Chapter 470 - 468: Xue Ling, Are You Following Me?!

Words : 1367 Updated : Mar 20th, 2026

Begin Chapter 470 of "The Obsessive Crown Prince Can't Let Me Go" with: Here is the English translation of the text:After the banquet at Chengxi Palace concluded, a... Find out more!

Here is the English translation of the text:After the banquet at Chengxi Palace concluded, a troupe and performers arrived at the Imperial Garden, drawing many ladies and young misses to watch the spectacle. Shen Yinning and Xue Mianmian passed through the corridor, but noticed her looking around absentmindedly. Curious, she asked, "What are you looking for?" "Zhaozhao, my husband is missing." Xue Mianmian seemed worried. "He disappeared during the meal at Chengxi Palace. It’s been almost half an hour since then, and I have no idea where he could be..." Shen Yinning followed her gaze and glanced around. After a moment, she took Xue Mianmian’s hand. "He’s a grown man. Do you think he would just vanish into thin air? If you’re really worried, I’ll accompany you to find him." Meanwhile, at the Pavilion in the Imperial Garden. Lu Qianqian dismissed the palace maids attending her and retrieved a packet of powder from her sleeve, spilling it all into the teapot on the table. She shook the teapot and said with satisfaction, "The palace’s secret aphrodisiac—forget men, even a wild beast would succumb to desire after consuming this. I don’t believe that a fiery young man like Lord Xue could resist!" Confident, she adjusted her phoenix hairpin before stepping out of the Pavilion. She called over a palace maid. "Go and invite Lord Xue here. Tell him someone wants to discuss important matters with him—Wait. Do not tell him it’s me who summoned him. Just say someone is calling him to the Pavilion." After the maid departed, Lu Qianqian looked down at her palace dress. She pondered, "I remember there’s a set of hollow pearl garments in my mother’s palace—wearing it underneath would be utterly captivating. I should go and change into it." She hurriedly left the Pavilion. Not long after Lu Qianqian left, Shen Yinning and Xue Mianmian arrived. It was the height of summer, and the sound of cicadas echoed in waves. The blazing sunlight pierced through the tree canopies, making the afternoon uncomfortably hot. Shen Yinning suggested, "Let’s rest here at the Pavilion for a while." Xue Mianmian wiped the thin sweat off her forehead with a scented handkerchief. "Alright." They had just sat down when a maid approached them. "Princess Zhaoning, my mistress wishes to have a word with you." She was Li Zhu’s personal maid. Shen Yinning looked over and saw Li Zhu standing in the nearby corridor, nodding at her slightly. She advised Xue Mianmian, "Wait here for me and don’t wander off. I’ll be back shortly." Xue Mianmian smiled sweetly. "Zhaozhao, I’m not a child. I won’t wander off." After Shen Yinning left with the maid, Xue Mianmian glanced at the sun outside and felt a bit thirsty. Noticing the untouched pot of chilled tea on the table, she poured herself a cup and sipped it slowly. ... Li Zhu and Shen Yinning rounded the corridor and, in a quiet spot, Li Zhu sincerely bowed to her. "Thank you for your advice today, Princess." Having grown up by Empress Dowager Li’s side, she wasn’t close to her mother or her sisters raised at home. As she grew older, her family also showed little concern for her marriage. Unable to resign herself to a lifetime of solitude, marrying Pei Qing had become her best choice. And it was Shen Yinning who had offered her that option. Shen Yinning shook her golden-patterned folding fan. "Miss Li, you’re too kind. Whether a match can be made depends entirely on your own efforts. I merely gave you a suggestion." Li Zhu looked at her. Her side profile was pale and flawless, and the sunlight filtering through the carved flowers in the balustrade cast playful patterns on her silver and red dress. She herself was an intriguing person. How laughable that she had only admired her cousin in the past, without ever noticing Shen Yinning’s merits. Li Zhu’s gaze unconsciously held a hint of admiration. "I used to think the Princess was frivolous; only today do I see her true character." Shen Yinning suddenly stopped and looked toward a young man not far away. With a teasing tone, she said, "Miss Li, your future husband is waiting for you. Why aren’t you going over to talk to him and get to know him better, instead of clinging to me?" Li Zhu followed her gaze. Pei Qing stood tall and handsome among the flowers, nodding nervously toward her. Her cheeks flushed, and she said softly, "Princess, if you ever need assistance from me in the future, I will not hesitate to help." She bowed deeply once more before hurrying to meet Pei Qing. While Shen Yinning and Li Zhu were speaking, Xue Mianmian had already drunk half a cup of the tea. The chilled tea, far from cooling her down, seemed to worsen the heat inside her. She wiped the fine sweat on her forehead and suddenly heard a chuckle nearby. She turned her head. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ????????????????????⁂????????????????⁂???????????? Xue Ling, dressed in red and adorned with leather, radiant and seductive, leaned lazily against a pillar with his arms crossed. Xue Mianmian gritted her teeth. "You... you followed me?!" The summer breeze from the water rippled through Xue Ling’s bangs, brushing lightly against his prominent nose, the shadows accentuating his sharp features. He paused briefly, then chuckled. "Wasn’t it you who sent a palace maid to invite me here for a talk?" "I didn’t..." "You did, so why deny it?!" Xue Ling clearly caught the blush spreading across the girl’s cheeks. Surely Xue Mianmian had been thinking about him, maybe even jealous seeing all those noble ladies fawning over him at the banquet, so she had called him here to keep her company—only to be too shy to admit it. He strode over and casually settled himself across from her, smoothing out his robe as he sat. Pouring himself a cup of chilled tea, he tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp, then glanced at Xue Mianmian with teasing eyes. "Missed me?" "You..." Xue Mianmian clutched the cup tightly in her hands. "My husband is in the palace. You mustn’t take liberties with me anymore!" Xue Ling laughed at that, thoroughly amused. "Xue Mianmian, are you out of your mind? You sent someone to call me here, all because you wanted to be close to me! If you don’t want me to marry, why don’t you say so outright? Stop pretending to be a virtuous damsel!" Even a clay figure has its limits. His words were so infuriating that Xue Mianmian, unable to contain her anger, picked up the remaining half-cup of tea and splashed it onto his face. Tea trickled down Xue Ling’s face slowly. The young man closed his eyes, his wet lashes darkened and heavy. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed before he opened his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips as he stared at Xue Mianmian. Through gritted teeth, he said, "You’ve got quite the nerve..." Xue Mianmian couldn’t argue with him and simply turned around to leave. But just as she stood up, the heat surged through her body entirely. Dizziness blurred her vision, her limbs weakened, and she staggered a few steps— Only to collapse straight into Xue Ling’s arms. Xue Ling raised his eyebrows, paused for a moment, and asked, "Is this your way of tempting me?" "Hot..." Xue Mianmian was nearly incoherent in her discomfort. She felt as though she were being roasted over a blazing furnace, as if countless tiny ants were biting at her with relentless intensity. Her delicate hands clawed at Xue Ling’s robes, clutching tightly as she breathed in the scent emanating from him. A scent that had once filled her with aversion and dread now seemed irresistibly alluring, captivating her completely. Through the thin summer clothes, Xue Ling could clearly sense the unusual warmth radiating from her. "Xue Mianmian?!" He shook her slightly and touched her forehead, finally noticing that the flush on her face was distinctly different from her usual bashful blush. A strange surge of heat began to rise within his own body. Xue Ling frowned, his gaze dropping to the nearby teapot.

Chapter 470 - 468: Xue Ling, Are You Following Me?!

Comments (0)