244: Chapter 244 The green tea at the Prime Minister's residence is really delicious.

The First Prince stood on the other side of the screen, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes filled with confusion and suspicion.

Through the pale, misty gauze screen, he could vaguely see his fiancée's body seemingly trembling slightly.

That delicate and enchanting "Hmm-hng" was so soft that it could make one's bones go limp; it didn't sound like the noise someone suffering from a severe illness should make at all.

On this side of the screen, Ouyang Wanqing was nearly collapsing into Chen Shanzhi's embrace.

Feeling the mischief of a certain someone, as well as the First Prince's sharp questioning from so close by.

Her hands gripped the hem of Chen Shanzhi's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning faintly white from the excessive force.

She took a deep breath, forcibly circulating the vigorous True Yuan within her body, suppressing the coquettish gasp that was about to break through her teeth.

"Your... Your Highness, do not worry."

Ouyang Wanqing's voice sounded somewhat exhausted, yet she tried her best to maintain her usual cold and dignified demeanor:

"Just now at the Poetry Gathering, Wanqing forcibly achieved a resonance of Literary Qi with Chen San's ode to the wild goose, causing the Literary Qi of heaven and earth to pour in.

At this moment, the True Yuan in my body is somewhat turbulent and uncomfortable, and my Meridians are aching faintly... That is why I couldn't help but lose my composure, making a fool of myself in front of Your Highness."

Hearing this, the First Prince's suspicion dissipated for the most part, and he instead revealed an expression of sudden realization.

Everyone in the Great Jiang Dynasty knows that while resonance with Literary Qi is a tremendous stroke of fortune, for a Martial Artist in the Profound Gate Realm who has not yet ignited their Life Fire, that massive amount of energy indeed places a great burden on the Meridians.

"So that's how it is."

The First Prince sighed, and through the screen, his tone became more gentle and considerate:

"Wanqing, Literary Qi is certainly important, but your health is even more precious.

That Chen San is merely a poor, pedantic scholar. If not for the fact that his poem was truly stunning, I would definitely punish him for the crime of offending you today."

Listening from behind the screen, Chen Shanzhi curled his lips into a sneer of disdain.

Punish him for the crime of offending?

The First Prince probably couldn't even dream that the poor, pedantic scholar he spoke of was right in front of him, committing that very crime of offense.

"Your Highness... is right."

Ouyang Wanqing bit her red lips, glared fiercely at Chen Shanzhi with her autumn-water-like eyes, and used both small hands to desperately push against Chen Shanzhi.

But how could the pride of Chen Shanzhi as a Martial Artist be suppressed by her?

The more Ouyang Wanqing pushed, the more surging the True Yuan inside Chen Shanzhi became.

Under this prolonged confrontation, Ouyang Wanqing was so exhausted that her legs were trembling uncontrollably.

So she said weakly: "Your Highness, Wanqing truly cannot hold on any longer; I wish to go to the couch on the inner side to rest for a moment... and then talk to Your Highness from behind the screen. Please do not blame me."

"Why would I blame you? Do go and lie down," the First Prince said with concern.

Behind the screen, Ouyang Wanqing felt as if she had been granted amnesty.

She took a deep breath, supported herself on the chair's armrests with both hands, and tried to stand up.

However, the moment Ouyang Wanqing moved slightly, Chen Shanzhi stood up along with her.

To prevent the First Prince from discovering any clues, their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Ouyang Wanqing's loose, water-blue dress draped down like ripples, perfectly concealing the hems of their skirts and trousers.

Looking from behind the screen, it appeared as if there was only Ouyang Wanqing.

"You... you scoundrel..."

Ouyang Wanqing turned her head back, and with almost imperceptible lip movements, she gritted her teeth and scolded.

Chen Shanzhi just grinned wickedly, and to ensure Ouyang Wanqing wouldn't be discovered while walking.

His hands firmly gripped Ouyang Wanqing's slender, willow-like waist.

Like the most attentive guard, he protected her as she walked step by step toward the large bed on the inner side.

This short distance of a dozen steps was, for Ouyang Wanqing, even harder than ascending to heaven.

To avoid being discovered, she had to stop and rest after every step she took forward, indicating that her body was indeed ailing.

