The White Jade Beauty Just Wants to Live Quietly

After seeing the cold face in his memory make an expression that didn’t match it at all, Yin Junheng immediately sobered up a bit.

The killing intent he had accumulated also vanished.

After a long while, Yin Junheng withdrew his hand calmly, his voice cold: “Who told you to sleep here?”

Shen Mingyu’s shoulder was painfully gripped by Yin Junheng, but he didn’t show it, because he also knew that it was against the rules for him to fall asleep like this.

At this time, he endured the pain in his shoulder and silently got up and bowed to Yin Junheng: “It’s Mingyu’s fault, please punish me, Your Highness.”

His voice was soft and gentle, very gentle, and he didn’t argue too much, with a sincere apology.

Yin Junheng looked down from above, the light of the swaying candlelight shining on Shen Mingyu’s snow-white skin, which was as clear and flawless as white porcelain. His thick eyelashes hanging down quietly, his lips were a little pale and there was a weak and sickly air between his brows.

He didn’t seem to mean to deliberately violate the rules.

He didn’t know if it was pretending or if he was really well-behaved.

But Yin Junheng had been dealing with Prime Minister Shen Songting for many years, and knew that he was an old fox who was gentle on the surface but extremely shrewd in reality. As for his son, he wouldn’t be too stupid.

Mostly pretending.

A hint of coldness seeped out of Yin Junheng’s eyes.

But they had only just got married, and it wasn’t yet time to make a move against Shen Mingyu.

With these thoughts, various emotions stirred in Yin Junheng’s eyes for a moment, but in the end, he didn’t make things difficult for him, he just turned around and said lightly: “Forget it, help me take off my clothes.”

Shen Mingyu: “Yes.”

Yin Junheng didn’t look at Shen Mingyu’s expression at the moment, he just flicked his sleeves and walked from the couch to the full-length dressing mirror not far away.

Shen Mingyu followed quietly.

The first thing to be unfastened was naturally the black cloak covering the outside. Shen Mingyu stood tall in front of Yin Junheng, hanging his eyes, his slender white fingers resting on Yin Junheng’s collar, unfastening the cloak tie for him little by little.

Yin Junheng casually looked at Shen Mingyu from above with his bright and sharp phoenix eyes.

After Shen Mingyu unfastened the cloak, he walked to the side, gently shook off the snow water on it, and was about to put the cloak on the dragon head rack.

Suddenly, a drop of dark red liquid splashed on Shen Mingyu’s boot.

Shen Mingyu quietly looked at the dark mark that quickly spread on the head of his boot, turned his eyes away calmly, and hung up the cloak without the slightest disorder in his movements. Then walked back and continued to take off Yin Junheng’s clothes.

Yin Junheng wore a suit of black iron armour under his cloak. Although it was thin, it was heavy. Shen Mingyu took off the armour piece by piece and put it away. By the end, his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Yin Junheng didn’t say a word from beginning to end.

And when the armour was removed, Yin Junheng’s lean, strong, and graceful body was truly revealed.

He had long arms and wide shoulders, and the black sword sleeves outlined a narrow but powerful waist, with an extremely beautiful curve.

Shen Mingyu’s cool fingertips brushed against it, and he could feel the scalding temperature coming through the thin fabric, mixed with the scent of blood and musk, which was very similar to Yin Junheng’s own temperament — aggressive.

Shen Mingyu was about to untie the belt of Yin Junheng’s inner garment when suddenly a large hand with distinct joints grabbed his wrist.

The palm was scorching hot.

Shen Mingyu’s fair fingers curled up unconsciously, and he didn’t raise his head, but lowered his eyes and said softly, “Your Highness?”

Yin Junheng’s indifferent voice came from above his head: “You are very good at serving people, have you studied it specifically?”

Shen Mingyu didn’t understand what Yin Junheng meant, he was silent for a moment, and said softly, “This is all Mingyu should do.”

Yin Junheng: …

So he really wanted to seduce him?

But Yin Junheng looked at Shen Mingyu for a long time from above, but he didn’t see any more romantic meaning in Shen Mingyu’s eyes: those eyes were too clear and beautiful.

