His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was blindfolded and gagged by an unknown man in his own territory, but the guards of the Eastern Palace did not react at all. It seems that someone is very good at using the Eastern Palace jade token.
Zhao Mian couldn't see, but his sense of smell seemed to become sharper. He could smell a faint scent on the assassin, a refreshing scent that came from shortly after taking a bath, and the scent was the incense he often used.
This assassin is too arrogant.
Zhao Mian heard the assassin say "Hold me tight", and then he felt the other party leap up using light skills, and the end of the black cloth wrapped around his eyes fluttered in the air.
Zhao Mian didn't know where the assassin was going to take him, so it was best not to leave the East Palace. He couldn't be seen by outsiders in this state. Fortunately, the assassin landed quickly, and they should still be within the East Palace. Then, the assassin raised one leg and kicked open a door, and walked in with him in his arms.
Zhao Mian was put down, and the touch under him was a little strange. It was not the big rosewood bed he slept on. He was a little dissatisfied and said, "Not here..."
The assassin smiled from above him: "Your Highness, have you forgotten your situation? You are about to be raped by a strange man, and you still have the leisure to choose a place?"
The word "rape" made Zhao Mian feel ashamed. It was a matter of mutual consent, but he felt as if he was being played with by someone.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince refused to accept it. Given his status, even if he was raped, he could not let the other party completely control the situation.
"Breaking into the Eastern Palace and attempting to commit a crime against the crown prince..." Zhao Mian sneered, "Do you know what your fate will be?"
Zhao Mian was blindfolded with a black cloth. Although he knew that he was not in danger, the darkness in front of him still made him feel a little unreal and insecure. He forced himself to look proud, but his lips were slightly open. Feeling the assassin's gaze on him, he actually had the illusion that he was about to be raped.
Under the flickering candlelight, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked like an exquisite yet confused puppet.
"What will happen... Let me think about it, it's just death anyway?" The assassin admired him enough and leaned closer to him, "I can't help it, the Crown Prince is so handsome, if I can sleep with him once, I will die without regrets."
Zhao Mian thought to himself, you have slept with me ten times already, if you were going to die, you would have died so many times already.
The assassin began to take off his clothes piece by piece.
In April, Nanjing Shangjing already had a hint of early summer, and one could sweat after a few vigorous movements. The previous ten times Zhao Mian went to bed were in autumn and winter, and he wore layers of gorgeous clothes, which were quite troublesome to take off. But today, he only had two thin pieces of casual clothes, and the assassin stripped them off in the blink of an eye.
When he thought about how he was completely naked and exposed to the assassin, who couldn't see anything, he was not actually cold, but his body was shaking uncontrollably. He didn't know what expression the assassin would show when he saw him like this, he could only hear the other's increasingly rapid breathing.
"Your Highness, why don't you try to struggle and ask for help?" The assassin whispered, "Maybe someone will come to save you."
"No need." Zhao Mian said arrogantly, "It just so happens that I'm in the mood. If you can serve me well, I might be merciful and spare your life."
"Great, great." The assassin laughed, "Your Highness, how do you want me to serve you?"
Zhao Mian pretended to be calm and opened his long legs: "Lick."
Warm night breeze, green shadows of banana trees, and the occasional sound of cicadas.
Half an hour later, Zhao Mian was already sweating all over, but he was still not satisfied. He dazedly reached out for a hug: "I want more."
He couldn't see, so he could only reach out by feel, and after stretching for a long time, he couldn't hold anything. He heard a familiar laugh, and then the black cloth was removed, and light reappeared in his vision.
The candlelight in the room was not too glaring, but he still took a while to adjust before slowly opening his eyes. In the layers of light, he finally saw the true face of the "assassin".
Wei Zhenfeng was really dressed as an "assassin", dressed in black, with his long hair tied up, his upper body neat and tidy, and his lower body just with the hem of his clothes lifted up, which was very suitable for the current situation. Time was tight for the assassin and he had no time to take off his clothes.
"I am raping Zhao Mian," Wei Zhenfeng laughed wantonly, "It really makes me lose face that you are enjoying yourself so much."
Zhao Mian was unhappy that Wei Zhenfeng wore more clothes than him, because it made him look more dissolute: "Then do you still want to do it?"
Wei Zhenfeng picked him up and said, "Yes."
The separation in March is far from enough for them.
When the passion reached its peak, Zhao Mian suddenly ordered, "Call me."
Wei Zhenfeng raised his eyebrows: "Your Highness?"
His Royal Highness frowned slightly: "Not this, call my name."
Wei Zhenfeng looked at him, his bright eyes gentle and warm. He called out seriously, "Zhao Mian."
Still not right.
Zhao Mian bit Wei Zhenfeng's shoulder, poured all his suppressed emotions between his teeth and vented them all out.
Wei Zhenfeng groaned in pain, but did not dodge him: "Be gentle, you're biting me until I bleed."
"You deserve it." The Crown Prince wanted to be strong but couldn't resist the feeling Wei Zhenfeng brought him, causing his voice to sound lustful and cold, "How could you make me miss you so much..."
Wei Zhenfeng was stunned for a moment, a sour feeling welled up in his chest, and he was looking forward to hearing more truth. He asked coaxingly, "How much do you miss me?"
