She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 61: You Really Have a Bad Temper, Only I Can Indulge You

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: You Really Have a Bad Temper, Only I Can Indulge You

Yan Wanqing first visited the estate to check the recent situation of her industries. She had essentially secured dominance in the South of the River region, with Money Leopard now making a figurative fortune daily. However, the North of the Pass still posed some challenges that required her personal attention.

Iron Horse Street, on the surface, carried on with the basic farming tools business, but behind the scenes, the manufacture of cold weapons was thriving. Some had already been sold to other countries, including Qin State.

Business inside Fireworks Lane was especially good, and Chai Shu’s incident had not affected the operation of this industrial chain at all. She had almost completely grasped the weak points of the Imperial Court officials; nearly every high-ranking noble who had visited Fireworks Lane had secrets unknown to others, but known to her—Yan Wanqing.

As for Yan Lingzhen’s Tongren Hall, Yan Wanqing had always let her handle it herself, and given the young girl’s management, it was bound to be successful.

One minute she was pleased, the next, news came from below that some shops had sent in their bills.

Yan Wanqing looked over the statements and her smile gradually faded.

Huai Yu, that wretched woman, spent her money without the slightest heartache!

"Master, Mister Chai has arrived."

Yan Wanqing closed the account book and nodded, "Please invite the gentleman in."

Today, she not only had to discuss the sudden proposal of marriage from the Seventh Prince with Chai You, but she also wanted to hand over the management of Pine Crane Hall to him. Additionally, there wasn’t much time left before the water-management project in the South of the River region, and she hoped Chai You could quickly secure a position in the Imperial Court for Xiao Hongshen.

By doing so, they could introduce Pine Crane Hall’s talents into the Imperial Court, ensuring there were available resources at court so Xiao Hongshen would have an excuse to propose her—considered a simple woman—to manage the water project.

After discussing all these issues, as she was about to leave, Yan Wanqing felt somewhat uneasy.

The case involving Yan Minsheng and Sun Wenxing was still not concluded, and Chai You still couldn’t let the Seventh Prince know that Chai Shu was his biological sister.

"Do I really not need to pressure Xie Qun?" Yan Wanqing asked, looking at Chai You.

Chai You insisted firmly, "No need."

With the conversation having reached this point, Yan Wanqing had nothing more to say.

Chai You had the integrity of a scholar, trusting in the laws and officials of Dawei. She had nothing more to say, simply hoping that when the time came for officials to protect one another, Chai You would manage to maintain his principles.

Seeing how concerned Yan Wanqing was, Chai You felt deeply moved, "Commandery Princess, there’s no need for worry, everything is progressing in a good direction."

"Hopefully... it is so," Yan Wanqing echoed softly, in response to his assuredness.

She marveled at how, even after witnessing the filth of Sun Wenxing and Yan Minsheng, Chai You still chose to believe in human nature.

But she had become cautious—once bitten, twice shy—and could no longer genuinely trust anyone at her core.

Leaving the estate with a heavy heart, Yan Wanqing had a foreboding feeling, her eyelids twitching non-stop. As she passed the eternally dark alley, her heart skipped a beat.

It was not possible.

That person had been gone for a long time.

She had outright rejected him last time, he was none other than the esteemed Crown Prince, how could he obsess over her like this?

Yan Wanqing didn’t believe she possessed such charm to make Xiao Pingfeng unable to forget her.

The truth proved.

She did.

Princess Anping, busy all day, extinguished the lights and climbed onto the bed. Just as she was drifting into a light sleep, she felt someone hold her in their embrace.

Startled awake, she opened her eyes and found herself facing a pair of eyes shining like stars in the darkness.

"Shh." The person put a finger to her lips. The other hand firmly held her waist.

It was Xiao Pingfeng.

He had actually climbed onto her bed!

Realizing this, Yan Wanqing’s hand beneath the covers tried to push him away, "Get off!"

"Why are you pushing? I’ve been holding you to sleep these past few nights."

Yan Wanqing: "???" Have Hong Wu and Piji gone blind with age? A living person enters her room, and they truly don’t see him?

Seeing her dazed, the Crown Prince let out a low and pleased sound from his throat.

"Their martial arts skills are not as good as mine, you don’t need to blame them."

"What are you doing here?" Yan Wanqing furrowed her brow. "As the Crown Prince, have you forgotten all decency and dignity?"

At her words, the Crown Prince raised an eyebrow. "I’ve taken them to your heart."

"You!" Yan Wanqing’s pretty face darkened, and she was about to call for help.

Who knew that the Crown Prince would lean over directly, his hands braced by her ears as he looked down from above, provocatively, "If you shout, I will kiss you. Don’t believe me? Try it."

Yan Wanqing believed he would do it.

Noticing that she finally listened for once, the Crown Prince recalled the news he had heard today, his voice slightly hoarse.

"That time you said you had no intention of marrying the lord from the Northern Border, I took it seriously."

Yan Wanqing did not want to meet his gaze and turned her head to look at the wall inside. "I have the right to choose whom to marry."

"Good, very good!" The man in the darkness gnashed his teeth. "Yan Wanqing, you really are something!"

Yan Wanqing remained silent, her hands nervously protecting her stomach under the covers, fearing any pressure on it, her expression extremely stubborn.

"Is that young marquis from the Northern Border truly so wonderful, so much so that you’re eager to marry him?"

Xiao Pingfeng saw she was silent, reached out, pinched her chin, and turned her to face him, his tone cold. "Speak."

Yan Wanqing swatted his hand away, her eyes full of resistance. "The Crown Prince already has the answer in his heart, doesn’t he? Why ask again?"

"Yan Wanqing!" he rebuked in a low voice, his tone conveying the fury of the moment.

His invasive gaze scrutinized the woman beneath him, inch by inch; he saw her lips pressed firmly together, her eyes filled with repulsion and resistance towards him, a stark contrast to the happiness she showed when she had gone out with the marquis from the Northern Border.

"... So, the world as a dowry that you spoke of that day was just to placate me, wasn’t it?"

Yan Wanqing’s face was calm. "Yes."

"You and I have already... consummated our marriage—"

Yan Wanqing interrupted directly. "So what? I don’t feel I’m at a loss. Or are you, the Crown Prince, less able to let go than me, a mere woman?"

Xiao Pingfeng felt like he was going to explode with anger. Those beautifully shaped lips were speaking nothing but sharp, irritating words, which he hated to hear.

"Mmm!" Yan Wanqing gasped, tried to push him away, but he quickly caught her hands and pinned them above her head on the pillow.

His kisses were unstoppable, leaving her defenseless, trembling incessantly...

Not knowing how much time had passed, just as she felt like she was about to suffocate and pass out, he finally let her go.

Xiao Pingfeng caressed her lightly swollen lips with his thumb, his voice low and hoarse, "... Able to let go? Do you know who I am, darling? Don’t act so wildly just because you know I love you."

"Xiao Pingfeng!" Yan Wanqing raised her hand and slapped his face. A crisp sound echoed in the room, and both were stunned for a moment.

Yan Wanqing hadn’t expected him not to dodge.

Her raised hand hung in the air, her heart skipping a beat.

She had just struck the Crown Prince... It was a capital offense.

What to do?

Before she could react, her hand was captured by a large palm, and soon a moist warmth spread through her palm; she couldn’t believe that this brazen man would kiss her hand, and he kissed each of her fingers.

"What a bad temper. Only I would indulge you. Does your hand hurt?"

Yan Wanqing’s mind was in turmoil. She did not know where the bottom line of this man was, asking if her hand hurt after a knock that could fill a large basket. Did he truly love her to this extent?