Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Chapter 31 Chunmei: So it was His Highness who suppressed Wu Feng

Outside the bedroom door, Chunmei stood by the carved wooden door with her hands hanging down.

Over the past few months, she has had countless urges to push open the door and barge in.

Her Highness's delicate shouts came from inside intermittently. Although she couldn't hear them clearly, each one made her heart clench.

But His Highness said that no matter what happens, no one is allowed to go in.

Chunmei suppressed her impulse time and time again, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Gradually, the anxiety on her face faded, replaced by an almost numb calm.

She raised her hand and waved gently.

Two sword-wielding maids dressed in white appeared silently in the shadows of the pillars.

"No one is allowed to approach the sleeping quarters," Chunmei's voice was soft, yet laced with a chilling intensity. "Those who disobey will be killed."

The two maids clasped their hands in greeting, asked no further questions, and disappeared at either end of the corridor in a flash.

Chunmei turned around and looked at the tightly closed door.

Wu Feng, if you dare to harm His Highness...

She clenched her fists.

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In the sleeping hall.

Wu Feng felt the foot pressing on his chest become much lighter.

Immediately afterwards, a system notification sounded in my mind.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The hardest part should be over now; he shouldn't have to die, right...?

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Li Yunrui looking down at him.

Her face was flushed with a sickly redness, but the corners of her mouth curved into a seductive arc, and her eyes were frighteningly bright, churning with some kind of crazy and joyful emotion.

"You're right," Li Yunrui's voice rang out softly, as if she were talking to herself, "I am the eldest princess, and it's impossible for me to stay in the palace forever, or even in the capital for my entire life."

Wu Feng nodded subconsciously.

Li Yunrui, however, seemed not to notice his reaction and continued softly, "His Majesty will be back soon. Perhaps it is as you guessed, that His Majesty has no one to rely on right now, so some of the things left behind by Ye Qingmei will inevitably fall into my hands."

"But if I get married, His Majesty will definitely take all these things back." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Therefore, I cannot get married..."

As she spoke, she looked at Wu Feng, her alluring eyes clouded with a hazy mist, making them difficult to see clearly.

"Wu Feng," she asked softly, "am I right?"

Wu Feng's Adam's apple bobbed as he replied, "Is Your Highness right...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a dark black coat embroidered with dark gold patterns suddenly fell down, covering his entire head and face.

Wu Feng was startled.

The fabric still retained the warmth of her body and that unique, cool fragrance, which wafted into my nostrils.

Just as he was about to reach out and lift it, he felt the foot that was stepping on his chest move away.

The next moment, he understood Li Yunrui's plan.

"Your Highness, please calm down, please..." His muffled voice came from under the fabric.

"Shut up!"

Li Yunrui's sharp shout carried an undeniable air of authority.

Immediately afterwards, one piece of clothing after another floated down, layer upon layer covering Wu Feng's head.

Soft undergarments, light gauze skirts... each piece carried her body heat and fragrance.

"Don't move it," Li Yunrui's voice came from above, her gentle tone mixed with a morbid excitement, "I want you to feel everything, but... see nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Feng felt his belt being gently tugged open.

The cool air touched his skin, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Your Highness, please don't act rashly," he said urgently. "Besides this, we must have other methods..."

Just then, an even more noticeable chill swept over us.

Hearing his muffled voice, Li Yunrui suddenly giggled, her soft and charming laughter echoing in the dimly lit bedroom.

Immediately afterwards, her warm breath pressed close, and her soft, seductive voice almost whispered in his ear:

"Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

Her fingers gently traced his chest.

"Besides... your body is much more honest than your mouth."

"Hehehehe~"

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Outside the bedroom gate.

Chunmei stood calmly guarding the door. Indistinct sounds came from inside, but she couldn't hear them clearly; she could only occasionally catch the prince's delicate shouts.

It seemed that Wu Feng wouldn't dare do anything to His Highness. Thinking this, she felt a little more at ease.

When His Highness transferred Wu Feng to his side, she thought that it could be a good thing or a bad thing for Wu Feng.

As she predicted, things are exactly as they are now.

Her Highness's few sharp shouts are proof of that.

I just hope Your Highness will go easy on him and not really cripple him.

After all, although Wu Feng had taken away His Highness's favor, he was indeed clever and could help His Highness solve a lot of troubles.

But in the next moment, Chunmei's face suddenly showed a look of shock.

Your Highness's voice...

That suppressed, trembling groan was clearly...

That damned Wu Feng! How dare he bully His Highness!

Chunmei turned around abruptly, her hand already on the door. But just as she was about to push the door open, she stopped abruptly.

Given Her Highness's personality, she would absolutely not allow anyone to see her in this disheveled state.

She bit her lip and asked in a low voice at the door, "Your Highness, shall I come in?"

If His Highness allows it, she will definitely go straight in and tear that damned Wu Feng to pieces!

"No... we don't need that!"

Li Yunrui's urgent voice came from inside, broken and trembling noticeably:

"You...you stay here...don't, don't let anyone near!"

Chunmei was stunned.

Her face flushed instantly, and after a long pause, she responded softly, "Yes, Your Highness."

She got it.

It seems that it wasn't Wu Feng bullying His Highness, but rather His Highness suppressing Wu Feng...

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Meanwhile, five miles east of Kyoto.

The Taiping Villa was surrounded by the Imperial Censorate's men, their black uniforms surging like a tide.

"How could this happen..."

Yan Ruohai, the organizer of the event, stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his face pale as he looked at the bloody scene before him.

The courtyard was littered with corpses, and the bloodstains on the bluestone slabs were still wet, gleaming with a dark red luster in the sunlight.

The once elegant pavilions and towers are now in ruins, with shattered windows and beams covered with marks from swords and spears.

Jug, who was next to him, also looked shocked, his lips turning slightly white.

Yan Ruohai suddenly turned around, grabbed Zhu Ge by the collar, and roared angrily, "Zhu Ge! What kind of person are you, the head of this department?! Why didn't you notice anything at all?!"

Zhu Ge stumbled as he was pulled, and quickly retorted, "Yan Ruohai, calm down! I just got back to Kyoto yesterday!"

"That's no excuse!" Yan Ruohai was furious. "The First Division of the Surveillance Bureau is responsible for intelligence on the entire Kyoto and its surrounding areas, but look at this!"

He pointed to the devastated Taiping Villa, "Look at this place! You all didn't even notice!"

"Lord Zhu..." A staff member rushed over, "We found them! All our men have been killed. The perpetrators were incredibly ruthless!"

"Search!" Yan Ruohai roared, "We must find the young lady!"

"Yes!" The entire Overwatch Council responded, filled with grief and indignation.