"Will you think of me when you are doing business?" Wei Zhenfeng pressed the issue, "For example, when you are attending court, or discussing politics with ministers?"
Zhao Mian hesitated and said, "That won't happen, unless it's something related to Beiyuan... Hmm..."
Wei Zhenfeng smiled: "As expected, you are my favorite prince."
Zhao Mian was eager to show off his bed to Wei Zhenfeng, but when he was carried back to his bedroom, he had already fallen asleep.
On the first night and morning of Wei Zhenfeng's arrival at the Eastern Palace, he successfully changed the "正正" in Zhao Mian's notebook to "正正正". Next, he had ten days to continue adding to the notebook.
Wei Zhenfeng stayed in the East Palace temporarily. This was his third stay in Nanjing Palace. He hardly set foot in the East Palace during the first two times. It was not until today that he realized how much beauty he had missed. When he was a child, he was so busy eating, drinking and having fun with Zhao Lin that he didn't pay much attention to the Crown Prince. Was he blind
Wei Zhenfeng couldn't help but sigh to Zhao Mian: "Tell me, if I had discovered how cute you were when I was twelve, would we have been together a long time ago?"
Zhao Mian said without even thinking: "Impossible."
Wei Zhenfeng asked curiously, "Why?"
Zhao Mian said: "Because my father forbids me to have sex with anyone before I turn eighteen."
Wei Zhenfeng: “…Oh.”
"It's not too late now." Zhao Mian counted, "We meet once every three months, four times a year. Assuming we can live to be sixty, we can still meet one hundred and sixty times."
Wei Zhenfeng laughed and said, "Only sixty? You should be eighty at least."
Zhao Mian said: "If you are too old, you can't run anymore."
Wei Zhenfeng thought for a moment: "That makes sense. We need to find a way."
"You can ask Bai Yu more about ways to maintain your health," Zhao Mian said. "If you take good care of yourself, you might be able to travel back and forth between the north and the south by horseback when you are sixty."
"I mean, I want to find a way to end this damn long-distance relationship. It's too torturous," Wei Zhenfeng sighed, "I can't stand it."
Zhao Mian didn't care: "Really?" The strong-willed Crown Prince said lightly, "I think it's bearable. I have a lot of government affairs on weekdays, and March has passed in a flash. I have been quite calm."
Wei Zhenfeng laughed and pinched the Crown Prince's face: "You really are the only one who is soft in bed."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince played the role of a great host in the East Palace. Countless delicacies from land and sea, silks and satins, and rare treasures were brought to the young prince like a stream, and the young prince completely experienced what it meant to be the most favored person in the world.
Wei Zhenfeng was "spoiled" in the East Palace, and the most important thing for him was to sleep with the emperor. Zhao Mian ordered people to make ten different styles of gorgeous clothes according to Wei Zhenfeng's body shape. Wei Zhenfeng wore a different dress every day, and each one was more luxurious than the last. It was also thanks to the good looks of the young prince that he could handle every piece of clothing.
Wei Zhenfeng personally didn't like complicated clothes, but since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince liked them, he was very happy to wear them for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to see. After all, Zhou Huairang and Bai Yu had already started calling him "Crown Princess" in private, so of course he had to remember his duty to "serve people with his beauty".
Zhao Mian did this, on the one hand, because he liked someone, so he would naturally want to present all the treasures in the world to that person. On the other hand, he also wanted to show off and compete with others, to highlight his noble status as the crown prince of Nanjing.
Of course, what he should show off the most is his newborn, fair and well-behaved little sister. Wei Zhenfeng often laughed at him for not having a sister before, so when would he slap him in the face if not now
Zhao Mian picked a time when his father and his father were not around, and took Wei Zhenfeng to secretly see his sister. When they arrived, the little princess had just woken up and was giggling at the rattle in the hands of her wet nurse. When she saw her brother, she laughed even more happily, and her short, chubby little hands grabbed at the air.
Wei Zhenfeng looked at him for a while and wondered, "Why does the little princess look so much like Zhao Lin?"
Zhao Mian didn't want to admit it: "... Don't say anything nonsense."
"But she's still very cute." Wei Zhenfeng leaned over and took the little princess out of the cradle. "Come, come, let brother hold you."
This was the first time Zhao Mian saw Wei Zhenfeng holding a child. He was surprised to find that Wei Zhenfeng's movements were very skillful. His sister was full of energy in his arms, and he never tired of coaxing her. It was a picture of a peaceful life.
Zhao Mian's eyes softened: "I didn't expect you to be good at taking care of children."
"I have many brothers and sisters, and I get to hug them occasionally in the palace. Most of the time, the little ones are very cute." Wei Zhenfeng made a face at the little princess and said casually, "I want one too."
Zhao Mian's face flushed, and he shouted coldly, "Wei Zhenfeng, what nonsense are you talking about! Are you tired of living? Didn't I teach you a lesson last time in the underground palace?"
Wei Zhenfeng didn't react for a moment to the reason why Zhao Mian's expression suddenly changed: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Mian took the little princess back from Wei Zhenfeng's arms and said coldly, "Give my sister back to me."
Wei Zhenfeng realized it later and laughed out loud: "I meant that you can adopt the child in the future. What are you thinking? I know you can't have children."
Zhao Mian said coldly: "It's good that you know."
(End of this chapter)