Li Yan stared at the tear-stained face, raised his hand, and wiped away her tears drop by drop.
"In my eyes, you are the most noble and pure woman in the world. Even the priceless Shangqing Pearl and Bichen Jade are not worthy of even a hair of yours," he said.
Wei Yinniang threw herself into his arms, but still did not dare to cry out loud, for fear of attracting the servants here. The more she suppressed her tears, the more uncontrollable she became.
Li Yan held her for a moment, his eyes gradually turning red, and he pushed her down on the couch, kissing her cold and wet face and lips madly, moving down her neck, fiercely touching her body that still had traces of last night's love, as if to erase all that did not belong to her.
Wei Yinniang didn't know when she stopped crying, and suddenly she called out softly, "Your Highness."
"Enough... Enough already..." she murmured, the voice that was once famous in the music hall now sounded as erratic as a torn kite that had lost its string in the strong wind.
Li Yan slowly stopped.
She opened her eyes, pushed him away, and climbed up, lowering her head to tidy up her messy clothes. When she raised her head, if it weren't for her red and swollen eyelids, she would have looked fine. Then she closed the collar of Li Yan's shirt that had just opened in front of his chest, who was still lying on the couch gasping for breath.
Li Yan wanted to overwhelm her again, but she raised her eyes, looked into his bloodshot eyes, and shook her head.
"I was wrong just now," she said.
"Your Highness, you don't have to prove anything to me anymore."
"I am already very satisfied to have heard what Your Highness said just now."
Li Yanruo was drained of all his strength by her words. After a while, he closed his eyes and said with gritted teeth: "Why don't you speak up? As long as you speak up, even if I, Li Yan, am shameless and despicable, and fall into the Avici Hell after death, I will not ask you to commit yourself to others like this."
"Yes, I have no doubt that if I ask, His Highness will take me away no matter how difficult it is. Then what? What do you do next?"
"Be your wife? Be your maidservant? Even if you don't mind my dirtiness, do you need me? What value can a useless me have to you now?"
Wei Yinniang smiled sadly, "Your Highness, I cried just now, not because I gave myself to the prince. He is no different from any other groom I have had before. I suddenly remembered that you, Your Highness, were nearby. I fought with your enemy right under your nose, and you could only watch and could do nothing. You used to be such a noble and proud person, but now you have suffered such humiliation because of me."
Li Yan was still lying on the couch with his eyes closed, motionless, with only a crooked expression that looked like a smile but not a smile on his face.
Wei Yinniang looked extremely calm at this moment. She knelt beside him, staring at his twisted face, and said softly, "It doesn't matter what happens to me. Your Highness is still alive, and I am of some use to you. This is the greatest reward for my survival. I am willing to work for you, and you don't need to feel any guilt."
After a long time, in the gradually brightening dawn outside the bedroom, in the sound of dewdrops dripping on the green branches and leaves, and in the melodious chirping of tits, Li Yan opened his eyes and slowly sat up.
"Do you know why the prince went back just now?"
There were still traces of bloodshot in his eyes, but his gaze had turned cold and indifferent.