In the original work, Xiao Wangye remained chaste for the heroine, not even holding a woman’s hand at twenty years old.
Now, not only was his first kiss gone, but his first time was also about to be given to her.
Coincidentally, this mad prince looked exactly like him.
Xiao Wangye would never have imagined that the Ye Qingcheng he treated as a stand-in could also treat him as one.
Ye Qingcheng laughed, her shoulders shaking, her smile arrogant.
Had this woman gone mad from the medicine?
Xiao Wangye had not expected the usually timid Ye Qingcheng to suddenly become so assertive.
A dark glint flashed in his eyes as he prepared to rise.
Ye Qingcheng suddenly scrambled to her feet and flipped over, straddling him again.
Her hands began to unfasten his belt.
“What are you doing!”
“Having you,” Ye Qingcheng said with righteous indignation.
Xiao Wangye was stunned by her bold and explicit words.
Had this woman’s previously quiet and timid demeanor been an act?
“Your Highness, aren’t we husband and wife? Are you shy?” Ye Qingcheng smiled alluringly.
“Guards…” Xiao Wangye glared, about to call for help, but Ye Qingcheng kissed him again, their words blurring in the passionate entanglement of lips.
Xiao Wangye’s eyelids twitched violently, his eyes bulging.
Ye Qingcheng even used his belt to tie his hands to the head of the bed.
Utterly shameless!
The medicine had taken effect, and coupled with his restricted movement, under the woman’s advances, a trace of blood flashed in Xiao Wangye’s eyes.
The next day, in the early morning.
Ye Qingcheng woke up struggling to breathe.
She’s suddenly opened her eyes to see a murderous face before her.
A pair of large hands were clamped around her neck, tightening with a force that seemed intent on squeezing all the air from her lungs.
Xiao Wangye’s expression was blank, but the redness at the corners of his eyes betrayed his inner rage.
He looked so alike.
Her life in the apocalypse in her previous life had meant she brushed shoulders with death almost daily.
This led to Ye Qingcheng, even in this critical moment, being distracted enough to appreciate the man on the verge of a breakdown before her.
So handsome.
His exquisitely beautiful face outlined lines of breathtaking beauty.
His deep-set features, his robe slightly open, revealing a lean, fair chest, exuded an unspeakable, wicked charm.
No wonder this guy had a notorious reputation, yet was still yearned for by countless young women in the capital.
Xiao Wangye stared grimly at the woman before him.
The neck in his palm was warm and slender; with just a little more pressure, he could snap it.
He waited, expecting her to break down in tears and beg for mercy.
Then, after giving her hope, he would crush this damned woman.
Only through the pleasure of torture could he alleviate his current rage.
But to his surprise, she did not cry or make a scene.
Even though her face was flushed red from lack of oxygen.
Yet, in her eyes, like obsidian, there was no trace of fear.
Xiao Wangye’s expression suddenly turned even more somber. He spoke in a sinister tone, “You are not Ye Qingcheng.”
His tone was irrefutable.
That timid woman would never have possessed such an expression.
“Who are you?”
Xiao Wangye narrowed his eyes and, using his free hand, cupped Ye Qingcheng’s face, roughly kneading it.
He was checking for any signs of disguise.
Ye Qingcheng tugged at the corner of her lips.
This madman was ruthless in his methods yet meticulous in his attention to detail.
He had realized something was wrong so quickly.
She struggled feebly, as if to prompt him to consider her predicament before interrogating her.
With this slight movement, Ye Qingcheng discovered that her whole body was aching severely, feeling as if she was about to fall apart, as if she had been run over by a vehicle repeatedly.
She didn’t need to look to know she was covered in bruises.
This pervert.
Recalling last night, Ye Qingcheng gnashed her teeth slightly.
The man’s eyes were dark, unfathomably deep, making him impossible to read. After discovering she wasn’t disguised, he slightly loosened his grip but did not release her.
He seemed to be waiting for an explanation, and Ye Qingcheng had no doubt that if her explanation failed to satisfy him, he would have a myriad of ways to torment her to death.
Breathing in the long-lost fresh air, Ye Qingcheng coughed, her chest heaving violently. Her already flushed face became even more delicate.
“Does that matter?” she asked mockingly, her red lips curving. “Anyway, isn’t the end result going to be death?”
“Do not test my patience,” Xiao Wangye’s eyes grew even more grim.
Ye Qingcheng had no desire to waste words, rolling her eyes internally.
However, her immediate priority was to survive this madman.
“You’ve already checked, and I’m not disguised at all,” Ye Qingcheng said, gazing directly at the man before her, her mind racing.
She recalled almost all the sorrowful events of her two lives, barely managing to squeeze out two tears from the corners of her eyes.
Putting on a tearful expression, her lips trembled, “Your Highness, I once… regarded you as my sky.”
“Since my sky has fallen, why should I pretend to be obedient to please you?”
“I know you won’t let me go, so why not negotiate a deal?”
Xiao Wangye narrowed his eyes slightly.
This woman meant her previous demeanor was the act?
And she could act to the point of being unrecognizable?
Now she proposed a negotiation, how ridiculous.
“Negotiate a deal? Are you worthy?”
Xiao Wangye’s patience was completely exhausted. He suddenly increased the force in his hand.
Since she wouldn’t speak, killing her first and investigating later was all the same.
A killing intent flared up.
At the critical moment, Ye Qingcheng abruptly lifted a leg.
The man who had been pinning her down’s face changed drastically.
His most vulnerable spot was struck, the searing pain causing his grip to falter.
This mere second of opportunity allowed Ye Qingcheng to seize the chance and break free from his restraint.
But she didn’t immediately get off the bed.
After sitting up, she reached back, removed the silver hairpin from her hair, and fiercely stabbed it towards Xiao Wangye.
Still claiming not to be an assassin in disguise?
Xiao Wangye sneered, suppressing the intense pain below, and secretly channeled his inner energy, ready to strike a fatal blow the moment this woman approached.
The outside world only knew him as a crippled man with severed meridians, unaware that he actually possessed profound inner strength.
Previously, to avoid exposure, he hadn’t chosen to use his power to kill.
Now, in this critical moment, he couldn’t afford to hide it.
A cold glint flashed in the man’s eyes.
But in the next second, Ye Qingcheng, holding the silver hairpin, directly plunged it into a spot on his inner thigh.
“You!” Xiao Wangye was suddenly stunned.
His pupils contracted violently.
Because his leg, which had been numb for many years, actually felt a faint sting of pain!
How was this possible?
For years, he had sought out renowned physicians across the land to cure his leg ailment, all without success.
What was the background of this woman?