Shengjing Noble

Chapter 568 New Year Theater

It was deep winter in the 136th year of the Sheng Dynasty.

The night is as dark as ink and the silver moon hangs high in the sky.

As New Year's Day approached, Prince's tutor Mingchuan returned triumphantly after defeating the Kingdom of Dongchen. The whole country celebrated and the scene was prosperous.

Compared with other palaces with brilliant lights and dazzling golden walls, the majestic East Palace gradually disappeared into the darkness, like a huge beast lying dormant.

Broken Moon Pavilion.

There was candlelight in the hall, and in the semi-darkness, two figures could be vaguely seen arguing fiercely.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap was heard, and the girl curled up at the head of the bed trembled slightly, her eyes slightly red, and tears hung in her eyelashes, but they refused to fall easily.

She stared with her dark eyes, bit her pale lower lip, and tried her best to suppress the grievance and anger in her heart.

A tall and straight figure stood stiffly behind the gauze bed curtain. In the dim candlelight, the man looked gloomy, and a bloody mark was scratched on his cold white cheek.

There was deathly silence in the bedroom.

The nights are heavy in the depths of winter, with biting cold winds and falling frost and snow.

The victorious Crown Prince Fu Mingchuan did not attend the palace banquet held in Qianqing Palace to welcome him by all the civil and military officials. Instead, after three rounds of drinks, he ran to Suiyuexuan to see Su Lanyin under the cover of night.

As a result, she scratched his face.

After a moment, Su Lanyin carefully lifted a corner of the bed curtain.

Her sight followed the black boots with golden cloud patterns upwards. On the black robe was a sharp dragon pattern, which seemed to be baring its fangs and claws at her.

When she saw the bloodstains on the man's face, she gasped and her breathing became rapid. The clothes that were torn due to the struggle hung on her arms, revealing her delicate and white shoulders.

"I didn't mean to do that. It's your fault that you suddenly jumped on me..."

She explained in a low voice, but there was resentment in her tone.

Fu Mingchuan was drunk and had lost control of himself. The slap in the face just made him regain some clarity.

"Ah."

The man's light laugh concealed a sinister and chilling look.

"come over!"

Fu Mingchuan had a cold and gloomy expression on his face, but his body was already as hot as red-hot iron.

Maybe he drank something he shouldn't have at the welcoming banquet just now.

Su Lanyin noticed that he was feeling a little unwell and walked over carefully.

"Brother, why are you...ah!"

Before I could stand still, I felt a sudden pain in my wrist.

Her slender and soft body swayed, and with a soft groan, she crashed into the man's broad and iron-like arms.

At this moment, the man's body was oozing with heat, and his charcoal-like palms were tightly gripping the delicate and easily breakable wrist bones.

Su Lanyin frowned and tried to struggle twice, but he clenched his five fingers and clamped even tighter.

"pain!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her jaw was pinched and she was forced to look into those penetrating brown eyes.

With just one glance, she appeared naked in his eyes, and any thoughts she had were difficult to conceal.

"I haven't seen you for a year. Yinyin has grown up."

Su Lanyin then realized that her collar was open, revealing a large area of ​​her fair skin. Even the tiny cinnabar mole on her collarbone was shining with an alluring luster due to sweat.

She grabbed her collar tightly in embarrassment and asked angrily.

"My brother is not in the Qianqing Palace right now, why did you come to me?"

"It's a reliving of old times, of course."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Lanyin was caught off guard and picked up by him and thrown into the bed, her body instantly sinking into the soft quilt.

Before she could get up, the man's aggressive body pressed down heavily on her.

She was so confused that she could only struggle to get away.

But she was so weak that her fierce resistance seemed like a tease to Fu Mingchuan, which aroused the desire in his eyes even more.

As if realizing that this wasn't going to work, Su Lanyin had no choice but to stop and look at the man on her body with a sarcastic expression.

"Oh, do others know that the Crown Prince, who is always so bright, noble and aloof, is actually a beast in human form who doesn't even let his sister go?"

The man said in a low and hoarse voice, "Your mother is just a concubine's daughter from a branch of the imperial family. If your husband hadn't eloped with someone and made your mother a substitute princess, you wouldn't have the right to call me your brother!"

"But in the eyes of the world, the woman who was sent to Northern Qi to marry is my mother. In name, she is your father's biological sister, so you and I are legitimate cousins!"

According to the Tiansheng ancestral system, close relatives cannot marry, and royal relatives and nobles cannot go against the will of their ancestors.

The gleam in Fu Mingchuan's eyes suddenly turned sinister. Su Lanyin sensed something was wrong and wanted to push him away, but as soon as she raised her arms, they were forcefully pressed over her head.

Her soft body was locked tightly in his arms, and her breath was filled with the scent of ambergris mixed with alcohol from his body.

"Does anyone know that Princess An Yu, who appears to be gentle and virtuous, is actually a vixen who drugged her brother?"

"you……"

Su Lanyin was choked with anger, and then felt guilty and felt very guilty.

After all, it was she who took the initiative to seduced Fu Mingchuan back then.

"I am not the only woman in the Eastern Palace. If my brother doesn't want to, can I force you?"

"So, what does this mean?"

"This means that my brother has been coveting me for a long time, and he just took advantage of the situation by using the drug!"

Fu Mingchuan sneered, raised his hand and gently hooked the hair on her chest, his deep eyes exuding a suffocating coldness.

"Why didn't I realize before that Yinyin is so narcissistic?"

"I don't!"

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his breathing becoming heavier, desire gushing out from his deep eyes.

"It's been a year. Does Yinyin miss being alone?"

Su Lanyin felt itchy from being rubbed, she shrank her neck and gritted her teeth in anger.

"Yes, I want you to die every day!"

The man rested his forehead lightly on the side of her face, frowned slightly, and his tone was cold but with a hint of ambiguous grievance.

"Isn't being alone bad for you?"

"Is this how you treat me?"

She lowered her eyes and glanced at his restless big hand, which was buried under her lotus-pink dress and caressing her most delicate skin.

The man hooked his lips, pulled his hand out and pushed her legs apart without mercy.

Su Lanyin was pressed hard under him, sweating profusely. Her clothes were torn apart during her struggle, and her snow-white skin was particularly dazzling in the dim light.

She turned her face away and didn't look at him. She bit her lower lip tightly and refused to utter a sigh. A feeling of grievance surged up in her, and tears as big as beans fell along her body.

Fu Mingchuan couldn't help getting upset seeing her like this, so he simply grabbed her with his big hands and turned her over.

Su Lanyin lay on the bed, revealing her slender white back. Under the dim light, she saw a few unsightly scars on her back, which distracted him for a moment.

His slender fingers gently stroked, and his thin lips parted in confusion: "How did you get this injury?"

He remembered that before she left Beijing, she was flawless and had a fair complexion, but within just one year, her back was covered with scars.

Su Lanyin hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I accidentally fell."

Fu Mingchuan frowned: "I am curious, how can you get whip marks from falling?"

This question left her with no way to deal with it.

Because the one who tortured her was not someone else, but the Empress Dowager, whom even the Emperor did not dare to disobey!

What would happen if I told him?

Does His Royal Highness expect the Crown Prince to ask the Queen Mother for an explanation for a sexual gratification tool like her?