Ye Zhenxian held her close: "The Princess can always speak to the depths of my heart."
Yu Yinglei leaned on his shoulder: "We are husband and wife, of course, Ying Lei must always consider the Prince."
"I'm in a bad mood, how about the Princess comforts me a bit?"
Ye Zhenxian's gaze swept across the room, and the maids waiting inside lowered their heads and retreated, closing the door behind them.
Yu Yinglei smiled on the surface, reached out to unfasten Ye Zhenxian's clothes, but felt a surge of nausea inside, almost making her want to vomit.
Ye Zhenxian noticed her smile was somewhat different from usual, and with a frown, he directly threw her onto the bed.
Soon, indecent noises were heard from the room.
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That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
A horse carriage sped to the entrance of the Eastern Palace, and with a crash, someone fell from the carriage.
