Upon hearing this, Wan Qiu felt a bit at a loss. She slowly approached the edge of the couch, bit her lip, and said, "Your Highness, you are only sixteen. If you don't want to, you can wait until later."
In her heart, the Crown Prince was supposed to be a sacred god standing high above the clouds.
Although Wan Qiu had always known that the four of them would one day serve the Crown Prince in his chambers, now that the moment had come, she felt unworthy of the Crown Prince. Not only herself, but anyone the Empress assigned, even if it was the already chosen Crown Princess Consort, would be sullying him by sharing intimate moments.
"Unwilling?" Zhao Xi's eyes were tinged with drunkenness, his originally clear and gentle voice slightly hoarse, deeply stirring emotions.
