The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

Chapter 118 Forced Kiss

"Ah? Your Majesty, you are not yet married to the Princess!" An Ye looked at the man in front of her in astonishment, her heart filled with doubt and confusion.

He didn't understand why his master would suddenly ask such a question. Had his master forgotten that he wasn't married yet? Or did his master have some special idea? An Ye wondered to himself.

However, Ye Jiuchen didn't give An Ye much time to think. He suddenly burst into wild laughter: "Not married yet, not married yet... Hahahahahaha..." His laughter was like thunder in the night sky, shaking the entire room. That laughter was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into people's hearts, making them feel a chill.

An Ye stared at Ye Jiu Chen in horror. He had never seen his master so insane. He didn't know how to deal with the situation and could only stand silently by, hoping that his master would recover as soon as possible.

Ye Jiuchen's laughter gradually subsided, but his eyes remained sharp and cold. He stared intently at An Ye and said in a low voice, "An Ye, how dare you! You're not even married yet, why are you calling Wan'er Princess Consort..." His tone carried a hint of anger and dissatisfaction, as if he was very unhappy with An Ye's behavior.

An Ye trembled under Ye Jiuchen's gaze, lowering his head and daring not to meet his master's eyes. He knew he had made a grave mistake, addressing Wan'er as "Princess Consort," even though they were not yet formally married. He stammered, "Master, it was your order..." He tried to explain, but Ye Jiuchen clearly didn't want to hear his explanation.

Ye Jiuchen's face grew increasingly grim. He suddenly grabbed the book in his hand and hurled it at An Ye. The book arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. Ye Jiuchen's voice was icy and ruthless: "Get out..." He didn't want to hear any more of An Ye's explanations; he just wanted him to leave immediately.

An Ye reluctantly picked up his book and silently left the room. He knew his master was in a bad mood and it was best not to upset him. But he also felt very wronged, after all, he had done everything according to his master's instructions. He sighed and decided to leave for a while and return when his master's mood had calmed down.

Dark Night stood still, his fists clenched tightly, his body trembling slightly, but he still managed to withstand the powerful force and retreat step by step... until he left the room.

An Ye raised his head, looked up at the sky, and silently murmured to himself, "My master's life is truly too bitter..."

As night fell, Dongfang Wan'er had her dinner and went to bed early to rest. She closed her eyes, enjoying the tranquility and peace.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door, the sound growing louder and louder, as if it were about to shake the entire room.

"Thump thump thump thump, thump thump thump thump!"

Dongfang Wan'er frowned and said impatiently, "Who is it? Qiuqin, Qiuqin, go and see..."

She had just closed her eyes, wanting to get some rest, when she was interrupted by the sudden knocking on the door.

"Yes, Miss..." Qiuqin replied, quickly walked to the door, and opened it.

However, the moment Qiuqin opened the door, a figure rushed in and threw Qiuqin out the door.

"Bang..." The door slammed shut with a dull thud.

Dongfang Wan'er was startled and sat up, looking towards the door. When she saw who it was, she was shocked.

It turned out to be Ye Jiuchen. But she didn't know what Ye Jiuchen's purpose was in coming at this time.

"Night, um..." Dongfang Wan'er was about to speak when her lips were suddenly sealed by Ye Jiuchen.

Ye Jiuchen's actions were very rough; his lips were pressed tightly against Dongfang Wan'er's, giving her no chance to breathe.

"Mmm...mmm..." Dongfang Wan'er was breathless from the kiss. She felt very uncomfortable and wanted to push Ye Jiuchen away, but Ye Jiuchen held her hand tightly, making it impossible for her to move.

Dongfang Wan'er struggled a few times, but found that she could not escape at all. So she hardened her heart and bit Ye Jiuchen's lips hard.

Instantly, blood gushed from Ye Jiuchen's lips, and he released Dongfang Wan'er's lips in pain.

Ye Jiuchen finally released Dongfang Wan'er, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at her...

"Ye Jiuchen, have you gone mad? Are you drunk?" Dongfang Wan'er immediately recognized that the person in front of her wasn't Ye Jiuchen himself, but his alter ego. She could tell from his eyes...

"Drinking? I never drink! What, I just kissed you, are you unhappy? Then who would you like to kiss you? Ye Jingchu... or Ye Jiuchen..."

Dongfang Wan'er... "What does this have to do with Ye Jingchu..." Hearing Ye Jingchu's name, Dongfang Wan'er felt nauseous. Why did she have to mention that guy...?

"So you still have feelings for Ye Jingchu, then why did you marry me..." Ye Jiuchen gripped Dongfang Wan'er's chin tightly, his eyes fixed on her, as if trying to see into the depths of her heart.

"Ouch, it hurts..." Dongfang Wan'er frowned, trying to break free from his restraints, but Ye Jiuchen's strength rendered her immobile. Looking at Ye Jiuchen before her, a nameless fear welled up in her heart.

This man seemed so unfamiliar now, and the light in his eyes filled her with immense unease and fear. Especially his gaze—it was exactly the same as the look in Ye Jiuchen's eyes when he committed suicide on the city wall in her past life.

"It hurts, it hurts even more here..." Ye Jiuchen suddenly pressed Dongfang Wan'er's hand to his chest, squeezing it tightly, as if he wanted to knead her into his body.

"Ye Jiuchen, you've had too much to drink. Let's talk about this again tomorrow when you're sober..." Dongfang Wan'er tried to calm down and remain rational. But Ye Jiuchen's gaze was too intense, making her somewhat at a loss.

Just then, Dongfang Wan'er noticed a wound on Ye Jiuchen's hand, with blood flowing down his fingers. "How did you get your hand injured? Did you hurt yourself?" she asked in surprise.

Ye Jiuchen did not answer, but stared at her silently, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

"Alright, let go, let me bandage you up..." Dongfang Wan'er tried to pull her hand away, but found that Ye Jiuchen's strength was astonishing, and she couldn't break free at all. Helpless, she could only give up resisting and let Ye Jiuchen hold her hand tightly.

Dongfang Wan'er: "What exactly is going on? Ye Jiuchen, what are you trying to do?"