After a long silence, Yin Junheng silently dropped Shen Mingyu’s hand, turned around and said, “I’m not in the mood today, go to bed early, I have to enter the palace to meet the emperor tomorrow.”

When Shen Mingyu heard Yin Junheng’s words, he couldn’t help turning his head to look at the slender and straight black figure.

Pursing his lips, Shen Mingyu was a little helpless — so the Crown Prince misunderstood.

But this Crown Prince doesn’t seem as fierce as the system said.

All bark and no bite.

He doesn’t need to be too afraid.

Thinking this, Shen Mingyu glanced at Yin Junheng who was already sitting on the bed, then walked to the side and began to take off his clothes.

He didn’t know that Yin Junheng had been paying attention to him out of the corner of his eye.

Before long, Shen Mingyu, who was only left with his snow-white inner garment, walked to the bed, about to sit down.

Yin Junheng didn’t raise his head, and said lightly: “You sleep on the floor.”

Shen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, but he didn’t refute Yin Junheng’s words too much, thought for a while, and only asked: “Then Your Highness, can Mingyu have another quilt?”

After a brief silence, Yin Junheng grabbed two quilts and threw them over.

Shen Mingyu lowered his head to pick up the quilt, thanked him softly, and really took the quilt and went to make a bed in front of the screen.

When making the bed, Shen Mingyu’s white hands and ankles were exposed, and his fingertips and ankles were red from the cold and trembling slightly.

He couldn’t help but regret it, if he had known he was going to make a bed, he wouldn’t have taken off his clothes first.

Little did he know that all of this was seen by Yin Junheng.

Looking at Shen Mingyu kneeling on the ground, with his back to him, his waist bent, the thin snow-white inner garment outlining his slender and graceful waist. And the hands and ankles that were exposed and faintly pink from the cold. Yin Junheng’s eyes were deep.

For a time, he couldn’t tell whether Shen Mingyu was really obedient or playing hard to get.

But Shen Mingyu quickly made the bed and got into the quilt.

Seeming afraid that Yin Junheng would dislike him, he turned his head away, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, only revealing a beautiful head of blue silk scattered on the pillow.

Yin Junheng: …

After a moment, a soft rustling sound came.

The surrounding candles went out and dimmed.

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In the middle of the night, Yin Junheng is awakened by a burst of rapid and suppressed panting.

Yin Junheng had always been a light sleeper, and was prone to rage when awakened.

But at this time, he came back to his senses and listened carefully for a moment, his eyes sank, and he restrained his anger, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Yin Junheng walked two steps to the screen, and saw the quilt curled into a ball and trembling slightly. His sword eyebrows furrowed, and he reached out and scooped the person up from the ground.

A soft body fell into Yin Junheng’s arms. Yin Junheng stiffened slightly as a conditioned reflex, and then frowned and brushed away the messy hair from Shen Mingyu’s forehead.

Then he saw that Shen Mingyu’s eyes were tightly closed at this time, his long eyelashes trembling, his thin lips slightly open and closed, panting desperately, his face showing an unnatural bluish-white colour. Cold sweat had directly soaked his black temples.

He touched his back, it was ice-cold.

It didn’t seem to be acting.

Yin Junheng frowned, and immediately took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a fiery red pill from it, and stuffed it into Shen Mingyu’s mouth.

Shen Mingyu was in great pain for the first time, and almost vomited the medicine out. Yin Junheng could only stroke his back, and then reach out and pinch his jaws to force the pill in.

Shen Mingyu, who was having an attack, was not aware of it, and bit Yin Junheng’s hand hard several times, leaving deep, bloody tooth marks on his palm.

Yin Junheng hugged Shen Mingyu, his face was very ugly, but at this time he could only stroke his back, smoothing his breath for him little by little, so that he could swallow the pill smoothly.

After about half an hour of tossing, Shen Mingyu’s breathing finally calmed down, and he woke up slowly in Yin Junheng’s arms.

