Chapter 58 - 57: Daring to Deceive You, My Lord

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Chapter 58: Chapter 57: Daring to Deceive You, My LordLu Ying calmly picked up the brush, ink, and paper: "Let’s see if your handwriting has improved." Shen Yunxi’s small face flushed, and her breath quickened as her hand trembled slightly while holding the brush: "My handwriting is still the same as always. I humbly ask Your Highness for guidance." As she spoke, she sweetly wrote her name on the paper. Lu Ying glanced at her work. Shen Yunxi and Shen Yinning were indeed cousins; their handwriting was equally atrocious. Shen Yinning could be forgiven, but Shen Yunxi, as his Crown Princess Consort, having such unpresentable handwriting was an embarrassment to him. He gripped the back of Shen Yunxi’s hand: "I’ll teach you." Shen Yunxi froze for a moment, her gaze toward him growing even more adoring and reverent. Under the desk. Shen Yinning quietly listened to the conversation above. So this was how Lu Ying treated a woman he liked: holding her hand and personally teaching her to write. Not like how he treated her, where he’d only verbally critique which characters were good and which were bad. A mix of annoyance and bitterness welled up in her. She reached out mischievously and tugged at Lu Ying’s cloud-patterned black boots, then intentionally scratched the sole of his foot. Lu Ying’s temple vein throbbed, but he forced himself to maintain composure as he instructed Shen Yunxi in writing. With a face full of bliss, Shen Yunxi put down the brush and wrapped her arms around Lu Ying’s neck: "Your Highness, you are so kind to me. I never dreamed that you would one day personally teach me to write my own name." Lu Ying’s expression remained indifferent. Teaching her to write—did this really count as kindness? He had treated Shen Yinning far better in the past, but it was never appreciated. She had even shamelessly seduced his elder brother. A woman like Shen Yinning was not worth his effort. Lu Ying spoke calmly: "In the future, I will treat you even better." "Your Highness..." Shen Yunxi, acting coy, threw herself into his arms. Under the desk, Shen Yinning’s spirit seemed adrift, like a lone boat floating in the vast ocean. Instinctively, she reached out to grasp at something, yet her fingers brushed against Shen Yunxi’s thigh. Shen Yunxi shuddered immediately. Her face flushed: "Your Highness, in broad daylight, this isn’t appropriate, is it?" Lu Ying remained silent. Beneath the desk, Shen Yinning’s phoenix-shaped eyes glimmered with mischief as she intentionally groped Shen Yunxi’s thigh again. Shen Yunxi let out a soft cry, raising her hand in mock reproach to lightly pound on Lu Ying’s chest: "Your Highness, you’re so naughty!" Lu Ying knew it was Shen Yinning’s doing. He released Shen Yunxi: "Go back and prepare yourself; I will visit your chambers tonight." "Really?!" Shen Yunxi’s joy was boundless. "I’ll go bathe and change right away, and make sure the palace is spotless." After she left, Lu Ying glanced under the desk: "Still not coming out?" Shen Yinning climbed out. Lu Ying pulled her into his arms, his large palm gripping her small face: "With the Crown Princess present, how dare you act so recklessly?" Her face was palm-sized, easily cupped by his hand. Shen Yinning’s cheeks were pinched, forcing her to pout her red lips, revealing her pristine white teeth. Her phoenix eyes watered alluringly as she murmured coquettishly, her voice hoarse: "Your concubine grew jealous seeing Your Highness cherish my sister." Jealous... Lu Ying’s narrow eyes narrowed slightly. Back then, he had wanted nothing more than to wed Shen Yinning, but he had caught her engaging in an intimate and flirtatious moment with his elder brother, hugging and kissing in secrecy. On that drizzly day, harboring resentment and jealousy, he had staggered back from Shen Garden to the Eastern Palace, burning all night with a fever. To think the selfish Shen Yinning could also feel jealous of him favoring another woman. She should feel jealous. Everything he endured, she should experience tenfold. Lu Ying gently stroked her delicate, fair face, his words sharp as blades: "Jealous already? What will you do when you witness me and her having children together, harmonizing as husband and wife, while you remain a shadowy bed warmer? Shen Yinning, know your place." Shen Yinning’s heart clenched tightly. She didn’t even love Lu Ying. Yet, hearing these words, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of discontent, as though a shadow had cast itself upon her tender