The Obsessive Crown Prince Can't Let Me Go
Chapter 86 - 85: His Highness Feels Compassion for His Lady

Chapter 86: Chapter 85: His Highness Feels Compassion for His Lady

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Shen Yinning glanced at the red coral bracelet on her wrist.

Out of sorts and sulking?

Lu Ying had been moody and irritable all day—was he sulking about her?

The glitter in her Dan Feng eyes shimmered faintly; suddenly, she understood.

The next morning.

Lu Ying was having breakfast in the Drooping Flower Pavilion. When Shen Yinning arrived, Bai Shuangshuang was already attending him.

Bai Shuangshuang chuckled and said, "Mistress Shen, we all serve His Highness here. How can you wake up later than His Highness? The Shen Family has been confiscated; you’re no longer the privileged eldest lady of old. You should acknowledge your current status. Stop acting against principle by keeping His Highness waiting, and definitely don’t anger him."

"The dogs standing guard and the roosters crowing rise early, indeed," Shen Yinning said as she elegantly took her seat. "But I’m neither a dog nor a rooster. I wanted to sleep a bit longer to preserve my youthful complexion—surely, that’s not a crime, is it? Sister Bai, you were a maid, after all. You’ve spent your life serving others, and now that you’ve become an attendant in the Eastern Palace, you still can’t break your habit of waking early to serve. Look at those dark circles under your eyes—you look five years older already."

The young maiden was quick-witted and sharp-tongued.

Bai Shuangshuang instinctively touched her own eyes, only then realizing that Shen Yinning was covertly mocking her for her lowly origins, comparing her to dogs and chickens. Immediately, shame and anger surged within her.

Clenching her handkerchief tightly, she thought privately that she should never have felt remorse over what she did to betray her mistress.

Look at this—Shen Yinning didn’t even consider her human.

What was wrong with betraying her mistress for her own future?

She turned to Lu Ying with grievance: "Your Highness, does this consort really look so old? But my maids all say I look even more tender than girls of fifteen or sixteen."

Lu Ying turned his face, noble and indifferent, his gaze falling on Shen Yinning.

She had taken special care with her dress and makeup today. None of the jewelry or ornaments gifted to her by Lu Shiyan were used; instead, she adorned herself with a complete set of pearl jade accessories gifted by him.

Much more pleasing to the eye.

He fiddled with his tea cup and said faintly, "You actually believe the flattering lies people tell you? Aren’t you aware of your own age? Comparing your tenderness to girls of fifteen or sixteen—what, do you think you’re a twelve or thirteen-year-old child?"

These words made Bai Shuangshuang flush with shame and embarrassment, her cheeks rapidly blooming a deep red.

Covering her mouth, she fled in tears.

Shen Yinning, under the table, discreetly slipped off one of her embroidered shoes.

Her soft, delicate foot slowly climbed up Lu Ying’s calf. Her Phoenix eyes brimmed with affection as she spoke in a soft voice: "Your Highness, have you calmed down?"

The mischievous foot nearly reached Lu Ying’s thigh, dripping with a provocative allure.

This woman was utterly improper.

Lu Ying’s face betrayed no hint of change: "I was never angry."

A stubborn, contrary man...

Thinking this, Shen Yinning spoke in a sugary sweet voice: "This wife will never wear the jewelry gifted by Prince Wu again. Your Highness, do not be upset."

"I said, I wasn’t upset."

"Then please show concern for this wife."

Lu Ying sneered: "You have Prince Wu’s concern—why should I show you any?"

Shen Yinning distinctly caught the faint trace of jealousy in his eyes.

Stifling the urge to laugh, she rubbed her foot teasingly against Lu Ying’s thigh, playfully saying, "Your Highness is jealous again."

"Jealous?" Lu Ying suddenly grabbed the small troublemaking foot. "Why would I be jealous over a mere tool for warming the bed? I simply have a cleanliness obsession—I despise sharing a woman with others."

Though his words were cutting, Shen Yinning felt no discomfort.

Jealousy or possessiveness—he had been fretting about her from yesterday until today. It was evidence enough that he cared.

As long as he cared for her, it meant she had a chance to pull Shen Yunxi down from her position as Crown Princess Consort.

Smiling mischievously and seductively, she replied, "Your Highness wishes for this wife to belong solely to you? How domineering of Your Highness."

Lu Ying neither confirmed nor denied the statement.

He silently stroked her foot, his hands calloused from years of martial practice, making the arch of her foot itch.

Her cheeks flushed a strange shade of red as Shen Yinning let out a coquettish hum, trying to pull her foot away: "It tickles, let go of me!"

Lu Ying pulled her into his arms, sliding off her silk stockings in the process: "So you do know how to be afraid?"

As he spoke, he scratched at her sole.

Shen Yinning struggled in his arms, flailing as hard as she could, but she couldn’t break free. In the end, she laughed until tears streamed down her eyes: "Your Highness is bullying me! Let me go, let me go! Hahaha! Wuuu..."

Lu Ying lowered his gaze, observing the girl’s pitiable appearance as she was tormented to the brink of collapse.

For some reason, he simply felt like bullying her.

He wanted her emotions to rise and fall under his control, wanted her laughter and tears to be his alone, never swayed for another man.

Shen Yinning was, and should always be, Lu Ying’s to hold in his palm.

He stopped tormenting her delicate foot, one hand gripping her slender ankle, the other around her slim waist, as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

Gui Quan coughed lightly with impeccable timing, signaling for the palace attendants to withdraw.

Shen Yinning lay sprawling on the table, her heavy and ornate robes bunched around her waist, enduring Lu Ying’s affection, even as the teapot and tea cups on the table clinked noisily.

Looking down at her from above, Lu Ying caught sight of her tears streaming down.

He steadied her slender waist, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Why are you crying?"

"Your Highness... Your Highness bestowed affection upon Bai Shuangshuang just last night..."

Lu Ying’s face remained expressionless.

He hadn’t actually bestowed affection upon Bai Shuangshuang last night.

But he offered no explanation—he simply plunged into Shen Yinning with added fervor: "If I were to show favor to another woman, would that displease you?"

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