Chapter 117 The Most Embarrassing Scene

Chapter 117 The Most Embarrassing Scene

Shen Nanzi grabbed him again, "I don't want you to die!"

Xie Yu's body stiffened, and he turned to look at her.

Shen Nanzi's voice trembled: "If there is no way out, then we will take it one step at a time."

Xie Yu shook his head, his body already somewhat out of control, and he couldn't help but reach out, wanting to touch her.

Shen Nanzi gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort throughout her body, her eyes filled with tears, and brought her cheek close to his fingers.

They all knew that once they touched that path, it would be a one-way street.

Their original friendship will become muddy and unbearable, and unless they lose their memory, they will never be able to go back to the way things were.

They were uncle and sister-in-law, a taboo that was absolutely forbidden before he ascended the throne.

Xie Yu clenched his fists, trembling, and tried his best to pull them back, his body and thoughts locked in a fierce battle.

However, seeing Shen Nanzi opposite him aroused his uncontrollable lust to its peak.

His body couldn't wait for her.

He knew he could not stay there any longer and had to part ways with her.

However, when they tried to leave her, it was as if they were bound by a heavy burden, unable to move an inch.

The overwhelming medicinal power eroded every inch of his skin, as if he could give up everything just to have her.

Even without a future, he was willing to accept it.

Shen Nanzi stared at him. She didn't want Xie Yu to go to his death. They had known each other for many years, and she couldn't bear to watch him die.

She wanted to keep him, even if the consequences were unimaginable, even if there was no longer any friendship between them.

Even if the world despises them.

She only hoped that he could live.

Shen Nanzi trembled, her cheek touching his withdrawn fingers. The burning heat seared them, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Xie Yu's fingertips lightly touched her silky smooth skin as he shook his head, his voice distorted, "Shen Nanzi, no!"

Her cheeks gradually flushed, the heat spreading from her fingertips to the back of her hands, as if the burning desire had finally found an outlet.

The heat intensified and became uncontrollable.

Xie Yu's thoughts were instantly torn apart as the drugs eroded his reason.

She was his cure; he craved more, yet his body involuntarily performed actions he would never have done when he was sober.

He harbored indescribable feelings for her, but that was all.

From the moment she married Xie Yan, he buried his unrequited love deep in his heart.

He was well aware of her affection for Xie Yan.

Then, he understood her resentment.

As Xie Yan's relationship with Xue Qingning is gradually revealed, his deep-seated thoughts also surface, rekindling his hope.

He wanted to be by her side when she was happy.

He wanted to be by her side when she was in pain.

When she let go, he silently waited for her return.

He knew that in her heart, he was a close friend, a confidant with whom she could speak freely.

However, Xie Yushi finds it hard to imagine the kind of suffering she would have to endure to cross this boundary.

He couldn't bear to part with it!

Xie Yu looked at her sadly, watching her take the initiative to approach him, her behavior controlled by the drugs.

She pulled him along, leading him towards the bed.

His feet, however, seemed to have wings, eagerly submitting to her.

She opened a small gap in the bed curtains, turned around, sat on the edge of the bed, tilted her fair face up, and looked up with a dreamy gaze.

Like a bewitching enchantress, she seduced his mind.

She pulled him close, her eyes lingering on him with seductive allure.

His breathing was rapid, as if tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves lived inside him, wanting nothing more than to tear her apart.

Her red lips were so close, he couldn't resist pressing them against his.

But she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, effortlessly leading him to the bed.

His black hair fell down from both sides, blending into her black hair.

Her beautiful face appeared before him.

He reached out and stroked her silky cheek, his fingers moving downwards to reveal the scar on her neck.

Pink, like an earthworm, lying horizontally on top.

He gently stroked her, thinking about how much pain she must have been in back then.

"Shen Nanzi, do you know who I am?" His voice was incredibly strained.

"Xie Yu." Her red lips parted slightly.

...

Meanwhile, at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Qinghe couldn't find Shen Nanzi anywhere. Her panicked gaze caught Xie Yan's eye.

He looked around, but among the group of women, she was nowhere to be seen.

The sacrificial ceremony is still ongoing.

He had a bad feeling; Shen Nanzi must be missing, otherwise her guards wouldn't be looking around so anxiously.

Xie Yan left without making a sound and went straight to Qing He's location.

Qinghe had already searched several times, and now she left the main hall again, preparing to search outside.

"Qinghe, where is the Princess?"

"I'm looking for it too," Qinghe said, feeling extremely guilty.

Where is Cheng'er?

“My aunt took him to the back hall, and the two of them fell asleep. I couldn’t find them, so I came here to report to Princess Jing.”

"By the time your subordinates found the young prince, Princess Jing had already disappeared."

Xie Yan's heart tightened. Where would she go?

Just then, Wuying came to report: "Your Highness, we have received news that something unusual has happened in the palace."

Xie Yan was startled, his heart clenching instantly. "Is something wrong?"

"We don't know yet, we only know it's in the Harmony Hall," Wuying said.

Xie Yan's expression changed. "Let's go to the palace!"

As soon as he left, a cold gaze returned to the women.

Hesitation will inevitably lead to chaos.

Go ahead! From now on, all grudges should be wiped clean.

Her pale fingers twitched with a hint of joy.

Xie Yan rode his black steed from the Imperial Ancestral Temple, galloping along the Imperial Road all the way to the North Gate.

Horses were not allowed inside the palace, so he had to hurry to the Hall of Harmony.

I had a bad feeling.

They all seemed to have fallen into a well-designed trap.

Moreover, the truth will be cruel.

He was afraid, afraid that Shen Nanzi, whom he had finally managed to save, would leave him again.

He couldn't accept it, and couldn't even imagine it.

The word "death" can be used to describe him, but it cannot be used to describe Shen Nanzi and her son.

The fact that Shen Minghan and Xie Yu joined forces was extremely dangerous in itself, and for her, the risk was doubled.

She was in danger from both him and Xie Yu.

Xie Yan lifted his robes, crossed the stone bridge, and stared intently at his destination—the Harmony Palace.

He didn't dare to stop for a moment, fearing that if he was even a step too late, her life would vanish.

abnormal!

What is the anomaly?

Could it be another assassin?

Damn it, he should have never looked away from her.

Xie Yan was filled with remorse.

When he stepped into the Hall of Harmony, the empty hall was eerily silent.

His mind was filled with bloody scenes from the past, and he was somewhat afraid that she was related to those scenes.

He even prayed in his heart that he would give his life to ensure her safety.

"Your Highness, over there."

The shadowless figure that caught up from behind pointed to a side hall.

Xie Yanxin was on the verge of tears.

He drew his short sword to guard against a sneak attack.

There was no danger until he reached the door of the side hall.

The door to the side hall was closed, and he kicked it hard with his foot.

The door opened with a click, and three sharp arrows came into view.

Xie Yan's heart clenched, "Shen Nanzi!"

He didn't realize that his voice was filled with fear as he cried out.

He had never been afraid of death, except for her death.

As a guard, Wuying had already taken the lead in checking other dangerous areas.

He gripped his long sword and cautiously walked towards the inner room.

The curtains fell, and clothes fell from the edge of the bed.

It was a plain-colored dress, the hem of which fell halfway down from the inside.

"Princess Jing!"

There was no answer to him.

He swallowed hard and used his long sword to lift the curtain.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically, and the long sword fell down.

Xie Yan walked over, and Wu Ying stopped him.

"Your Highness, don't look."