Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 369 Princess Rouan 19

"One more song."

After a busy day, the princess did not go straight to her room. Instead, like a lecherous man, she leaned against the window and spoke to the young man playing the zither inside.

The young man glanced indifferently at the uninvited guest, his fingertips twitching slightly.

The music started again, but it no longer had the otherworldly quality it had before. Instead, it carried a touch of tenderness, making Deng Tu Zi unable to move his feet.

The house where Wang Suizhi once lived is no longer visited by any master; only the ancient zithers testify to how much the princess favored him next door.

At this moment, the one in his hand was the most precious one in Lingyi's mansion.

The princess gave it to the musician, who played heavenly music for her.

Ling Yi squinted her eyes slightly, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Who wouldn't enjoy the feeling of coming home after a long, busy day, with someone playing the zither to soothe them?

After the piece of music finished playing, Wang Suizhi slightly raised his eyes and looked at the engrossed princess with a half-smile: "Isn't Your Highness coming in?"

Is there some ferocious beast blocking this room?

Ling Yi chuckled, stretched out a hand and plucked the strings of the zither, producing a clear, resonant sound.

Her voice was somewhat muffled because she was half-bending over, but her eyes were fiercely arrogant: "How could I dare to enter the room without being invited by the gentleman inside?"

The way she said that made it seem as if she wasn't the owner of the room.

But Wang Suizhi just happened to love hearing this.

The young man, just beginning to experience love, was captivated by the sweet words uttered by the princess, words that contained no promises whatsoever.

He walked around the guqin and gently kissed the corner of the person's forehead by the window: "Then I would like to invite Your Highness inside for a chat."

Ling Yi admitted that at this moment, she was bewitched by Wang Suizhi.

She leaned against the window and jumped into the room. She looked around the room, which had become much more scholarly: "This room doesn't seem like the young master's own room. Instead, it has a lot of a lady's feel to it."

She twirled the white jade hairpin between her fingers, then pressed it against Wang Suizhi's neck: "Tell me, my lord, whose is this?"

Wang Suizhi slightly raised his chin, exposing his vulnerabilities to Ling Yi: "He is the one I love, please forgive me, Princess."

Ling Yi finally couldn't keep up the act and burst out laughing: "Young Master Wang, Young Master Wang, I wonder how many young ladies you can charm with that mouth of yours."

Wang Langjun removed the hairpin from his neck and gently placed it on the table. He pressed Ling Yi down into a chair, gently massaging her stiff back after a busy day, and said indifferently, "I have more than just these skills to coax a young lady away. I wonder if Your Highness would like to give it a try?"

With such a calm expression, he uttered such lewd words. Ling Yi couldn't bear to look directly into his eyes, which met hers in the mirror. She shook her head and said, "Never mind, this princess is not energetic today. Let's call a truce."

Wang Suizhi was also teasing the little princess who was willing but unable to do so. She was busy every day, so how could she have time for nightly revelry?

He gently brushed against Ling Yi's cheek, which still seemed to carry the scent of ink and brush: "I'll have a maid bring some water."

You need to wash away the day's fatigue before you can sleep well.

Ling Yi grabbed his hand as he was about to leave and said, "I have something to tell you."

It had been a long time since they had such a formal occasion, which surprised Wang Suizhi: "Please speak."

"Your father has established a new secretariat and summoned young officials and sons of noble families to organize memorials. You are among those summoned."

Wang Suizhi stared blankly at the princess, his expression gradually turning cold: "What do you mean by that, Your Highness?"

Are you tired of him after just a few days and want to get rid of him?

And what exactly is this so-called secretariat?

Is it for prostitution?

He's not that lowly.

Ling Yi: "?"

We were talking nicely, how could this person suddenly turn hostile?

What else does that mean?

Would giving you an official position be to harm you?

“If the princess dislikes me, she can simply kick me out of the mansion. Why go to such lengths?” Wang Suizhi took a deep breath, trying not to make his tone too sharp: “I have been taken care of by you for the past few days, and I am not so shameless as to plot something based on this.”

Perhaps he had that thought for a moment when she pulled him into the car, but...

It's incredibly difficult to make him sever all emotional ties and allow such thoughts to grow and expand.

A woman as radiant as the sun, anyone who gets close to her will have all their dark thoughts burned away, leaving only pure and sincere devotion to her.

Similarly, those who are close to the sun will not have a good ending.

When the sun's rays no longer shine upon you, you are no longer the favored child of its light, but a handful of ashes.

Wang Suizhi could return to the Wang family and become an unnoticed ashes, but he could not accept her pity and charity, and he would linger around her, praying for the light to return to him.

Just one sentence was enough to make someone feel wronged, like a hedgehog with its feathers standing on end, as if they were about to explode with anger...

Ling Yi never expected that she would have this ability.

She grabbed Wang Suizhi's wrist with her other hand, her brows furrowing deeply: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"When did I say I was going to send you away?" She frowned deeply. "Leave me and expect me to arrange an official position for you? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"Of course you have to follow me in the morning and come back with me in the evening, and you won't leave me for a moment except when you're working."

She paused for a moment, then added, "I forgot, I also have to teach you how to handle memorials, so you can't work without me either."

Wang Suizhi's sorrowful expression suddenly stopped, his back straightened little by little, and a faint look of embarrassment seemed to appear on his beautiful face.

On the contrary, Ling Yi slowly narrowed her eyes.

She seems to have discovered something extraordinary.

Logically speaking, when such a good thing happens to you, your first thought should be to be happy.

Who would think this was to get rid of him?

"Wang Suizhi, tell me the truth, have you been thinking about leaving me for a long time?"

Before Wang Suizhi could speak, she said quietly, "Heaven above, lying will have consequences."

Wang Suizhi pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time before struggling to tell Ling Yi about the unspeakable darkness hidden in his heart.

“A princess like this, a woman of heaven, should naturally be matched with the eldest son of a noble family. He should be a perfect person with no flaws in status, words, and virtue, not someone as lowly as me.”

Who was Ling Yi's ex-fiancé who was killed by Ling Yi with a single sword strike?

He is the eldest son of the Wang family, his elder brother.

Wang Ying has everything, while he has to work very hard and do everything he can to gain her trust and take advantage of her.

The mountain he climbed at the age of twenty, he may never be able to climb at the age of forty or even in his entire life.

His fiancée was a princess whom he loved dearly, whom he cherished, yet whom he dared not ask for any promise from.

The more he loved her, the more jealous he became.

He was insanely jealous of Wang Ying's status as a match for hers, and jealous that he had once been her fiancé.

She was even jealous that he could be killed by her personally.

If he were ever to be rejected, he hoped that the sharp weapon at his neck would be the princess herself wielding the sword.