The abstinent prince, practicing Buddhism, is seduced by a voluptuous beauty into breaking his vows.

Chapter 118 A beauty in distress, how can one not save her?

Just when Su Yaoyao felt that she had completely lost face today—

A figure, moving with incredible speed as if it had foreseen everything, darted out from the shadows of the trees to the side!

The speed was so fast that it almost left a blur in the air. Just as Su Yaoyao was falling to the ground, he caught her precisely in his arms, rolled over, and used his body to shield her. The two rolled down the grassy slope several times before stopping.

The newcomer didn't even have time to check his own scrapes; he gripped Su Yaoyao's shoulders tightly with both hands.

Are you injured anywhere?

His voice still trembled, as if he himself was the one who was frightened, not her.

Su Yaoyao, still shaken, looked up.

The person who caught her was dressed in a magnificent Western Liang-style robe—a light purple brocade robe embroidered with intricate silver patterns, covered by a light gauze overcoat. A matching veil covered her face, revealing only her eyes.

But it's these eyes...

Su Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.

A bright red beauty mark at the corner of her eye, like a drop of congealed blood, or the most vibrant touch on a blooming peach blossom.

Almost instinctively, she reached out, her fingertips touching the corner of the man's eye, and gently rubbed it—

Warm skin, realistic touch.

It wasn't drawn, so it can't be erased.

The man froze, as if under a spell, remaining motionless as her fingertips lingered.

Eyes facing each other.

The eyes beneath the veil flashed with extremely complex emotions—panic, longing, struggle, and some deep-seated pain.

Just then—

Su Yaoyao felt a lightness in her body as she was swept away by a powerful force and fell into another familiar embrace.

The cool sandalwood scent instantly enveloped her, and her arms tightened around her so tightly that her bones ached.

That embrace trembled.

Xiao Chenyuan had arrived at some point, dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit with slightly disheveled hair, clearly having come at breakneck speed.

Those usually calm and unwavering phoenix eyes were now surging with terrifying ferocity, but when they looked down at the person in their arms, they instantly transformed into endless heartache and lingering fear.

Su Yaoyao couldn't care less about the pain at that moment; the fear and lingering dread of surviving the ordeal overwhelmed her. Her eyes reddened, and she buried her face in his chest.

"Ah Yuan...you scared me to death..."

Her voice was trembling with sobs, and her body was still shaking slightly.

Xiao Chenyuan felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly.

"It's alright." Xiao Chenyuan tightened his arms, pressing her even deeper into his embrace, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Actually, he wasn't late.

In the instant of his frenzied leap, he had already sprung from his horse and pounced towards her. But another figure, as if anticipating everything, was a step ahead of him.

Xiao Chenyuan held Su Yaoyao in his arms and slowly raised his eyes.

Their gaze fell on the Western Liang man who was still kneeling on the grassy slope.

With one arm still around Su Yaoyao's waist, his other hand was already on the sword at his waist. With a soft "clang," the longsword was drawn, its blade gleaming coldly in the morning light, pointing directly at the man's throat.

A chilling murderous aura emanated from it.

The man from Xiliang simply smiled.

He slowly stood up, brushed the bits of grass off his clothes, and moved with elegance.

The veil swayed slightly with his movements, and his smiling eyes looked at Xiao Chenyuan, the beauty mark at the corner of his eye lifting slightly with his smile:

"Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?"

The voice was clear and melodious, with a touch of languidness.

"I just saved your sweetheart, and this is how you... treat your benefactor?"

As he spoke, his eyes, through the light veil, glanced lightly at Su Yaoyao in Xiao Chenyuan's arms, and in the blink of his eyes, he even gave her a subtle, alluring look.

The people who arrived at the scene had different expressions upon seeing this.

Su Qingrun rushed forward immediately to check if Su Yaoyao was injured, while Xie Yu and Ashina Lie stood on either side of her, staring at the "demonic" Xiliang man with unfriendly eyes.

