They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 162 Emotions and Desires are Human Nature

It's for this very moment, for all the living, breathing people right in front of us!

"Ziliang thanks you, Miss."

"I don't want to hear thanks. You're mine, remember that."

"You are not alone. If you advance, I will do my best to help you. If you retreat, we will be your solid bulwark."

"Yes, Miss, Ziliang understands."

He clenched his fists. He hadn't chosen the wrong person, while Chu Qiu's legs were numb from leaning against the doorframe outside.

He thought she would try to comfort Huang Ziliang in a physical way again, but to his surprise, she did nothing.

Could it be that Huang Ziliang is special to her, so much so that she can't bear to touch him?

Wu Ziyan then gave Huang Ziliang a few more brief instructions.

However, Huang Ziliang still chose to return to Wu Chengye's residence to continue their next plan.

Chu Qiu was there, staring at him expectantly, as if hoping something would happen.

But Wu Ziyan's smile was pure, yet it seemed to carry a slight distance.

After speaking, Wu Ziyan withdrew from Huang Ziliang's courtyard.

She noticed that Chu Qiu was leaning against the door frame, watching her intently.

She walked over and waved her hand in front of his face. Chu Qiu reacted, but his expression remained cold and indifferent.

Then I looked at Huang Ziliang inside, and there was a smile on his face that I had never seen before when I was with them.

"Your Highness, you treat Mr. Huang differently." There was a strong hint of jealousy in her words.

Wu Ziyan was a little confused. She clearly hadn't done anything, yet it seemed like he thought she had done everything.

"How are they different?"

"You wouldn't even touch him?"

Wu Ziyan knew what Chu Qiu was jealous about again.

She slowly approached, and he unconsciously took a step back.

Wu Ziyan wrapped her arm around his and hugged his arm.

He could feel the softness of her body, and for a moment he tried to pull his hand away, but she held on tightly.

"Everyone has their own way of getting along. I touched you because you like me touching you, didn't I?"

Chu Qiu indeed had no way to refute this statement, as for his abilities.

Resisting Wu Ziyan is as easy as resisting an ant.

But every time she touched him inappropriately, he did not resist.

If you don't hold onto something, it becomes worthless; in fact, he himself has devalued himself.

He no longer struggled to break free from Wu Ziyan's grasp. Sometimes he would think about what Changsun Boyu had told him, and upon reflection, it made perfect sense.

"Why aren't you struggling anymore?" Wu Ziyan had been gripping tightly.

Now she felt no strength to resist her, and for a moment she didn't know whether to let go or not.

"Your Highness may hold on as you please," Chu Qiu said, holding a sword in one hand and grabbing her with the other.

It was the first time he had ever felt his fingers intertwined with Wu Ziyan's; her hands were so soft.

With each step, the fragrance carried by the wind lingered around his nose, and his hands were much larger than hers.

This seems to contradict his understanding of women.

The older women above could easily cover his hand with their palms, and he always lost in arm wrestling matches.

But the woman's hand in front of me is so small, it would break if I squeezed it lightly.

A mischievous thought crossed his mind, and he squeezed her hand with a bit of force.

Wu Ziyan exclaimed, "Ouch!"

It seems like he didn't use much force, yet he still managed to pinch her so hard it hurt?

There was still some confusion in his eyes. Looking at the little hand in his hand, which had been squeezed red, he felt guilty.

He tried to let go of her hand immediately, but she gripped it tightly in return.

His eyes gleamed with a fox-like cunning: "What did you do wrong? You think you can just run away?"

"Your subject...acknowledges his guilt."

"I really don't understand why you've become so distant?"

"My elder sister said... I cannot overstep my bounds," but that wasn't exactly what his sister said.

He didn't want to recall it; just thinking about those words made his ears and face turn red.

The original quote was, "Without a title, you can't overstep the bounds. Little brother, you're not up to the task. Hurry up and take the Fourth Princess as your concubine!"

He's a man, after all, why is he being so proactive? But he felt a tingling sensation in his palm.

It turned out to be the person in front of him, tickling his palm with his hand.

Seeing that he was staring at her, she smiled and said, "I thought you were already deep in thought. What is it?"

"Her face turns red one minute, and her neck turns red the next. Is she thinking of giving me a bath?"

"Your Highness, I have no such subject. Your Highness, please do not speak nonsense."

"Just think about it openly; emotions and desires are human nature."

"Don't you want to know how I feel about you? Who else is allowed into my bathhouse? Not even Lingchuan has ever done so!"

"Your Majesty..." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his mouth was terribly dry.

Yet her eyes are so clear, and she treats many men the same way. Should he believe her?

Then he thought about how, among the royal family, which prince or general had a happy marriage and a good ending? He still found it hard to believe.

In the Situ family, he was more than qualified to be a legitimate husband.

I felt a little unworthy to do her side surgery?

"Alright, let's go. We still need to go to my eldest sister's house. We'll be busy lately, so let's keep our eyes open and not let those people take advantage of us."

She held his hand, and he didn't pull his hand away.

Perhaps she had her own considerations, precisely because of his identity.

That's why he couldn't open his heart like Fang Yuerong or Changsun.

When she went out, she encountered a cleaning servant, and she originally wanted to tell Sima Linchuan.

She might be staying at her older sister's house tonight, so she asked, "Is the master in his room now?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it seems that the master has gone out."

At that moment, she didn't think much of it, assuming that perhaps he was just going to take a quick look around the shop and would be back soon.

“If your husband comes back, remember to tell him that I may stay at the Grand Princess’s residence tonight and won’t be coming back, so he shouldn’t wait for me.”

The servant nodded, but his eyes were fixed on her and Chu Qiu's tightly clasped hands.

This master is truly... extraordinary.

Isn't it a wonder that he'll get jealous if he tells his new lover about this?

"Okay, let's go."

He walked in front, and Chu Qiu walked behind, their hands clasped as they left the mansion.

They should still travel by carriage, after all, Chu Qiu is still an unmarried man, and she cannot be so ostentatious.

If those people saw this, who knows what stories they would make up and that would reach the Queen's ears.

"Your subject will exit the carriage."

"No, I won't allow anyone to look at you. You're so handsome, everyone would be drooling over you."

"You're not married yet! I'm not happy that so many women are looking at you."

"Your Highness and I were in the same carriage; it would be bad if word got out."

"Anyone who dares to spread rumors, have their tongue twisted out."

She closed her eyes and placed her hand on Chu Qiu's leg, while Chu Qiu remained motionless like a quail.

She seemed to be really falling asleep; her eyes were closed, her eyeballs weren't moving, and her breathing was gradually becoming calm.

She found a more comfortable position and slowly slid down to lean on Chu Qiu's shoulder.