Ch 85: I’ll Help His Highness With His..

In Meng Tingyue’s estimation, on this day that she thought would naturally lead to consummation, Shen Yunheng suddenly reached out, grabbed her bedclothes, and wrapped her from head to toe, airtight.

She struggled for quite some time before managing to poke her head out from this warm bundle, only to find Shen Yunheng already lying down comfortably, his eyelids closed lightly, appearing ready to fall asleep.

This scene caused Meng Tingyue to feel a sense of frustration, as if a carefully planned act had suddenly fallen flat.

But she did not lose heart for long, and quickly freed herself from the confinement of the bedclothes, nimbly flipping and leaping onto Shen Yunheng’s waist and abdomen.

Shen Yunheng suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes profound, like the most captivating vortex in the night, as if to swallow all of Meng Tingyue’s courage and determination.

Faced with these eyes, Meng Tingyue inexplicably felt a surge of timidity.

She kept cheering herself up in her heart, so she didn’t cowardly lie back down.

“His Highness, are you… unable? If you are unable, Your Servant can cure you…”

Before she finished, the surrounding world turned upside down with unexpected speed.

Shen Yunheng’s movements were swift and powerful, instantly flipping her over, while he steadily pressed himself above Meng Tingyue.

His dark eyes appeared particularly profound at this moment, slightly narrowed, with a sharp scrutiny like that of a hunter examining its prey, looking up and down at the Meng Tingyue beneath him, his gaze as if wanting to devour her inch by inch.

Fear rose again in Meng Tingyue’s heart; she sensed the dangerous aura emanating from Shen Yunheng.

Shen Yunheng’s voice was low and magnetic, “Meng Tingyue, I advise you, do not play with fire, the consequences are far beyond what you can bear.”

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue sniffed, feigning composure, a stubborn curve on her lips, trying to mask her uneasiness with words: “Perhaps it is His Highness yourself who is afraid.”

“If His Highness truly has an ailment, don’t be negligent… uh…”

Meng Tingyue’s eyes suddenly widened, sparkling with disbelief, mirroring Shen Yunheng’s profound, night-like black pupils.

In those eyes, she clearly reflected her current appearance, and… a burning desire so intense that it almost swallowed her entire soul.

Immediately afterward, an indescribable feeling of suffocation quietly came, as if even her breath was silently deprived by this force.

Meng Tingyue could only helplessly submit, using all her strength to capture the thin air.

Half a cup of tea later.

Finally, Meng Tingyue, like a fish that had met a life-giving rain after a long drought, gulped down the surrounding air, her limbs, which had been covered by the bedclothes, weak and limp.

Her eardrums were so quiet that she could only hear the rapid beating of her heart like a drum.

Shen Yunheng got off the bed, his eyes full of desire, staring intently at Meng Tingyue, as if wanting to devour her.

A wave of panic surged in Meng Tingyue’s heart, and in her haste, she quickly covered her face with the bedclothes, as if this would block out the alarming gaze.

Seeing this, Shen Yunheng curled his lips into a faint smile, a smile with a touch of amusement and meaning.

He looked deeply at Meng Tingyue once more, then turned around and strode towards the outside.

As for Meng Tingyue, under the bedclothes, besides her rapid breathing and heartbeat, there were no other sounds. She didn’t know if Shen Yunheng had left, she only felt the heat of her breath, gradually turning her cheeks crimson.

Trembling, she gently touched her burning cheeks, then touched her slightly sore and numb lips, her mind filled with the images from just now.

She momentarily regretted her decision for tonight.

Shen Yunheng had only been gone for a short time when he returned, his body carrying a hint of the outside chill. He stood quietly in the room for a moment, allowing the chill from outside to gradually subside before slowly walking to the edge of the bed.

He gently lay down, noticing that the person beside him was still asleep, and gently lifted the silk quilt covering her face.

A small face, flushed crimson from the heat, was thus revealed, like peach blossoms blooming at dawn, delicate and charming.

His gaze involuntarily lingered on her slightly full, alluring lips.

His eyes deepened unconsciously, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, the desire ignited within him forcefully suppressed, only turning into a long, subtle sigh.

His gaze unintentionally fell upon the red string around her neck; with a flick of his finger, half a jade pendant fell into his hand, his fingertips gently caressing the jade.

After a moment, he wrapped Meng Tingyue entirely in the bedclothes and fell asleep in this position, holding her.

The next morning.

After Meng Tingyue woke up, the bed beside her was cold again.

She gently raised her wrist, slowly sat up, her voice soft yet with a hint of imperceptible hoarseness, calling for Qinglan and Qingdian who were waiting outside the door.

Qinglan entered at the sound, her gaze falling involuntarily on her slightly swollen lips as soon as she saw Meng Tingyue, “Crown Princess, how did your lips get chapped?”

A touch of heartache appeared in her eyes, “It must hurt, His Highness the Crown Prince is really something, he doesn’t know how to be gentle, it’s a good thing the Crown Princess didn’t have other injuries.”

At these words, Meng Tingyue’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson, the blush more vivid than the newly bloomed flowers outside the window, as if it could bleed.

Qingdian was directing the servants into the room when she suddenly saw Meng Tingyue, and quickly hurried closer, asking with concern, “Crown Princess, why is your face so hot? Do you have a high fever?”

Her hand gently rested on Meng Tingyue’s cheek, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes full of concern: “It is a little hot…”

“I’ll send someone to boil some medicine.” Qingdian turned to give instructions.

“No need, I’m fine.” Meng Tingyue quickly spoke, stopping Qingdian who was about to leave.

Although Qingdian had doubts, she did not insist.

At this time, Qinglan quietly pulled Qingdian aside and whispered a few words in her ear, a blush of shyness instantly coloring Qingdian’s face.

“It seems that the book I sent was quite effective. The Crown Princess only read it for a day, and she successfully gained His Highness’s favor.” Qingdian’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous light, she said softly.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue awkwardly looked away.

Qinglan really couldn’t help but mention it, if it weren’t for that book… she wouldn’t have tried to challenge the Crown Prince’s authority, nearly putting herself in danger.

“You… you really showed those strange books to the Crown Princess?” Qingdian looked astonished, her tone full of disbelief.

Seeing this, Qinglan hastily hid herself on the other side of Meng Tingyue, a smile on her face, she said with a forced laugh: “Wasn’t I doing it for the Crown Princess? Don’t you care about your masters’ relationship?”

“But, but you shouldn’t show the Crown Princess that kind of book.” Qingdian’s expression was still full of disapproval, her brows furrowed.

“Just tell me, did the method work?”

Upon hearing this, Qingdian’s brows furrowed even more, as if weighing something.