Chapter 1 He Has a New Love

Chapter 1 He Has a New Love

"...It hurts!" Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the quilt tightly.

Xie Yan's movements did not stop; he simply said coldly, "Endure it!"

Red gauze curtains hung to the ground, and the golden bells by the bedside rang out in alarm.

Two pairs of shoes were placed on the footrest, one on the left and one on the right, silently facing each other.

About half an hour later, the red gauze curtain parted, and Xie Yan came out, picking up a crimson robe from the wooden rack.

Shen Nanzi propped herself up, her beautiful legs sliding out.

Xie Yan's gaze swept over her legs, and the disgust in his eyes was like a needle, piercing Shen Nanzi's heart.

Suppressing her anger, she stood before Xie Yan, her figure fully revealed, and reached out her delicate hands to straighten his clothes.

She muttered a soft complaint, "You only come once a month, and every time it hurts so much!"

Xie Yan looked down at her beauty beneath the thin veil, his tone tinged with mockery, "It hurts so much, why don't we just call it quits?"

Shen Nanzi bit her red lips tightly. He would tease her like that, and she said angrily, "I've heard that this thing is... extremely comfortable to do!"

She has been married for eight years and has read many stories, all of which describe the love affairs between men and women in an extremely beautiful way.

But every time I come to her, it feels like I'm being tortured.

"Comfortable?"

Xie Yan seemed to have heard something amusing, "Do you even know that only men and women who are in tune with each other can be harmonious? You and I are not!"

"Light the lamps!" His voice seemed to carry the chill from outside, cold yet authoritative.

Hearing his undisguised disdain, Shen Nanzi's eyes turned red with anger.

An old woman immediately entered the room and lit all the lights, instantly brightening the previously dim light.

Xie Yan raised his hand, reached for the wooden frame, pulled out his belt, and hooked the two ends of the belt with his fair and slender fingers.

Shen Nanzi stood behind him, faintly smelling a hint of perfume.

She immediately grabbed his sleeve and brought it to her nose to smell.

Seeing her act absurdly again, Xie Yan frowned, swung his arm, and forcefully pulled his sleeve back.

"Why do you smell of a woman's rouge?" Shen Nanzi questioned, raising her voice slightly.

The atmosphere became tense.

Hearing the tone of voices behind the screen, the two old women serving outside knew that the prince and princess were about to argue again, and they quickly retreated in fright.

"Stop being so suspicious and unreasonable all the time."

Xie Yan's thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, and the disgust in his eyes was undisguised. As he spoke, he stepped out of the inner room.

Trying to get by again, Shen Nanzi felt a surge of resentment rising in her throat.

"Xie Yan, you stop right there!"

She chased after him barefoot, her voice sharp and piercing.

Xie Yan didn't even turn his head. Half of his handsome face was covered in frost. His tall figure wasn't in the light, but his back was straight as he stood by the door.

"Are you trying to cause trouble again?"

"Are you having affairs again?" Shen Nanzi's voice suddenly dropped, lowering most of its volume, as if protecting the last bit of face she had left.

My heart felt like it was being crushed inch by inch, a bloody mess, and even breathing was painful.

It's like a punishment for her past choices. She meant well, so why is it such a bad retribution?

She refused to accept this!

Xie Yan spoke with a cold sneer, "What do you want to do now? Isn't it better to be a quiet princess? Why do you have to cause such a commotion?"

"I'm asking you, do you have another woman?" She gripped his wrist tightly. "If you don't tell me, you won't be leaving this room tonight!"

Xie Yan shook off her hand, "Don't touch me!"

Shen Nanzi looked at her empty palms, her heart aching with a dense, persistent pain.

The mystery surrounding Rouge Fragrance coiled around her like vines, tightening its grip and preventing her from finding peace. "Tell me! Isn't that right?"

"Auntie," Xie Yan called out to the door, his voice flat and emotionless, as if mocking her the most.

"This old servant is here!"

The door was pushed open, and a woman in her fifties appeared outside.

Her hair was neatly combed, and her clothes were clean and wrinkle-free. She looked at the bright and beautiful woman behind Xie Yan with a worried expression.

“Your Highness, let Prince Jing leave,” she said, stepping into the house to block out the chill from outside. “It’s getting late, and Prince Jing has court affairs to attend to tomorrow.”

The appearance of her great-aunt, coupled with the cold wind, suppressed Shen Nanzi's raging anger.

Before his eyes, a purple hem flashed, and Xie Yan stepped across the threshold and left.

She watched his unwavering steps with a mixture of discomfort and frustration.

It was freezing outside, and the cold air rushed in, so my aunt quickly closed the door.

Turning around, she saw Shen Nanzi draped in a thin veil, completely unaware of the freezing weather, her face stubbornly raised, refusing to let her tears fall.

Feeling sorry for her, he took a cloak, stood on tiptoe, draped it over her, and then helped her sit down at the round table.

"I'll get you some sweet soup. Drink it and then you can have a warm nap," her aunt coaxed her like a child.

After saying that, his short figure disappeared through the doorway, which he closed behind him.

The room fell silent, and she sat listlessly on the round stool like a puppet whose soul had been ripped from its body.

“A biting wind,” she cried.

A man dressed in black tight-fitting clothes pushed open the door and entered. He looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old and had an icy aura about him.

Upon entering the house, I collided with the charcoal fire inside, and steam rose from my body and head.

"Go and find out which vixen has seduced him this time?" Shen Nanzi's eyes hardened; she had to know the answer.

"Yes." Lie Feng accepted the order, and as he looked up, his worried gaze fell on her.

*

The next day, in the princess's bedchamber, Lie Feng led people to Shen Nanzi and handed her the files.

"Kneel down!" Lie Feng said coldly.

The little girl shrank back and quickly crawled on the ground, not daring to lift her head.

Shen Nanzi sat upright on a rosewood chair, the nail polish on her fingers gleaming a vibrant red, matching her bright red lipstick, creating an oppressive and chilling effect.

"Raise your head!"

The little girl timidly raised her head, but dared not meet Shen Nanzi's scrutinizing gaze, her eyes darting around in fear and unease.

Shen Nanzi looked at the girl in front of her. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a small face, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and could be described as pretty at best.

I couldn't help but scoff...

Xie Yan's taste is getting worse and worse! Each one is worse than the last.

"You dare to share a man with me, the princess!" she shouted sternly.

The little girl was so frightened that she trembled all over and didn't even know how to beg for mercy. She just lowered her head and large tears fell down her cheeks.