MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 54: don’t come in!

Chapter 54: don’t come in!

As the dream began to fade, the warmth stayed with her, lingering even as the edges of consciousness began to blur. Hua Jing’s lips curved into a faint smile, and her breathing remained steady and calm.

Even in the waking world, the remnants of the dream lingered. Her body instinctively pressed closer to the real warmth beside her, her fingers curling slightly as if holding onto something precious.

Zhao Yan, still wide awake and acutely aware of her every movement, glanced down at her sleeping form. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he rested his head back against the pillow, his own thoughts swirling in the silence of the room.

...

he sun was high in the sky, its rays shimmering across the vast expanse of snow. Despite the icy cold that gripped the landscape, the sunlight gave the area a soft, ethereal glow. The snow sparkled like countless tiny diamonds, blanketing every inch of the ground and adding a serene beauty to the world. Birds chirped from the few trees that dotted the area, their melodies breaking the silence of the early morning.

In the shelter, some of the maids had already woken up, quietly bustling about to prepare for the day. Xia Lin, her leg feeling much better after being tended to, was up earlier than usual. Though she still walked with a slight limp, she insisted on being the one to care for Hua Jing. After all, Hua Jing had always been particular about who attended to her needs, and Xia Lin had been her closest confidante for as long as she could remember.

"Bring the water here," Xia Lin instructed a few maids, leading them toward the chamber where Hua Jing and Zhao Yan were staying. Despite the events of the previous night, Xia Lin wore a determined expression. She couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else caring for Hua Jing, especially not after everything they had been through.

Reaching the chamber, Xia Lin pushed the door open without much thought, her voice bright as she called out, "Young lady, I’ve brought water for you to—"

Her words died mid-sentence as her eyes landed on the scene before her.

Her entire body froze in place, her jaw slightly slack.

Hua Jing and Zhao Yan were locked in a tight embrace, their forms entwined as if they were the only two people in the world. Hua Jing’s face rested against Zhao Yan’s chest, her arms wrapped securely around his waist. Meanwhile, Zhao Yan’s hand was cradling Hua Jing’s head, his other arm draped protectively around her back.

The prince’s long, dark hair fell loosely around his face, obscuring his features, but even from this angle, it was clear that his mask was nowhere to be seen. The sight of the normally reserved and guarded Zhao Yan looking so vulnerable and intimate was enough to leave Xia Lin utterly stunned.

Behind her, the other maids peeked over her shoulder, curious about why she had suddenly gone silent. The moment they saw the scene inside, their reactions mirrored Xia Lin’s. Their eyes widened, and within moments, their faces turned beet red.

One of the younger maids whispered, "Is that... the prince without his mask?"

Another one elbowed her sharply, hissing, "Don’t stare!"

Xia Lin, regaining some of her composure, quickly motioned for the maids to step back. "Let’s go," she muttered under her breath, though her voice shook slightly.

The maids hesitated, their gazes flitting between Xia Lin and the intimate scene before them.

"Come on!" Xia Lin snapped, her face burning with embarrassment. She turned on her heel, practically dragging the other maids out of the room.

Once outside, she closed the door quietly but firmly behind her. The moment they were out of earshot, one of the maids burst into a fit of giggles.

"Did you see that?" she whispered excitedly. "The seventh consort and the prince were so... close!"

Another maid, her cheeks still red, nodded eagerly. "And His Highness wasn’t wearing his mask! Did you see how handsome he is?"

Xia Lin let out an exasperated sigh, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. "You shouldn’t gossip about His Highness and the seventh consort. Show some respect."

The maids quickly straightened, though their eyes still sparkled with amusement.

"But, Miss Xia Lin," one of them dared to ask, "don’t you think they looked... perfect together?"

Xia Lin paused, the question catching her off guard. She thought back to the scene inside the room, the way Hua Jing and Zhao Yan had held onto each other so naturally, so instinctively. It was a side of both of them she had never seen before, and it left her with an odd feeling she couldn’t quite place.

"I suppose," Xia Lin finally murmured, her voice softer now. "But that’s none of our business. Come on, we have work to do."

The maids nodded and followed her down the hall, though their excited whispers continued.

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Meanwhile, back inside the room, the soft click of the door closing didn’t go unnoticed by Zhao Yan. His eyes fluttered open, a faint crease forming between his brows. Slowly, he looked down, his gaze landing on Hua Jing still nestled against him.

Her breathing was steady, her face peaceful, and her grip on him had loosened slightly in her sleep. Zhao Yan’s lips twitched into a faint smile as he adjusted the blanket around her.

"You really have no shame, do you?" he muttered under his breath, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

Careful not to disturb her, he leaned back against the headboard, his thoughts drifting. The events of the past few days had been nothing short of chaotic, yet this quiet moment felt like a reprieve—a moment of calm amidst the storm.

For the first time in a long while, Zhao Yan allowed himself to relax, his gaze lingering on Hua Jing’s sleeping face.

The room was quiet except for the faint sound of their breathing. The early hours of the morning had stretched on, and Zhao Yan found himself wide awake despite the warmth of the bed. His gaze settled on Hua Jing, her face relaxed and peaceful in sleep.

"Hua Jing," he called softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t wake.

Her arms, which had somehow found their way around his waist during the night, tightened slightly, pulling him closer. Zhao Yan froze, his eyes widening in surprise. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

She shifted slightly, burying her face against his chest, and let out a soft, contented sigh. Zhao Yan looked down at her, utterly baffled. Her usually sharp tongue and quick wit were nowhere to be found in this vulnerable state.

He couldn’t help but notice how her hair spilled

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