At this moment, the colour of his thin lips changed from bluish-white to pale, and the corners of his eyes were a little flushed from illness. His black hair was scattered on both sides of his face, making his pointed chin even more delicate and slender, revealing a pitiful thinness.

His autumn water eyes were also soaked with a few traces of confusion, and he was obviously not fully recovered.

Yin Junheng saw that Shen Mingyu was awake, raised his sword eyebrows, and was about to ask a question. Shen Mingyu’s somewhat chapped lips moved at this time, and his voice was extremely light and thin, hoarsely saying: “Thirsty…”

Yin Junheng almost lost his temper.

But in the end, looking at Shen Mingyu’s extremely weak appearance nestled in his arms, he still endured it.

“Wait.”

After saying that, Yin Junheng picked up the person, put him on the bed, tucked in the quilt, and turned around to call someone to bring tea.

After half an incense stick, the housekeeper brought a pot of hot tea and a plate of dim sum.

Yin Junheng glanced at it, put the porridge aside, poured a cup of hot tea and walked to the bed first.

Shen Mingyu seemed to be awake at this time, and was quietly waiting for him curled up on the edge of the bed, his black hair loose, his face pale. But he didn’t say a word, very gentle and quiet.

Yin Junheng helped him up, and brought the teacup to his lips, and he would gently tuck his long hair behind his ears, trying his best to lean against the soft pillow. Drinking the hot tea in Yin Junheng’s palm little by little, without pressing his body weight on Yin Junheng’s arm.

Yin Junheng roughly sensed this and narrowed his long, narrow eyes, but deliberately retracted his fingers inward, holding Shen Mingyu’s slender waist in his arms.

Shen Mingyu, who was drinking tea, stiffened slightly, his long eyelashes trembled, and he silently glanced at Yin Junheng.

Their eyes met, Yin Junheng’s eyes were indifferent and deep, like an old well without ripples.

Shen Mingyu quietly looked at Yin Junheng for a while before softly saying, “Thank you, Your Highness, for saving Mingyu just now.”

Yin Junheng’s sword-like eyebrows involuntarily twitched.

Shen Mingyu looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression.

In the next instant, Yin Junheng looked away and said indifferently, “Drink your tea.”

Shen Mingyu responded, lowered his eyes, and continued to drink tea.

After a cup of hot tea, Shen Mingyu’s complexion finally recovered a bit, and his thin lips also changed from pale to light pink. The water stain on his lips reflected a bit of a moist light, and his dark black eyelashes drooped gently, giving him a pitiful look.

Yin Junheng pretended not to see it.

After Shen Mingyu finished drinking the tea, Yin Junheng took the cup, put it aside, and then got up to prepare to turn off the lights.

Shen Mingyu’s gaze happened to follow Yin Junheng’s movements and saw the plate of snacks that had been brought with the hot tea on the short table.

Shen Mingyu had been hungry all day, and the onset of his heart disease just now had consumed a lot of energy. Now, seeing the plate of snacks, his stomach involuntarily churned.

Therefore, even knowing it was inappropriate, Shen Mingyu couldn’t help but ask in a low voice.

“Your Highness, can I have a piece of pastry?”

Yin Junheng paused, and after a while, he said, “Take it yourself.”

Shen Mingyu thanked him again and then leaned forward with some effort, picked up a pastry from the plate, and ate it.

He was also very quiet when he ate, careful and cautious, without making a sound.

Yin Junheng stopped for a moment, didn’t go to turn off the lights, but casually grabbed a cloak, turned around, and walked out of the room to the outer room.

About an incense stick’s worth of time later, Yin Junheng returned, covered in the coldness of wind and snow.

As a result, when he walked to the bed, he found that Shen Mingyu had already fallen asleep.

Curled up in a ball, facing the screen, his dark black hair hung down, and his hand was also resting outside the quilt.

Moreover, he seemed to have fallen asleep in the middle of eating the pastry, with a little pastry crumbs on his thin, red lips, and his snow-white face looked very quiet and soft.

Seeing this, a subtle emotion involuntarily flashed in Yin Junheng’s eyes.

