The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Chapter 128 You Eat the Meat, I'll Drink the Soup

Just then, Green Pearl stepped forward gently and stood on the other side of Xiao Jinyan, saying softly, "And me, Green Pearl is also willing to contribute to my husband's great cause, even if it means going through fire and water."

As she spoke, she gently leaned on Xiao Jinyan's other shoulder. Xiao Jinyan felt Green Pearl's tenderness, and his other arm naturally wrapped around her. The three of them stayed close together, as if they had formed an inseparable whole.

Yang Rong parted her lips slightly and said, "Husband, it's getting late. Why don't you stay in my room and rest?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinyan's heart trembled. Recalling this series of experiences, he first suffered from Liu Xiyu's relentless attacks, which left him with a sore back and aching waist; then he was entangled by Lüzhu and had to fight her again. After several consecutive battles, he was exhausted.

At this moment, faced with Yang Rong's tenderness, he couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself: if he were to be "tortured" by this woman who exuded a seductive aura, he was afraid he would lose his life in this gentle embrace.

So, Xiao Jinyan forced himself to remain calm, apologetic smile playing on his lips, and said to Yang Rong, "Madam, look at my memory! I suddenly remembered that there are some urgent matters at home that haven't been dealt with yet, and I really can't delay. Another day, another day I will definitely come to find you early and make sure you are satisfied."

Before she finished speaking, Xiao Jinyan had already turned around, her steps as light as a rabbit, and she dashed out of the room in a flash.

Yang Rong watched Xiao Jinyan's hurried departure, her gentle expression freezing instantly, replaced by disbelief. She murmured to herself, her voice tinged with confusion and anger: "What's wrong with Xiao Jinyan? Could it be..."

Immediately, a surge of anger welled up inside her, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Xiao Jinyan, that heartless bastard! We only spent one night together, and he's already bored and tired of me? Men, they really aren't all the same!"

Green Pearl took light steps and slowly stepped forward, her soft, boneless hands gently taking Yang Rong's arm.

“Sister, please calm down,” Green Pearl’s voice was gentle and full of concern. “With your beauty, your husband cherishes you so much, how could he easily tire of you?”

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them. She sobbed softly, "Sister, I was so incredibly foolish. How could I have so easily given my pure and innocent body to such a heartless bastard as Xiao Jinyan! Why is my life so miserable?"

Upon hearing this, Green Pearl frowned slightly and softly comforted her, "Sister, perhaps things are not as you imagine. Maybe your husband is just feeling unwell and lacking energy, which is why he hasn't been able to give you enough care and affection. Once he recovers, he will definitely cherish you like a treasure and treat you with great care."

Upon hearing Green Pearl's words, Yang Rong's expression softened slightly, and her brows relaxed a little.

But just a few seconds later, she looked up at Green Pearl with a strange, scrutinizing gaze: "Sister, if you say that... could it be that Xiao Jinyan has been... drained of his energy by you recently?"

Green Pearl pursed her lips, her eyes filled with innocence and anxiety: "Sister, I really didn't."

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong frowned slightly: "No? Then how do you know so clearly?"

Green Pearl panicked and waved her hands repeatedly, looking aggrieved: "Sister, that really wasn't me!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong's anger intensified, and her face instantly darkened: "Who else could it be but you? Fine, you brat, you're eating meat up there while not even leaving me a drop of soup. Let's see how I deal with you!"

As she spoke, Yang Rong reached out to grab Green Pearl, looking as if she was about to teach her a lesson.

Upon seeing this, Green Pearl turned pale with fright, turned and ran, calling back as she ran, "Sister, it really wasn't me! Please let me explain!"

Yang Rong wasn't about to let it go. She angrily followed behind, shouting as she chased, "Stop right there! I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

As Green Pearl ran, she thought to herself, her heart filled with mixed emotions: Yang Rong, oh Yang Rong, do you know the bitterness in my heart? Not only did I not get to eat the so-called "meat," I only drank the leftover soup...

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Three days later, on the outskirts of Jiankang.

A bright, full moon hangs high in the night sky, its silvery light casting a soft and mysterious veil over the earth.

Under the moonlight, following Yang Rong's directions, Xiao Jinyan traversed the bustling streets and alleys of Jiankang City, finally arriving at the edge of a secluded grove in the north of the city. A gentle night breeze carried the chill of early autumn, mingled with the rustling of leaves.

At midnight, all was quiet except for the occasional chirping of insects and the distant sound of the night watchman's clapper, which together formed a symphony of the night.

Just then, a sudden flight shattered the silence—a flock of crows, as if disturbed by an unseen force, took flight. Immediately afterward, a figure slowly emerged from the swaying shadows of the trees, like a ghost in the night, carrying an indescribable allure.

She was a woman with a graceful figure, her steps light and her long, glossy black braids cascading casually to her waist. She wore a bright red gauze dress, the hem swaying gently in the wind, revealing her navel and adding a touch of untamed and wild beauty.

What is most striking is the lifelike tattoo on her waist—a winding, coiled snake that gleams with a deep blue luster under the moonlight, as if it might crawl out of her skin at any moment, carrying a deadly allure and danger.

Xiao Jinyan's heart couldn't help but race. He thought to himself, "Damn, this girl is hot!"

He took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and stepped forward: "May I ask if you are Miss Hongxiu?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Daoxiu slightly turned her head. The moonlight outlined her exquisite and aloof face, her eyes like deep pools of water. She parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and cold: "Who are you?"

Xiao Jinyan took out the jade pendant that Yang Rong had given him from his bosom and carefully handed it over: "Does the young lady recognize this?"

Yan Daoxiu took the jade pendant and examined it carefully. After a moment, she said, "Indeed, this is my princess's personal jade pendant. Who exactly are you? And why do you possess this item?"

Xiao Jinyan's eyes were firm as he said, "Miss Hongxiu, I am Yang Rong's husband. She entrusted this item to me with a crucial task."

"Oh? You're the princess's husband?"

Yan Daoxiu narrowed her eyes slightly, scrutinizing Xiao Jinyan from head to toe. In the moonlight, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, yet they also held a hint of inquiry and curiosity.

"I never expected the princess to have such good taste."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinyan smiled modestly and quickly waved his hand, saying, "You flatter me, young lady. It is a blessing from my past life that I have the honor of being favored by the princess. However, at this moment, we should focus more on the matter entrusted to us by the princess."

"Wait a minute..."

Yan Daoxiu, however, did not seem to be in a hurry to get to the point. She slowly paced around Xiao Jinyan, her gaze falling more carefully on his face. She murmured to herself, "A full forehead, a square jaw, and an extraordinary aura between his brows. Such a face indicates wealth and nobility, or even more so, the face of an emperor."