243: Chapter 243 Wanqing, are you truly alright?

Ouyang Wanqing slumped entirely into his embrace, her ten fingers digging fiercely into his shoulders.

Her teeth bit into the fabric on his shoulder, and her body began moving in a subtle Pilates-like motion while seated.

Just as the two of them had finished this most intimate union and were about to make their next move.

"Creak—"

The wooden door opposite the screen was suddenly pushed open gently from the outside.

Steady footsteps echoed in from outside the door.

The First Prince had arrived.

Behind the screen, Chen Shanzhi and Ouyang Wanqing's movements froze in an instant.

But with the two of them so deeply in love, how could they possibly separate?

Chen Shanzhi could even clearly feel the beauty in his arms the moment the First Prince entered.

Her entire body's muscles tensed up violently due to extreme nervousness, and she then hugged him so tightly that he nearly groaned aloud on the spot.

Ouyang Wanqing tightly closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down through deep breaths.

Afterward, she slowly turned her head back, and her pair of misty, lust-filled beautiful eyes looked outside through the Profound Rank sheer screen.

Through that layer of misty sheer fabric, one could only see a blurry outline wearing yellow clothing, slowly walking to the guest bench opposite.

After entering the room, the First Prince first glanced at the screen, seeing a graceful and slender figure sitting vaguely behind it.

A trace of satisfaction instantly flashed through his slightly sinister eyes.

He lifted his robes, sat down leisurely on the bench, picked up a teacup, and spoke in a tone he deliberately feigned to be gentle and clear:

"Wanqing, I came at an inopportune time this morning. It was the Prime Ministers Mansion Poetry Gathering, and there were too many eyes and ears, so I left first. I've visited rashly now; I hope I haven't disturbed your rest?"

Behind the screen.

Hearing the First Prince's voice, which was filled with a touch of consideration amidst its hypocrisy.

Chen Shanzhi's lips curled into a slightly wicked smile.

Oh, First Prince, First Prince.

You probably never dreamed that your fiancée, whose hand you can't even touch on a daily basis, is holding onto me right now.

Chen Shanzhi looked at Ouyang Wanqing, hugging her tighter with some pity, letting the two of them press even closer together.

"Mmph...!"

Ouyang Wanqing stiffened, her beautiful eyes glaring fiercely at Chen Shanzhi.

She desperately used both hands to press against Chen Shanzhi, telling him that distance creates beauty and that he shouldn't be too close.

Then, she forcibly circulated the True Qi within her body to calm down her breathing, which was on the verge of completely spiraling out of control.

She responded in a cold voice that trembled slightly, yet tried its best to feign calmness:

"Your Highness... Your Highness is too kind. Wanqing... Wanqing just finished bathing and feels a bit weary... I failed to greet you in person, please forgive me, Your Highness."

The First Prince sat opposite the screen, listening to this cold voice coming from behind it, which was somewhat intermittent and carried a hint of strange hoarseness.

Not only did he not become suspicious, but he actually felt an itch in his heart.

Men of the Great Jiang Dynasty just loved cold fairies like Ouyang Wanqing, who were usually dignified and elegant, even carrying a three-part Immortal Qi when they spoke.

"It is no matter. Between you and me, why must we be so formal?"

The First Prince set down his teacup, his voice carrying a trace of eagerness as he took the initiative to start a topic:

"I heard that at the Prime Ministers Mansion Poetry Gathering this morning, there was a guy wearing a mask who called himself 'Chen San.' He wrote an 'ode to the wild goose' and achieved a resonance of Literary Qi with you in public?"

Mentioning this, the depths of the First Prince's tone carried a hint of deeply hidden hostility and possessiveness.

He had rushed over impatiently this time, firstly to interrupt the two of them.

To prevent Ouyang Wanqing from truly having something happen with that wild man who appeared from who knows where.

Secondly, it was naturally to take the opportunity to chat more with this future Princess Consort, foster their relationship, and declare his sovereignty.

After all, there was a significant age gap between the two, and before the marriage was bestowed, they hadn't even met a few times.

The First Prince urgently needed to tie this woman completely to his own chariot.

However, the First Prince had no idea.

Behind the screen, right when he mentioned 'Chen San' and 'Literary Qi resonance.'

Chen Shanzhi's somewhat narrow-minded chauvinism and jealousy were completely ignited in that instant.

"Trying to act all high and mighty with me, are you?"

Chen Shanzhi sneered internally.

He wouldn't be polite to the First Prince at all.

Since you care so much about your fiancée, then today, This Heir will let you know what it means to humiliate you right to your face!

Chen Shanzhi's hands slowly crawled up Ouyang Wanqing's slender waist.

He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm his mood...

"Mmn..."

Ouyang Wanqing's eyes widened abruptly...

"Wanqing? Wanqing, why aren't you speaking?"

Opposite the screen, seeing no movement behind it for a long while, the First Prince couldn't help but ask aloud.

"Your... Your Highness..."

Ouyang Wanqing was currently biting the tip of her tongue fiercely with her pearly teeth, using that faint sensation of pain to forcibly calm herself down.

While feeling Chen Shanzhi carefully examining her body, she replied in a trembling voice that was nearly exhausted:

"That... that Chen San... was just lucky for a moment.

The poems he wrote... were also just ordinary... they aren't worth Your Highness being so concerned about... Mmph..."

When saying the last word.

It was just like someone who had never been to Beijing, watched the flag raising in the morning, then went to visit the Forbidden City, arrived at the Forbidden City entrance.

Then strolled for a day; that numbness that struck directly at the Soul made Ouyang Wanqing, in the end, unable to hold it back.

A delicate, slightly distorted soft moan spilled from her throat.

That sound, heard in the ears of the person outside, was simply numbing to the bone.

The First Prince sat on the chair, his body suddenly tensing up.

Even separated by the screen, he could hear that his fiancée's voice at this moment seemed to have a strange quality he had never heard before.

His brows furrowed tightly, his body leaned forward slightly, and his tone carried a trace of undisguised, deep concern and confusion:

"Wanqing, what is wrong? Is your body truly alright?"