C16 Prince Chen's Proposal(1)

However, Zi Man had failed in stealing the jade, her hands had been injured, and she had been whipped by her father. She had even been charged with being a "wicked" person and had to stay in her room for several days.

A few of his favorite concubines tried to curry favor with him, wine, delicacies, dances, etc. However, the more he watched, the more annoyed he became. Usually, their flirtatious greeting would have made him satisfied, but now, his mind was filled with the shadow of the young girl sitting under the peach blossom tree …

She had a peerless beauty, a fragrant aroma, and eyes that were filled with fear like that of a little deer … He could not and could not accept that this young girl was actually his own blood sister!

How is this possible?

A man was like a worm in the brain. His guts were as big as the sky.

Therefore, at midnight, when everything was in reverse, Zi Man, ignoring his father's orders, quietly left the chamber. Without any attendants, she headed straight for the deer park.

The deer park was remote, and the cold winds blew fiercely. Before Zi Man had barged in, it was rare for anyone to come here, not to mention that the order from Master Zheng had already been passed down.

Zi Man effortlessly made her way under the wooden door.

That night, the old palace maid worked for one of the concubines that Zheng Mu doted most. Of course, Zi Man had long since arranged this service, so he didn't want anyone else to get in his way.

He swaggered in.

The night was quiet. The moonlight was already shining through the shabby window sill. There was only a thin quilt on the small wooden bed. The young girl quietly laid on the bed. The moonlight cast a layer of faint radiance on her gentle face.

Her arms were stretched out, slender, delicate, jade-like.

Zi Man's burning desire immediately ignited and she completely forgot the pain of her hands being burned. She pounced on him like a vicious dog …

In the darkness, as he neared her, it was as if he could smell the scent of orchids. It was intoxicating.

Xia Ji opened her frightened eyes in the darkness — she already recognized this man — as her own Brother Shu. This bastard actually dared to come.

She tried her best to push him away, but how could a weak girl match up to a grown man who was burning with lust? Her struggle was stopped by him. This time, he had learnt his lesson and did not dare to take off her clothes. He only held her hands tightly and then madly tore at her skirt …

The moonlight was suddenly hidden. It was already the darkest time of the day. The next moment, the morning sun was about to rise.

Suppressed by that terrifying brute force, Xia Ji was so terrified that her eyes could only widen. In her despair, she vaguely recalled someone telling her that if she encountered any danger, she could shout out his name towards the sky. However, she had forgotten his name — just like that hidden red pearl. Her memories had been erased as well, hidden very, very deep, and only a little bit of them had been activated during her most desperate moments …

But this remnant didn't help her. She looked up at the sky, but what she saw was the dark top of the little house, and she couldn't remember what to call it.

Zi Man fiercely shoved the handkerchief that he had prepared into her mouth, but when she suddenly stopped moving, he heaved a sigh of relief and laughed sinisterly: "Even if you are a monster, I will still eat you up today."

Even if you die under the peony flower, it would be good to be a ghost.

At this moment, Zi Man had completely forgotten about the morals of the people.

He proudly took off his clothes and pounced on her, finally getting intimate with her …

What welcomed him was not sweetness, but another scream.

As if he had been bitten by a venomous snake, he jumped up abruptly, his legs jumping in pain.

Xia Ji suddenly lost the weight on her body and struggled to turn around, but her eyes revealed a savage light as she crazily grabbed a wooden stick from the corner and threw it at Yun Che as if she was hitting him, "You demon … You really are a monster … "I'll beat you to death, you monster …"

A large hand reached out and fiercely grabbed his stick. In the next moment, he was already thrown out. He didn't even make a sound before fainting.

By then it was light, and the first dew of the morning had fallen from the swaying Fusang flowers on the windowsill.

Xia Ji covered her face with her hands as she wailed miserably.

Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was disheveled, and she was trembling all over. She was like a little deer that had fallen into a trap, unable to save herself or break out of this trap.

The man standing in front of her silently looked at her with eyes that gradually revealed traces of pity.

After a long while, he finally stretched out his hand. With a gentle and familiar voice, he said as if he was reuniting with an old friend, "Xia Ji, are you alright? "What did I bring you?"

Xia Ji suddenly raised her head.

Although it had been many years, she immediately recognized the gentle eyes and the kite in his hand — the proud eagle, the spirit who could soar freely in the sky.

At this moment, she wished that she could immediately grow a pair of wings and fly out of the prison like deer garden.

