The Obsessive Crown Prince Can't Let Me Go
Chapter 50 - 49 Wild, Fierce, and Desirous_2

Chapter 50: Chapter 49 Wild, Fierce, and Desirous_2

The young girl, at some unknown point, had tugged off her human skin mask. She propped her hands behind her, mischievously stretched her legs toward Lu Ying, and provocatively pointed her snow-white toes straight and taut. Her voice carried a hint of teasing, "What was Your Highness just thinking?"

The wind stirred amidst the wild mountains, scattering the girl’s dark hair like tumultuous clouds, resembling a fox inviting a scholar.

Lu Ying stood motionless, his refined and noble bearing clashing with the untamed wilderness, his upright and dignified demeanor incompatible with the girl in alluring red clothes—he was like a steadfast, austere pine tree.

Shen Yinning tilted her head. "Ah, I forgot. Crown Prince Lu Ying—the epitome of decorum and restraint, modest in conduct and disciplined in self-control, a true gentleman—would never engage in such debauchery amidst the wild."

With each word she spoke, Lu Ying’s face grew progressively colder.

After all, no matter how upright and restrained, hadn’t he already committed the sin of stealing a minister’s wife?

His body tightened like a bowstring, and his cold voice repeated, "Get up. Return to camp."

Shen Yinning extended her crimson tongue and lightly licked her finger like a wild creature, her voice suggestive as she said, "Is Your Highness afraid?"

The girl was feral.

Like a wild animal beyond control.

Lu Ying frowned and reached out to grab her.

Shen Yinning evaded his grasp, instead opening her mouth to take hold of his finger.

The soft, moist sensation felt like dew sliding over a petal.

The interplay of his long, well-defined fingers and her vibrant, full lips painted a scene of intense, amorous ambiguity.

Lu Ying’s Adam’s apple tightened further, involuntarily conjuring images of what other pleasures those lips might offer.

Shen Yinning looked at him and suddenly began to laugh.

"Haha..."

"Hahaha..."

Her laughter grew bolder, echoing through the mountain forest, stirring howls from wolves deep within the craggy peaks.

Laughing uncontrollably now, Shen Yinning collapsed backward onto the rocks, her slim shoulders convulsing as red fabric sprawled around her like something demonic. Her long legs tangled askew, exposing swaths of snowy, tender skin as though a fox mocking a scholar’s helplessness.

Lu Ying’s body tensed.

A dark cloud quietly veiled the full moon.

The wilderness was cloaked in shadow.

Shen Yinning’s laughter abruptly ceased.

Suddenly, she reached out and hooked Lu Ying’s belt, forcing him to lean down toward her.

Lu Ying planted his hands on either side of Shen Yinning’s body. "Shen Yinning..."

Her loose, silky hair tangled around Lu Ying’s neck as she wound it strand by strand.

With her lips, she traced the edges of Lu Ying’s thin ones and, in a voice only the two of them could hear beneath heaven and earth, offered an invitation brimming with temptation: "Since propriety has already crumbled, why not fall completely into ruin?"

She was like a demon.

Wild, fierce, and yearning.

In that moment, all the moral teachings he’d studied seemed to vanish from his mind.

Lu Ying’s last shred of rationality shattered silently.

Gripping the pale softness of her chin, he kissed her ferociously.

An hour later.

Back in the camp, Shen Yunxi was still snoring softly in her sleep.

Shen Yinning sat weakly on the rose chair, her breaths shallow and labored.

The madness had receded. She spoke gently, "Your Highness, may I ask to return for a bath and some rest?"

Lu Ying reclined against the bed and replied icily, as if seeking revenge, "No."

Shen Yinning pouted.

She had almost forgotten—he had always been petty.

The night was still long.

Shen Yinning dozed off briefly but woke abruptly to find Lu Ying and Shen Yunxi sleeping side by side, soundly and peacefully.

A sharp, hidden pain pierced deep inside her heart, like needles pricking.

How strange, she didn’t even like Lu Ying. So why did seeing him in harmony with Shen Yunxi make her unhappy?

Perhaps it was because Shen Yunxi had taken what was supposed to be her place...

For two consecutive days, Shen Yinning remained in Lu Ying’s main tent, disguised as a palace maid.

During the day, she washed Shen Yunxi’s dresses, shoes, and handkerchiefs.

The toxic powder seeped thoroughly into every intimate item, yet Shen Yunxi was oblivious, still praising Shen Yinning for her meticulous laundering and fragrant results.

At night, she stayed on duty in the tent.

But often, after Shen Yunxi had fallen asleep, Lu Ying would take her to the small woods—sometimes for a leisurely stroll under the moon, other times giving in to impulse, indulging with her regardless of place. He seemed to have utterly shed his reserved decorum, growing wilder than she had ever been.

His disposition was cold; yet in matters of intimacy, a blazing desire consumed him. He would conjure myriad ways to torment her, driving her to the edge of ecstasy and agony, pleading and sobbing for mercy.

For two straight days, Shen Yinning had not returned to camp. Gao Zheng, frustrated, repeatedly wanted to confront Lu Ying but feared inciting his wrath.

Helpless, he lingered often near Lu Ying’s main tent, until he personally witnessed Lu Ying leading the palace maid into the small woods.

The night was too dark for him to see the maid’s features, but the silhouette was unmistakably Shen Yinning’s.

Gao Zheng clenched his fists involuntarily. "Shen Yinning..."

He could hardly fathom how Shen Yinning, a pampered daughter of the Duke Mansion, could stoop so low, engaging in illicit acts with a man in the wilderness!

Even a brothel courtesan wouldn’t degrade themselves to such an extent!

To marry such a woman—what an insult!

He must expose this to the Crown Princess Consort immediately!

Fearing Lu Ying’s reprisal, Gao Zheng dared not confront Shen Yinning directly. Instead, he deliberately sighed loudly in Yin Shanshan’s presence.

Yin Shanshan looked puzzled: "Husband, as the Prime Minister’s heir, your future is bright. Why are you suddenly sighing like this?"

"Last night..." Gao Zheng hesitated, "Last night, I personally saw His Highness the Crown Prince sneak into the small woods with a woman. He did it so discreetly, I suspect the Crown Princess Consort is unaware."

Yin Shanshan’s eyes glinted. "You mean His Highness is carrying on an affair behind the Crown Princess Consort’s back? Perfect! The Crown Princess never warms up to me. Husband, do you think if I bring this news to the Crown Princess Consort, she might start treating me like one of her own?"

Yin Shanshan couldn’t help but imagine a storyline where she and Shen Yunxi antagonized each other at first, only to become allies later.

Drawing on her knowledge from online novels, she envisioned herself as the clever, assertive secondary wife rising to prominence, while the Crown Princess Shen Yunxi served as the lively yet naive female lead. Lu Ying and her husband Gao Zheng would be brothers-in-arms, and she and the Crown Princess would become inseparable sisters.