Chapter 47: The Mad and Passionate Prince x The Pampered and Spoiled Princess (47)

Her flesh trembled uncontrollably under the rough kisses.

Within the crimson canopy, the woman’s skin was dazzlingly pale.

Shu Yao lay atop a wolf-fur cloak, nearly drowning in its folds, her skin faintly flushed with a delicate pink.

Shen Jingmu’s palm covered the nape of her neck, his breath burning hot.

“Your Highness, open your mouth.”

“Mm...”

Her breath was wholly stolen away, the red canopy swaying with the motion.

Shen Jingmu pressed her beneath him, his Adam’s apple rolling as he bent down to kiss the hollow at her collarbone, causing her to tremble slightly as she clutched his back.

The bite marks had long since healed; her soft white skin bore no blemish.

He bit gently, as if wanting to leave a new mark but refrained from biting hard, like a wolf still nursing, nibbling with milk teeth.

“Your Highness...”

Shen Jingmu whispered her name, his scorching breath brushing her ear.

Shu Yao tilted her head back to receive his kiss, her fingers weakly entwining in his hair.

“Bite... more gently.”

Shen Jingmu smiled, his hands locking around her waist.

“Ah...”

Shu Yao’s voice faltered.

The flickering candlelight danced before her eyes; she shivered, completely consumed by the intense heat.

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Shu Yao could not lift a finger; her hair was disheveled, like black silk spilled over her shoulders.

She leaned weakly against the bed curtain, her eyelids fluttering shut, her face flushed.

Steam rose in soft white tendrils from the copper basin of hot water, while Shen Jingmu knelt beside the carpet, dipping his fingertips in to test the temperature.

Even now, with their roles reversed, he stubbornly insisted on washing her feet.

He lifted Shu Yao’s foot, his hands submerged in the warm water; when his fingertips touched the smooth arch, it felt like a piece of white jade soaked in honey.

He massaged meticulously, his gaze earnest.

After kneeling for so long, numbness crept up his calves.

He shifted his posture, rubbing with even greater care.

The steam thickened, Shu Yao’s feet reddened from the soak, her rounded, delicate toes forming a pleasing curve.

Looking up, Shen Jingmu saw Shu Yao had fallen asleep, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, restless.

Shu Yao dreamt once more—a dream belonging to Shen Jingmu and Zhaoyang.

In it, she was a venomous supporting character, an observer of the entire tale.

The dynasty toppled, the nation destroyed.

After Shen Jingmu took control of the Eastern Palace, he ruthlessly slaughtered the entire palace.

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The Khitans, fierce by nature and long oppressed by Da Chu, now avenged their great hatred by exacting revenge on all Chu people.

Palace maids and concubines were forced into serving as military prostitutes; eunuchs and ministers became outlets for brutality.

Blood stained the Tai Chi Hall, flowing down the palace paths; even after thorough cleaning, the stench of blood lingered in the air for half a month.

Blood clots seeped beneath the palace walls, breeding fresh decay.

Zhaoyang was imprisoned in the main hall by Shen Jingmu, forbidden to leave.

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