heart. Lu Ying seemed to find her humiliation insufficient. His long, slender fingers roamed her body with abandon, continuing, "Even though we once had a marriage agreement, I am now married to your sister. For you to climb into your brother-in-law’s bed is shameless enough—how dare you envy Yunxi?" Shen Yinning’s ears burned, her cheeks flushed a deeper red like blood. She lowered her crimson-tinted eyes and softly murmured assent. That night. Lu Ying had planned to spend the night with Shen Yunxi. Shen Yinning obtained a packet of drugs from Gui Quan and unhesitatingly mixed it into Shen Yunxi’s tea. It was a potent knockout powder she had acquired at great expense, enough to keep Shen Yunxi sound asleep until dawn. Thus, when Lu Ying arrived, he found Shen Yunxi snoring loudly, deeply asleep in the canopy bed. S~eaʀᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Shen Yinning reclined lazily in the rose chair, her face innocent: "When I came in, my sister was already asleep. She must be exhausted from managing the Eastern Palace and won’t be able to serve Your Highness tonight." Lu Ying cast her a glance. Though he had no proof, he was inclined to suspect it was Shen Yinning’s doing. He said, "What a coincidence." Shen Yinning raised her charming, moist phoenix eyes: "Your concubine is willing to take my sister’s place and serve Your Highness." Amid the flickering candlelight in the bedchamber, the young woman’s eyes held unhidden seduction and allure. Lu Ying looked down at her from above, his narrow eyes dark and brooding. After a long moment, he leaned down before Shen Yinning. His calloused palm clamped around her cheeks, and he gazed intently at her lips. Her lips were strikingly beautiful—plump and soft, like flower petals imbued with dew, their color gradually transitioning from deep to light rouge. From this proximity, he could catch the deeply sweet aroma of roses, as if urging him to bite and taste. His tone was icy: "Such beautiful lips, yet every word that comes out of them is a lie." Shen Yinning smiled. She proactively draped her arms over his broad shoulders, using his strength to lift herself closer. Her lips brushed faintly against his thin ones. Ignoring his latter remark entirely, her voice was husky with flirtation: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness. I, too, think my lips are exceptionally beautiful." Their gazes locked. Shen Yinning’s mischievous crescent-shaped eyes curved like a triumphant little vixen. Slowly, she released Lu Ying and slouched languidly back into the rose chair. She tilted her head slightly, revealing a sliver of her fair neck and collarbone, then raised a slender, jade-like finger to her lips. Her gaze was both teasing and provocative: "So, Your Highness, do you want to taste? My lipstick, I suspect, tastes quite different from Shen Yunxi’s." A lone candle crackled quietly in the stillness of the chamber. It was as if a taut string in Lu Ying’s mind had finally snapped. His dark pupils deepened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he suddenly bent down to capture Shen Yinning’s lips. Shen Yinning was scooped into his arms, her skirts fluttering like petals as she tumbled onto the soft carpet beneath him. Hairpins clattered to the ground, her ebony locks cascading like a waterfall. The man’s muscles rippled with tension, his arched back like a drawn bow imbued with unstoppable force, intent on melding the prey beneath him into his very marrow. "Dare to lie again?" "Dare to deceive me again?!" "..." Each question was as relentless as his siege, domineering and overpowering. Like a storm unleashed. Shen Yinning’s bitten lips oozed crimson, resembling a tattered edelweiss flower. She whimpered with tearful desperation, her words fragmented: "Your concubine... Your concubine dares not anymore..." The girl looked so pitiful. Lu Ying cradled the back of her head with his large palm, staring at her sweat-drenched, entranced face for a moment before bowing his head to kiss away the blood from her lips. The next moment, Shen Yinning flashed a radiant smile and fiercely bit down on his lips. Lu Ying winced in pain, gripping her dark locks: "Shen Yinning!" Her long hair was thick and lush, spilling from his grasp. Shen Yinning softly exhaled, her gaze untamed and defiant. Her hoarse voice carried a playful lilt: "Fooled you—of course I still dare..." The young woman was rebellious and fearless, like a wild creature untamed. Desire flared even hotter within Lu Ying.

Chapter 58 - 57: Daring to Deceive You, My Lord

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