And to act out the appearance of being unwell, with every step Ouyang Wanqing took, her body would tremble slightly, keeping her toes pointed straight.

Then, imitating the appearance of being ill, she would softly moan: "Hmm..."

If not for Chen Shanzhi's large hands firmly supporting her waist, Ouyang Wanqing would have long since collapsed onto the Persian carpet.

The water-blue skirt hem swayed slightly in the air with their steps; this slow, burdened walk not only made the True Yuan inside Ouyang Wanqing boil like boiling water.

It even made Chen Shanzhi, because he had to hold up Ouyang Wanqing for so long, feel hot all over, his eyes filled with beast-like aggression.

Finally, the two moved to the edge of the large bed.

Ouyang Wanqing's body nearly collapsed onto the bed.

She leaned to the side, lying on the soft quilt, her stunningly beautiful face red enough to drip blood, her beautiful eyes looking misty towards the direction of the screen.

And Chen Shanzhi naturally pressed against her from behind.

Like a ferocious leopard, he pulled this delicate, soft body into his embrace.

His strong body circled her entirely from behind, and in that instant, the offensive lost all control.

Because the large bed was very far from the screen, a full several zhang away.

Coupled with the Profound Rank screen's powerful isolation of Divine Sense, Chen Shanzhi perfectly demonstrated.

What it means to be bold, and what it means to reap the rewards!

That was the muffled sound of silk quilts rubbing together; although separated by the screen, it was still faintly audible in the quiet inner chamber.

Ouyang Wanqing was frightened to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

She bit her red lips tightly, her small hands grabbing Chen Shanzhi's arms in reverse, desperately lowering her voice: "You... do you want to die... Hmm..."

The First Prince sat outside the screen, fretting over not being able to find a topic of conversation.

Hearing a series of faint movements from inside, he assumed Ouyang Wanqing was turning over on the bed and didn't think much of it.

To break the awkwardness, he picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup on the tea table and took a light sip.

"Huu..."

The First Prince's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in admiration: "Speaking of this tea, it is the fragrance of the Prime Minister's Mansion that is best. I have drunk countless rare treasures at my own mansion, but they are not as pleasant as this green tea from the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Pfft."

Hearing this from behind, Chen Shanzhi couldn't help it and almost laughed out loud.

While biting Ouyang Wanqing's round and crystalline earlobe, he shook the entire large bed slightly.

Green tea? It is indeed delicious.

As a Great Master of tea tasting, Chen Shanzhi naturally knew the steps of tasting.

First, one needs to fill the teacup with hot water, then wait for a moment, and the teacup will emit a fragrance.

Then one can begin to taste it sip by sip, right in front of you, the First Prince.

"Your Highness... if you like... it is good... Hmm..."

Ouyang Wanqing felt as if she was about to fly to the heavens, her mind a complete blank.

She had to tend to Chen Shanzhi on one hand... and on the other, pretend to be nonchalant while answering the First Prince.

She was so stifled that her pretty face turned crimson, and even her neck and delicate collarbones turned into the color of pink jade.

The First Prince listened from outside and felt that Ouyang Wanqing's tone was somewhat perfunctory.

Moreover, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a heavy sense of exhaustion.

However, he was, after all, a man with depth of character.

The First Prince naturally knew that his sudden, uninvited arrival today was indeed a breach of royal etiquette.

He figured that this proud Eldest Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion must be somewhat unhappy, and coupled with her genuine physical discomfort, that was why she was so cold.

"Wanqing."

The First Prince put down the teacup, stood up slowly, straightened his robes, and spoke in a gentle tone:

"Seeing you so exhausted, it would not be appropriate for me to disturb you further. You should rest well on the couch, and I will come to visit again in a few days."

Hearing that the First Prince was leaving, Ouyang Wanqing breathed a long sigh of relief in her heart.

If he didn't leave soon, she feared she would truly scream in front of the First Prince as her Divine Sense collapsed.

But just at this moment, Chen Shanzhi suddenly leaned into Ouyang Wanqing's ear, which was so red it looked like it was about to drip water, and with a wickedly mischievous smile, he lowered his voice and whispered a few words.