When Anar arrived, she saw her brother Ashina Lie looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and then looked at the Xiliang man, and whispered, "Brother, who is this person?"

"The princess of Xiliang," Ashina Lie said in a low voice, his tone filled with undisguised disdain, "a man dressed like that, speaking in such a hesitant manner..."

Xie Yu, unusually, nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

Jiang Jingchen stepped forward, blocking Xiao Chenyuan's sword, and said gently, "Your Highness, this is Princess Helian Qing of Xiliang, who has come to congratulate you on your wedding on behalf of Xiliang. Just now... we were indeed fortunate to have Princess Helian Qing come to our rescue."

He spoke politely, but with a hint of caution—this person has a special identity, and we must not act rashly.

Xiao Chenyuan's eyes darkened slightly, but he did not retract his sword.

Of course he knew who this person was. But knowing their identity was one thing; what had just happened—

It made the fire in Xiao Chenyuan's heart burn fiercely.

"I will thank Your Highness for saving my life," Xiao Chenyuan said, his voice as cold as ice. "But Your Highness's appearance just now... was a bit too coincidental."

"A coincidence?" Princess Xiliang chuckled. "I was just bored and heard that this horse ranch had beautiful scenery, so I came to take a stroll. Who knew I would run into a beauty in distress? How could I not help?"

As he spoke, his gaze drifted to Su Yaoyao, his tone ambiguous: "Moreover, such a stunning beauty..."

"Princess, please be careful with your words," Su Qingrun interrupted in a deep voice, her expression also unpleasant.

Xie Yu stepped forward and blocked Su Yaoyao's path, saying, "Now that you have rescued her, please return. My sister is frightened and needs to rest."

Ashina Lie crossed his arms and scoffed, "Are all the men of Xiliang so...flirtatious?"

His words were so blunt that several of the Northern Desert attendants around him chuckled softly.

Princess Xiliang was not annoyed, but simply sighed, "These roughnecks of the grasslands really don't understand romance."

He straightened his sleeves, and finally gave Su Yaoyao a deep look, his gaze so complex that it was impossible to read his eyes.

Then she turned and gracefully departed.

After walking a short distance, he paused slightly, turned his head, and whispered to the air beside him:

"Go back and tell your master that he's overstepping his bounds and might get chopped off."

The voice was soft, yet carried a chilling warning.

After saying that, he didn't linger and his figure quickly disappeared into the forest path.

The grassy slope quieted down.

Xiao Chenyuan sheathed his sword and looked down at Su Yaoyao in his arms: "Are you really not hurt?"

Su Yaoyao shook her head, but couldn't help glancing again in the direction where the princess had disappeared.

Those eyes...

It really is... so similar.

Xiao Chenyuan noticed her gaze, tightened his grip on her arm, and said in a low, husky voice:

"Don't look at him."

Su Yaoyao snapped out of her daze, looked up at him, and suddenly leaned close to his ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"His Highness looks so handsome when he's jealous."

Xiao Chenyuan was taken aback.

Su Yaoyao seized the opportunity to kiss him on the corner of his lips, her eyes curving into crescents:

"But what I like most is the way Your Highness gets nervous for me."

Xiao Chenyuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at her smiling face so close to his, and the pent-up frustration in his heart suddenly dissipated.

He lowered his head and kissed her deeply on the lips.

"go home."

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Meanwhile, the one who had already returned to the inn was standing by the window, looking at the wound on his palm from the grass, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

He almost gave himself away the moment he caught her.

Thankfully... the veil is still on.

"Young Master." A deep voice came from behind.

The princess did not turn around, but simply said, "Have you found out?"

"Yes. Second Young Master... was indeed seen near the horse farm today. He must have tampered with that horse."

The princess closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with icy coldness.

"Tell him," he said softly, but with a chilling edge, "that if he touches her again, I won't mind... I'll send him to meet the King of Hell first."

"Young Master, that's your own younger brother..."

"My younger brother?" The man chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing the beauty mark at the corner of his eye.

"I've almost forgotten who I am, why would I care about my younger brother?"