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"Hurry, leave."

For some unknown reason.

The attitude of Fujiwara Reiki, who just seemed like she had something to say, suddenly changed, and she even urged him on.

Jiang Chen didn't understand why, but didn't ask much. After all, he was used to this enchantress's unpredictable behavior.

As he walked towards the outside of the palace, just as he was about to step out, he suddenly stopped.

From the corner of his eye,

a figure was walking towards him from the left.

And it was a familiar face.

Prince Wataru Tetsuya!

Caught off guard, Jiang Chen's mind froze for a moment, then instinctively retracted his foot that was about to step forward, without much thought.

Going out now would mean a 100% chance of running into him.

So he quickly walked back.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

"Someone's coming."

There was no way to discuss the issue of guards at this point, since it was an imperial prince, and they likely couldn't stop him.

"Is there a back door?"

He quickly asked.

Fujiwara Reiki pointed to the back.

Jiang Chen immediately walked over, but soon returned.

"It's locked."

Without being asked, he volunteered.

Judging by the time, the young prince outside should have already reached the outside of the hall, and might walk in at any second.

"Follow me."

Fujiwara Reiki grabbed Jiang Chen's wrist, led him around the statue, to the back of it, and under Jiang Chen's gaze, began feeling the base of the statue, as if activating a switch, causing a hidden door in the statue's base to open from the middle.

"Get in."

Before Jiang Chen could react, Fujiwara Reiki pushed him inside.

The hidden door closed again,

"What are you doing in here?"

Unexpectedly.

Not only Jiang Chen, but even Fujiwara Reiki had come inside.

Faced with Jiang Chen's instinctive inquiry, Fujiwara Reiki remained silent, apparently having also followed in subconsciously, as it's hard to think rationally in an emergency.

Due to the height, inside the statue's base, they both had to crouch, with the only light source being a thin slit in the front of the statue.

"Hush."

Fujiwara Reiki hushed, because through the slit, she could see that the young prince had already entered the palace.

It really was Wataru Tetsuya.

As a member of the imperial family, his visit to the Divine Palace to worship was not surprising, just the timing was a little too coincidental.

Also.

Why does this feel a bit familiar?

Last time in Koda Kaoru's creepy little house, it seemed like a similar scene, except it was just him, and now, there were two people.

The statue's base could hold two adults, but space was limited, forcing the two to squeeze shoulder to shoulder. Fortunately, neither of them were too fussy.

In the palace.

The young Prince Wataru Tetsuya would likely never imagine that inside the statue were two pairs of eyes watching him.

After entering the palace, finding it empty, he paused for a moment, then looked around.

Silence reigned, not a soul in sight, not even a ghostly shadow.

He stepped forward, heading toward the god's seat.

Through the slit, watching the young prince approach, Jiang Chen wasn't nervous, just found it strange.

For unknown reasons.

This time felt more thrilling than last time at Koda Kaoru's, nearly being "caught in the act."

"Huff...huff...huff..."

Warm breaths buzzed in his ears.

Because of the confined space, the temperature inside the base began to rise.

Jiang Chen turned his head, bold as ever, daring to speak despite the prince being only a few steps away outside.

"Find a way to get him out first."

"What can I do?"

The rise and fall of the veil suggested Fujiwara Reiki was somewhat... nervous.

"If we're discovered, you'll have a hard time explaining it."

Jiang Chen whispered.

There's no need for his reminder.

They were at the national religion's dojo of Dongying.

Moreover, right in front of a prince.

Disrespecting the Sun God like this, even the Fujiwara Family would find it hard to completely clear their involvement.

"You're just the same."

Fujiwara Reiki's lashes quivered, "So, don't talk."

Dammit.

She was the one who pushed me in here.

In hindsight, it might have been better to stay outside and just say hello.

Of course.

It was definitely not the right time to go out now, not to mention scaring the prince to death, at least he would be invited for a chat.

Outside the statue.

Prince Wataru Tetsuya, oblivious to the eyes watching from the darkness, knelt in worship before the statue, devoutly.

Alright.

So now it's a sin compounded.

Being bowed to in reverence for the first time, Jiang Chen felt quite ashamed, but he couldn't be blamed.

"Do you know each other?"

As long as they were careful, no sound from inside could be heard outside.

Fujiwara Reiki didn't respond, but the answer was clear.

A royal prince, a heiress of the country's top conglomerate, they'd definitely at least be acquainted, if not familiar.

"He won't kneel here for hours, will he?"

Jiang Chen wasn't familiar with Dongying's religious rituals, but he saw no sign of the prince intending to stand up.

Fujiwara Reiki still didn't respond, but Jiang Chen felt a pain in his waist.

This woman.

Wasn't she afraid he'd shout?

Jiang Chen endured the pain, watching the prince kneeling outside through the slit: "You should've said you had plans, could've rescheduled."

The pain in his waist flared again.

This woman.

Was she really nervous?

If he shouted, her reputation would be ruined.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Chen would be a gentleman, but being a gentleman depends on the person involved.

"Let go."

He reminded, or more like warned.

Fujiwara Reiki turned a deaf ear.

Seeing this, Boss Jiang showed no mercy, and in a flash, pinched her waist.

Understandably.

More intimate interactions had happened before, and Fujiwara Reiki should've known his character well. But considering the occasion, she couldn't have expected him to be so bold in this situation.

So, unprepared, her red lips opened, letting out a fatal gasp...

"Are you crazy?"

With lightning reflexes, Jiang Chen immediately covered her mouth the moment he heard the sound, while looking out through the slit.

Thankfully, he acted swiftly, muffling the sound immediately, so Wataru Tetsuya was none the wiser outside.

In the darkness, their position was incredibly suggestive, Jiang Chen seemingly like a ruffian seizing a girl, holding Fujiwara Reiki while covering her mouth.

Women, these creatures, are beyond reason. Once provoked, they might act without considering any consequences, much like Fujiwara Reiki at the moment, who started biting Jiang Chen's hand through the veil, making it feel both wet and tingling, rather than painful.

And she began struggling with all her might, her body squirming against Jiang Chen's, her hips rubbing against him.

Jiang Chen was helpless, one hand covering her mouth, the other holding her waist. Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, "You started this. With him still outside, if we're discovered, we might as well prepare to become international celebrities."

Perhaps his words worked, as Fujiwara Reiki stopped struggling.

Seeing her calm down, Jiang Chen slowly released her.

"Scoundrel!"

But as soon as he let go, Fujiwara Reiki, like a bristling fox, bit his hand again.

Jiang Chen had to cover her mouth once more.

This time, Fujiwara Reiki struggled more fiercely. Jiang Chen couldn't bring himself to hurt her for real, so he didn't use his full strength. In the ensuing struggle, with both of them already crouched, they lost balance and fell to the ground.

It was more comfortable lying down, actually.

The base lacked height, but there was relatively enough width.

Besides.

Underneath, feeling the exaggerated curves of her body, Jiang Chen knew now was definitely not the time to show any fear.

So he didn't apologize, silently gazing into her eyes.

Pinned down heavily, Fujiwara Reiki's chest heaved continuously. She was not a conservative woman.

But being proactive and being passive are entirely different matters.

"If you move, I might actually rape you!"

Fujiwara Reiki suddenly held her breath, perhaps from anger, her face flushed a vivid red, as if it were dripping with dew.