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At night, Yun Qingyu returned to the Princess Residence after finishing her patrol of the military camp. With a slight headache, she leaned against the bed and analyzed the situation, fully aware that today's incident involving the Third Prince would surely provoke various speculations.
However, Hong Yu was a rare pet, unknown to anyone in the imperial city. Thus, she could only sit back and watch the ensuing conflict, curious to see who would prevail. If they could manage to mutually destroy each other, it would save her the trouble of intervening.
Xin Yao had not received any orders but approached Yun Qingyu from behind, his long fingers gently pressing against her temple.
Yun Qingyu haughtily remarked, "You've become bolder."
Yet she shifted into a more comfortable position, allowing Xin Yao's actions to lull her into relaxation as she lazily said, "That feels quite nice. You should give This Palace a massage every night." Xin Yao was more than happy to oblige.
Moments later, Yun Qingyu suddenly raised her hand to touch Xin Yao's neck and asked, "This Palace remembers that your body tends to feel particularly cold after you fall asleep. Why is it that you don't feel this way before sleeping?"
Xin Yao remained in a kneeling position but tensed up instantly.
Yun Qingyu paused and focused her gaze on Xin Yao's face. "You're nervous."
Xin Yao's face turned as red as an apple, his eyes darting away as he dared not meet his master's gaze. He slowly shook his head and replied, "I'm not nervous; it's just a reflex developed over years of martial training. One cannot easily allow others to get close. But since this person is the master, Xin Yao forces himself to relax."
Seeing Xin Yao's submissive demeanor, Yun Qingyu felt unexpectedly pleased. Her fingers slowly slid from Xin Yao's neck down towards his collar.
Xin Yao couldn't help but tense up again, every hair on his body standing on end, his face flushed beyond reason.
Yun Qingyu casually remarked, "Although it's slightly better than your icy temperature after you fall asleep, your body is still cold."
Unbeknownst to Yun Qingyu, her fingers slowly glided to Xin Yao's heart, marking the most unstable heartbeat he had ever experienced.
As his heartbeat intensified, Xin Yao's body grew tenser, his hands instinctively gripping the bedding at his sides. Yet, Yun Qingyu showed no intention of stopping; instead, she looked up at him and asked, "Why are you so nervous? I won't eat you."
Xin Yao, the Shadow Guardian, felt his face and ears flush deeply under the princess's teasing. Yun Qingyu continued in a calm tone, "You need to gradually get used to my actions in this palace. No resisting."
Xin Yao responded softly with a "Yes," his heart in turmoil from her teasing. However, Yun Qingyu irresponsibly lay down and said, "Let's sleep."
Xin Yao felt his mind spinning slightly as he clenched his hands tightly, striving to control his racing heart. He slowly lay down beside the princess.
Yun Qingyu observed Xin Yao's flushed cheeks and couldn't help but smile. "I wasn't being inappropriate just now."
Instantly, Xin Yao sat up and knelt, saying, "My life belongs to my master; even if you were inappropriate, I would still be willing."
Yun Qingyu played with Xin Yao's hair, lifting her gaze to the obedient young man. The air was filled with the fragrant scent of flower petals from the hot spring bath he had just taken—a delightful aroma that made her think: Out there, he was fierce and unyielding, but here in this palace, he was as docile as a cat. This feeling was quite pleasant.
Finally withdrawing her hand, she said casually, "Sleep," and lay down as if nothing had happened, though a strange sweetness lingered in her heart.
She found herself enjoying Xin Yao's attitude; this contrast gave her a strong sense of superiority—what one might call vanity.
Yun Qingyu pondered silently: So it turns out I am indeed a vain woman.
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