NOVEL NEXT Inside Prince Beiding’s Manor.
Ah Zhao is dressed in splendid clothes and walks to the gate of the manor step by step with the help of her maids.
Her steps are steady and the dangling ornament on her phoenix coronet sways lightly with dazzling radiance.
Zhao Yin restrains himself from rushing towards her and remains still when he sees her coming to him.
“Your Highness.” Ah Zhao takes a little bow.
Zhao Yin goes a step forward. With his hands on hers, he stops her curtseying.
“Zhao Zhao, I’m here to take you home.”
Ah Zhao blinks her eyes and says softly under Zhao Yin’s expectant look: “This coronet is really heavy.”
Zhao Yin: “…”
He breaks into laughter.
Come to think of it, that is his Zhao Zhao, who has always been out of the ordinary and original.
He holds Ah Zhao’s hand then turns around to look at Prince Beiding.
Prince Beiding nods towards him.
“Let’s go.” Zhao Yin says.
Ah Zhao nods. She is about to go when suddenly she feels something tightens around her waist and with her view changing, she is carried off the ground round the middle by Zhao Yin.
Ah Zhao is stunned. She looks at Zhao Yin after she returns to herself: “You…”
Zhao Yin smiles slightly: “I want to hold you.”
“I want the world to know that the crown prince and his princess are deep in love.”
A low cry in surprise reaches them from the crowd who are watching afar.
Apparently, Zhao Yin’s astounding behavior is out of everyone’s expectation.
Ah Zhao feigns a glare at him while the smile by her lips remains all this time when she is carried to the carriage by Zhao Yin.
She feels good being cherished by him with the greatest of care.
The mighty parade goes through more than half of the capital of Yan which has aroused the envy of endless girls and attracted countless attention.
At the Eastern Palace.
This palace has been left without a host for decades, however, everything inside always looks as new as ever.
Every day, it awaits its new master with its best self, and today, that master finally comes to the Eastern Palace which has been left quiet and still for decades.
Ah Zhao gets out of the carriage. The stewards as well as the servants of the Eastern Palace are already waiting for them.
Over 100 hundred people bows to the two of them.
Zhao Yin takes Ah Zhao’s hand and goes inside.
“If there’s anything you don’t like, just tell them and let them change it.” Zhao Yin says.
He pulls Ah Zhao into the sleeping chamber and asks the servants to leave them alone.
Then there are only the two of them left in the large chamber.
Once the servants leave, Zhao Yin gets rid of his proper manner at once.
He carries Ah Zhao from behind and kisses her hard on the cheek, complaining with a little grievance: “To be honest, I wanted to do this the moment I saw you at Prince Beiding’s Manor.”
“My princess is more beautiful than anyone else just standing there.”
Ah Zhao is amused by how clingy he is: “Leave me alone.”
Zhao Yin, on the other hand, won’t leave her alone. He can’t get himself away from her and meanwhile he has to declare who she belongs to: “I won’t want others to see you as beautiful as this in a million years. How could I achieve that?”
Ah Zhao plays the profound thinker: “Well, do you want to lock me up in this palace for the rest of my life?”
Zhao Yin sighs: “I would love to but I won’t treat you like that, Zhao Zhao.”
Ah Zhao’s heart is beating a little fast. How come that Zhao Yin talks like there’s honey in his mouth with such little time passed?
Those sweet whispers of love float in the air and seem to turn into endless heat which hits her heart all the way from her ears.
Then they travel all through her body along her veins.
She feels that her body is on fire.