot water for him. Pei Ruochen took off her clothes and buried herself in the water, holding her breath for a long time.

— It was time to make a decision.

Survival, or destruction.

After he stood up, the young girl with elegant beauty stood beside him with a towel in her hands. Pei Ruochen opened her arms and they moved forward to help him dry his body before slowly drying his hair and tying it back on his head with a hairpin.

The girls' movements were very gentle. The girl's gaze was like a stream that meandered through the fields.

The gazes they shot at Pei Ruochen were filled with deep emotions.

However, from start to finish, Pei Ruochen did not even glance at them.

Then, he walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed, with firm steps, without hesitation, he walked to the door of Helan's room.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. "Princess, are you asleep?"

"No, you can come in."

Pei Ruochen pushed the door open and walked in. There was no light in the room and everything was still gray. Helene sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window at the moonlight.

Pei Ruochen walked in front of her and sat on the chair opposite her.

"Xiu will stay here for a while." Heran said.

"I know."

"Why did you come back so late this time when you entered the palace?"

"I was delayed because of something."

They exchanged pleasantries like normal couples, talking about family matters for a day.

"Would you blame me for beating Pei Ruolan?"

"No, it's just that you haven't woken her up yet." Pei Ruochen's tone was flat, neither anger nor joy could be heard, and her emotions could not be discerned.

After a long time, He Lan finally asked the most important question: "Why did you come here tonight?"

Pei Ruochen stood up. His face was hidden in the darkness.

He Lan Lu smelled a fresh scent of water. It was a very clean smell. After the smell of water, it was Pei Ruochen's unique scent of ink.

He bent down and gently placed his hand on Holland's shoulder, pushing it down slowly.

He Lan Ran did not resist. She laid down on the ground, a little numb. Her whole body tensed up as her heartbeat quickened. She seemed to be expecting something, but at the same time, she seemed stiff.

Pei Ruochen's kiss landed on her neck.

He walked all the way down, from his neck to his chest, his skin was smooth and clean, and then his navel.

The hand that held the sword, the hand that held the brush, was nimble and light. One by one, she took off the robe that was originally as thin as a shirt.

Hollande remained rigid until she was completely naked.

"Ruochen …" Finally, she held his head and whispered, "Why …"

"You're my wife, aren't you?" Pei Ruochen's voice was very low, not sharp, but extremely cold.

He Lanlian didn't say anything else, but she could already feel his coldness.

That extremely gentle action was more like a routine.

However, he was used to being gentle with people, so between the bed and the bed, he also had the gentleness of a drowning person.

Gentle hallucinations, in which they love each other.

Pei Ruochen's hand moved across her curves.

Her waist, slender and smooth, was enough to arouse the most primal desires of any man.

His hands, however, remained steady, methodically stroking her, arousing her interest.

He Lan Lun suddenly became angry as if she was angry. While enjoying his actions, she yelled out, "Pei Ruochen, I don't love you!"

Pei Ruochen's movements paused for a moment before she casually replied, "It doesn't matter, I don't love you either."

This sentence was like a needle piercing through the last layer of paper windows.

After a short period of silence, both of them suddenly felt relieved.

Why continue acting!

They didn't love each other, but they were already husband and wife. They were destined to tangle with each other for the rest of their lives.