She looked at him with misty eyes. He lowered his head slightly, opened her palm, and placed the kite in her palm. He smiled silently. "Don't be afraid, Xia Ji. From now on, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

At that moment, all the haze had been swept away.

The man in front of him was so tall, so handsome, and he exuded a noble and noble aura that could not be angered or angered. He carried a treasure sword on his back and stood tall. His large hands were filled with force as they gripped the string of the kite, adding to his gentle demeanor.

She stared at him – a stranger, but so familiar. It was as if he had known her in his previous life.

In fact, she had only seen him once when she was very young.

The crown prince of Chen, the current commander-in-chief of the three armies.

At that time, the boy from back then would have already reached the heavens.

He smiled as he stared into her eyes. "Xia Ji, my name is Zi Ling. Back then, I didn't have the chance to tell you my name."

The morning sun completely enveloped the entire pink color of the old peach tree.

On the stone, a man and a woman sat quietly.

After a long time, she remained silent. She was gentle and elegant. As for him, he was staring at her dumbly.

Ever since they parted, he had never forgotten about her. In a flash, many years had passed, and the way she had grown up turned out to be exactly the same as what he had imagined.

She had dreamed of it countless times in the middle of the night, looking forward to it countless times — as expected, she was just like that.

It was the pinnacle of his dreams, a kind of beautiful dream, an infinitely warm wish... Regardless of whether it was the imperial palace of the Chen Kingdom or the victorious return from the wars to the north, countless beauties had been sent to his side. Some were fawning on him, some were fawning on him, some were fawning on him, some were pure, some were plump, some were charming, and some were dignified … No matter what kind of woman it was, he had no interest in her.

Strangely, he would dream of her many nights, as he had grown up with each other.

He wanted to ask, "Xia Ji, do you dream of me often?" But he did not ask, for he was sure that she must have dreamed of him often, or she would not have lain so familiarly beside him, like a childhood sweetheart.

Is this the fate between people?

She kept her head down, holding the string of the kite. Occasionally, she raised her head and saw his focused and gentle gaze. For some reason, her face was slightly hot and her heart felt like it had been struck by a deer. Thump thump thump … This kind of heartbeat was different from the fear she felt when being forced by the blanket. It made her feel excited, excited, yearning, and a sense of security. It was as if she had been waiting for a good man for many years … However, she didn't know why …

He stared at the blush on the young lady's white cheeks, and his heart unexpectedly hurt slightly. He stood up and pulled her hand, "Xia Ji, have you learned how to fly a kite?"

Her gaze suddenly fell on Zi Man, who was unconscious outside the wooden door. The blush on her face quickly faded away and was filled with fear.

The child spirit smiled and said lightly, "Don't worry, there will be people who will take him away."

When his voice fell, the two servants had already rushed over, flustered and exasperated. Seeing Zi Man on the ground, with both of his hands charred black and unconscious, they were so frightened that they ran away, fearing that a monster might charge out …

Xia Ji let out a sigh of relief when the sound of the footsteps had completely faded away, but the worry on her face didn't diminish in the slightest. Although Zi Man was once again scared off, who could guarantee that he wouldn't do it a third or fourth time?

This time, he had a child spirit.

Next time, who would make it in time?

The child spirit was thinking about Zi Man's charred hands. He knew it wasn't his doing, but he didn't dare believe it. How could the weak Xia Ji make him act like this?

Along the way, he had gotten a lot of information about Zheng from the spies Chen Guoshan had planted, including various legends about Deer Garden.

He was a young lady that was able to shock the heavens. People actually dared to call her a demon-level character.

Yet, there was still Zi Man, this shameless thug, who wanted to use the name of getting rid of those monsters to commit crimes.

Of course, he wouldn't believe Xia Ji had some kind of demonic magic on her, but she definitely had some sort of magical power on her. He wasn't afraid at all. Slowly, he reached out and took her hand.

She felt the warmth of her palm, and he felt a soft, greasy smell.

He was all right, neither scorched nor knocked down.

He sighed, he could not understand what was going on. Poor Xia Ji. If she really had a 'demonic technique' on her, he would actually be happy for her.

It was because she didn't that he was worried.

Having witnessed his brother Shu's wicked behavior with her own eyes, and seeing such a simple and crude deer park, Xia Ji continued to stay here by herself. Sooner or later, there would be a greater calamity awaiting her.

He made up his mind, looked into her eyes, and said very seriously: "Xia Ji, I came here specifically to propose to your father. I will marry you and make you my princess consort. "