She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 62: Despite all this, you still want to marry someone else?

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Despite all this, you still want to marry someone else?

"I’m tired, let’s sleep." The gentleman graciously removed his outer robe, stretched out his arm to embrace her, and considerately pulled the blankets over her.

Yan Wanqing’s body was stiff, her hands pressing against his hot chest, and her cheeks flushed with rising warmth: "Get out."

"What are you talking about?" The man lowered his head slightly, his breath tickling her ear with a teasing tone, "I haven’t even entered, how can I leave."

"...You, you’re being absurd!" Yan Wanqing bit her lower lip, it took her a while to understand his meaning, and she managed to choke out a few words.

"Alright, I’ll stop teasing you, go to sleep now. Several old ministers clung to me today, I’m exhausted."

Yan Wanqing felt the arm she was resting on lift, and he reached out to gently rub her head, showing great affection.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to do.

He said that he’d been holding her to sleep for the past few days, how come she hadn’t noticed at all? Could it be because she was too tired during the day that she slept so deeply at night?

Underneath the covers was his long body, like a warm stove radiating heat, making her, tormented by the cold from the Thousand Mechanisms Poison, irresistibly want to snuggle closer for warmth.

Seemingly sensing her cautiousness, the man lifted his leg to clamp her feet between his, and the remaining hand took hers, sliding it directly inside his undergarment against his chest.

The chest was scorching hot, so much so that Yan Wanqing instinctively wanted to retract her hand.

"Hiss—" Seemingly chilled by the temperature of her small hand, Xiao Pingfeng took a sharp breath and complained somewhat dissatisfied, "I’m warming your hands and you’re not happy about it."

"No, that’s not it." Yan Wanqing’s voice was as tiny as a mosquito’s.

The man beside her breathed steadily, and the surroundings quieted down again. Yan Wanqing didn’t know when she had drifted off to sleep, but in her dreams, she only felt a warm stove holding her tightly, warmth in her hands and feet, sleeping comfortably.

When Yan Wanqing woke up, she found that Xiao Pingfeng had left his Prince’s Seal on the pillow.

She picked up the heavy Prince’s Seal and met the gaze of Hong Wu, who knelt at the bedside.

"...Master, I only noticed when he left."

The statement was as good as not having said anything at all, noticing even later than your own master, you might as well not have noticed.

Yan Wanqing put down the Prince’s Seal, stretched out her hand to touch her forehead, and realized she was completely out of ways to deal with this gentleman.

He left without a word, only leaving behind this Prince’s Seal.

Yan Wanqing understood all too well what he meant.

He was warning her not to even think about marrying someone else.

"Go and ask the Young Marquis to come over."

In the quiet room, Huai Yu held the Prince’s Seal in her hands, hesitating to speak.

"If you want to ask something, just ask," Yan Wanqing couldn’t stand to see her like this and spoke out of annoyance.

Huai Yu leaned in: "This child is...?" Her gaze fell on the Prince’s Seal and after receiving a nod from Yan Wanqing, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth in shock.

"Then why won’t you marry the Crown Prince? He has left you his Prince’s Seal; marrying him would make you the Crown Princess Consort of the Eastern Palace." Huai Yu couldn’t understand, marrying the Crown Prince was clearly the wisest choice for Yan Wanqing.

The Crown Prince of Dawei had a reputation for being upright, a beacon of righteousness to the world, especially now that the Eastern Palace’s backyard was empty. With Yan Wanqing pregnant, the child would be the Crown Prince’s legitimate eldest son, of a very noble status. Why choose to be a fake man and suffer at the Northern Border?

Yan Wanqing’s lips revealed a bitter smile, perhaps the whole world thought the same.

"I have my own difficulties."

Huai Yu, seeing her expression, didn’t ask further, merely set down the Prince’s Seal and tightly squeezed her hand.

Everyone has secrets in their heart. If Yan Wanqing didn’t want to tell, she wouldn’t ask.

After the lights went out, Yan Wanqing hugged the bedding to her chest, and as expected, that man came again.

Noticing his approach to the bed, Yan Wanqing sat up straight.

"Your Highness, let’s talk," she said.

The visitor had just taken off his outer garment, his body still carrying the moisture of a fresh bath, and seeing her sit up, he asked in surprise, "You haven’t slept yet at this late hour? Were you waiting for me?"

As he spoke, he climbed onto the bed and leaned in close. Yan Wanqing was about to refuse when she saw him wrap his arms around her.

"Hold me,"

his voice was exceptionally husky, sounding very tired.

Yan Wanqing’s heart softened a little, and she reached out to embrace his waist, feeling the cool fragrance of gardenias slowly spread through her breath. She couldn’t help but take a few more deep breaths, feeling very calm and secure.

"...When I was dealing with government affairs in the palace, I always felt empty inside. Now that I’m holding you, I realize that I missed you," he murmured deeply into her hair.

Stripped of his daytime facade and restlessness, he seemed as lazy as a giant pet, rubbing against her neck, wanting to kiss her but afraid of angering her, so he could only take a few more deep breaths, "My dear, it’s so good to have you."

Listening to his whispering, Yan Wanqing suddenly remembered that the Crown Prince seemed to be a few months younger than her, showing a rare childishness at this moment...

Somewhat unexpectedly, her heart softened a bit more.

She attributed this softening to the fact that she was also pregnant.

"May I kiss you?" Xiao Pingfeng had clearly sensed her softening and began to push his luck.

Yan Wanqing slowly raised a hand.

"Got it, got it, I won’t kiss," he quickly backed off, his tone softening again, pleading, "Let’s go to sleep then, shall we, my dear?"

"Let’s talk," said Yan Wanqing just as she was overturned onto the bed with him; the next second, the blanket was also thrown over them.

"It’s cold, let’s talk under the blanket," he was extremely considerate.

Yan Wanqing took a deep breath, telling herself not to get angry, as it was not good for the baby in her womb; she needed to stay calm.

"Our current situation is wrong," she said.

"What’s wrong with it?" he asked unconcernedly.

Yan Wanqing pulled away from his grabbing hand, speaking earnestly as if advising a wayward soul to find their way back, "You can’t always sneak onto my bed in the middle of the night. It isn’t proper, and I’m about to get married. How do you expect my future husband to look at me?"

"After all this, you still want to marry someone else?" Xiao Pingfeng wanted to crack open this woman’s head to see what was hidden inside.

"You’ve hugged and kissed, done what should and shouldn’t be done, and you’re still thinking of marrying someone else? Yan Wanqing, do you even have a heart?"

A heart... of course she had one, it just couldn’t be given away so easily.

Yan Wanqing felt choked up, averting her gaze, "I’ve already asked the Empress for an Imperial Edict, and in a few days, it will be granted for my marriage with the Marquis of the Northern Border."

"Are you trying to kill me?" he tightened his embrace, holding her close as if this would somewhat ease his murderous urge.

She felt squeezed and couldn’t help but moan softly, just once, making the atmosphere turn unbearable.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

The next second, Yan Wanqing was pinned beneath him.

"That mouth of yours would sound prettier making some other noises," he said.