After a moment of silence, he leaned over and, without anyone noticing, raised his hand and gently wiped away the pastry crumbs from Shen Mingyu’s lips with his slightly calloused fingertips.

But in the next instant, Yin Junheng regained his senses, his eyes flashed sharply, his hand involuntarily clenched slightly, and then quickly retracted.

In the end, he didn’t wake Shen Mingyu, but instead took a quilt himself and got up to go to the outer room.

The next morning, a maid knocked on the door and came in to serve his washing.

The maids came in with water and happened to see a snow-white, slender figure sitting up on the couch, leaning against the silk soft pillow.

Shen Mingyu’s ink-like long hair was scattered over his shoulders, like dark clouds. His jade-coloured face was delicate and beautiful, his raven-feather eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his nose was straight and delicate, perfect without a single flaw.

It was just that a faint, pale, sickly air lingered between his beautiful eyebrows, and the colour of his thin lips was also slightly light.

He looked as if he had been suffering from a chronic illness for a long time.

Everyone was shaken by Shen Mingyu’s extraordinary beauty at this moment.

Only the nanny who was serving on the side reminded them, and the crowd quickly came back to their senses and served him.

Today, Yin Junheng was wearing a black gold-patterned python robe, with a jade belt around his waist and a purple-gold crown on his head, looking calm and dignified.

Shen Mingyu’s formal dress was a deep cyan colour embroidered with white phoenix patterns, with a lotus white jade crown on his head, and the jade pendant around his waist was selected in the same colour as the white jade. In addition, he wore a snow fox cloak.

After dressing up, he looked completely plain, gentle, and refined.

The maids and nannies were full of praise when they saw him, but Yin Junheng only glanced at Shen Mingyu lightly and said, “Let’s set off.”

The carriage rumbled, carrying Yin Junheng and Shen Mingyu towards the palace.

In the carriage, the two sat facing each other.

Yin Junheng’s eyes were slightly closed, and his posture was very upright. His left hand was resting on the back of his right hand, and he wore a black gold ring on the index finger of his well-defined hand, with faint patterns on it.

However, Shen Mingyu on the opposite side didn’t pay attention to these decorations. He only saw a very obvious patch of bluish-purple tooth marks on the cold white skin of Yin Junheng’s right hand between his thumb and forefinger.

She was stunned for a moment, but soon, Shen Mingyu realized something and opened his mouth softly in the unusually quiet carriage, “Your Highness, I was out of line last night. Is your hand seriously injured?”

Yin Junheng suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold, stern light flashed in his sharp phoenix eyes.

Their eyes met, Shen Mingyu’s eyes moved, but he still used very quiet and gentle eyes to meet Yin Junheng’s gaze.

Yin Junheng met Shen Mingyu’s gaze for a moment, probably not liking Shen Mingyu’s “docile” temperament, and coldly looked away, “It’s fine.”

Shen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn’t help but smile slightly, “Your Highness is so kind.”

Yin Junheng: …

Yin Junheng: “Shut up.”

As soon as these two words were spoken, the entire carriage suddenly became quiet.

After a long while, Shen Mingyu said softly, “Okay.”

Yin Junheng closed his eyes again.

But in the end, he still couldn’t calm his mind completely—it was strange, Shen Mingyu had already stopped talking.

Finally, he still couldn’t help but slowly open his eyes and looked towards Shen Mingyu on the opposite side.

He wondered if Shen Mingyu would have red eyes? Would he be as sad as those delicate male consorts he had seen?

Or would he be angry, furious?

But when Yin Junheng’s gaze fell on Shen Mingyu again, he didn’t see any of the negative emotions he had imagined on Shen Mingyu.

Shen Mingyu was raising his hand to gently lift a corner of the carriage window curtain, staring outside in a daze, not knowing what he was looking at.

The breeze gently blew his hair around his ears, and his jade-white face was pure and beautiful, with an unusually quiet and calm expression, as if Yin Junheng had just scolded someone else.

Yin Junheng: …

His Highness the Crown Prince closed his eyes again, his expression becoming even more gloomy.

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