She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 375 - 374: I’m Angry, Coax Me

That evening, Huai Xinmei moved into the Glazed Glass Courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, twenty maids were also arranged to serve at her disposal.

Because of the Crown Prince’s suggestive remarks, everyone now dared not easily offend Huai Xinmei.

Meanwhile, in the largest courtyard within the City Lord Residence.

Yan Wanqing was leaning casually against the window, the bamboo outside rustling in the evening breeze, a soothing sound to the ears.

She was holding a chess piece when she heard a voice from outside the door, "My lady, I have completed the task."

Yan Wanqing hummed in response, "You have worked hard." She placed a white piece amidst a group of black ones.

Yes, the one who had intentionally sent soldiers to deliver the Crown Prince’s oral order was not herself but Yan Wanqing.

At this very moment, the Crown Prince, with his upper body bare, glistened with droplets of moisture as he stepped out from the bath chamber, "Naughty girl, what mischief have you been up to now?"

Yan Wanqing looked up at him, caught off guard with a clear and frank gaze.

She instinctively withdrew her eyes, but couldn’t help taking another look.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... Not a single one missing.

Fair-skinned without being frail, each muscle perfectly formed – truly a sight to behold...

"Do you find it pleasing?" A deep voice came from beside her.

Yan Wanqing’s earrings turned red, unable to restrain herself. She feigned composure and coughed, "It’s average, acceptable I suppose."

"Just acceptable?" The gentleman habitually lifted her from her seat, sat down himself, and held her in his arms, his long fingers idly playing with her hair.

Naturally, it was far from ordinary.

But a Yan Family woman born with a spirit of determination, and Yan Wanqing, who was stubborn through and through, naturally nodded and said, "You should be satisfied with my praise. When I used to follow my father on the battlefield, weren’t all those uncles and older men sporting such robust figures? If they hadn’t, how could they wield weapons and fight in battles?"

"So you mean to say you’ve seen plenty of men’s bodies?" His tone now clearly carried a hint of danger.

The lady, oblivious, retorted, "Of course, have you forgotten? I practically grew up on horseback. On the battlefield, who has time to care about the differences between men and women?"

"Yan Wanqing!" Suddenly, her earring was bitingly seized.

She shivered all over, daring not to move.

"Well... you’re no stranger to battlefields yourself. We were all putting our lives on the line, and it was nothing more than a glance with absolutely no feelings involved. And I was young back then; how could I understand so much..."

The more she tried to explain, the darker the picture she painted.

Yan Wanqing decided to simply shut up, staring at him with puppy-dog eyes, "I was wrong."

Xiao Pingfeng snorted coldly, turning his noble head to one side, "I won’t listen."

"But I’m carrying your child. Do you really want to stay angry with me?" Yan Wanqing couldn’t help but nuzzle her head against his neck, speaking in a coquettish tone.

Whenever she acted like this, the gentleman could not resist forgiving her.

But this time, as if his resolve was set in iron, he remained silent.

Yan Wanqing began to feel somewhat anxious.

Had she wounded his male pride?

It was only a matter of physique, after all. Which warrior on the battlefield did not possess a strong build?!

It was just that someone as handsome and well-built as he was rare. She didn’t want to praise him too much, lest his tail would wag too high...

"Xiao Pingfeng?" Yan Wanqing eagerly pressed her red lips to his jaw in a kiss, "Please don’t be mad at me... I truly think you’re the most handsome."

No sooner had she spoken these words than the Crown Prince’s heart burst with joy.

But he did not want to let her off so easily.

Every time he got upset, she would plead and beg him for forgiveness, trying to coax him with sweet nothings. Now that he finally had the upper hand, he could not let her off too easily.

"Do you really want me not to be angry?" he asked, one eyebrow arching.

Yan Wanqing nodded eagerly, as if pounding garlic, "You have the final say today; whatever you say, I’ll comply with if you aren’t angry."

"Really?" His eyes lit up as he heard this – such an opportunity did not come often, and he had to make good use of it.

A trace of unease flickered in Yan Wanqing’s heart, but having spoken, she could not take her words back.

"Of course. A vow made by a lady is as unyielding as a galloping horse!"

"Good!" The gentleman stood up holding her, "Stand properly."

Yan Wanqing, puzzled, stood obediently still.

She then heard a certain someone speak with candid directness, "If you start to coax me now, say some sweet nothings and do something pleasing to the eye, I’ll stop being angry immediately."

"Just like that?" Yan Wanqing, who had initially let her thoughts wander, now blushed.

She had thought she was going to be... you know.

She hadn’t expected him to be such a gentleman today.

The man crossed his arms and hummed lightly, "You’ve already promised me just now; you cannot go back on your word."

Yan Wanqing certainly had no intention of going back on her word, but what counted as something nice to say and see?

She thought of the outfit she had tailor-made when she went shopping with Yan Xiaoliu, one that she had never worn because it was quite revealing, with bare arms and legs.

But Xiaoliu had said she looked especially nice in it.

Maybe she should wear it today?

By now, she was carrying his child and they had been even more intimate. There was nothing left that she couldn’t show him.

Since it was her own careless words that had angered him, she should properly coax him.

With that thought, Yan Wanqing turned and walked towards the inner chamber.

Xiao Pingfeng felt a sudden twinge of grievance as he watched her leave.

He had only asked for some sweet words, yet she had left, seemingly angry.

He poured himself a cup of tea.

After finishing this cup of tea, he would go and apologize to her.

He shouldn’t be demanding and overstep his boundaries, seeking a domestic position of power.

A real man can take it or leave it—why bother with such triviailities?

He had already won the most beautiful woman; to still not be content was truly punishable!

The Crown Prince, having prepared himself mentally, drained the tea in his cup in one gulp. Just as he was about to rise, he heard the rustling from the inner chamber.

His gaze lifted, and he saw Yan Wanqing wearing what appeared to be a Luo skirt, but this garment had no sleeves, and its hemline didn’t even reach the knees—pure white, save for the hem where a pink butterfly ready to take flight was embroidered. The entire skirt was held up by a mere silk ribbon tied around her slim neck...

"... Does it look good?" Yan Wanqing’s entire body blushed.

It was the first time she had revealed so much of herself in front of another person.

The Crown Prince was completely entranced and dazzled.

He involuntarily swallowed hard.

Thinking she hadn’t done enough as he remained silent, Yan Wanqing walked over to him.

It was then that the Crown Prince noticed the shoes she wore, a pair he’d never seen before, with very thin and high heels that made her naturally slim and straight legs look even more graceful. As she approached, the crisp sound of her heels clicking on the ground seemed to pierce straight into his heart!

It was lethal!

Both the shoes and dress had been gifts from Yan Xiaoliu, hard to wear with grace, but Yan Wanqing, who had practiced martial arts since her youth, had no trouble distributing her weight on her feet while walking in those shoes.

With the swaying of her skirt, she had reached the Crown Prince.

"... My lord, won’t you stop being angry with me, please?"

"Kiss me, my husband. I am wrong, please forgive me~"

"My dear, I’m begging you to forgive me~"

Seeing the Crown Prince still expressionless, Yan Wanqing had no choice but to employ every flattery technique she had learned from picture books on him.

In the short span of half a cup of tea, the Crown Prince felt as if he had lived an entire lifetime—he had even recounted how many enemies he had beheaded on the battlefield, and still, he couldn’t remain clear-minded and free of desire.

"You..." He barely got a word out.

Only to see Yan Wanqing immediately move closer; now boosted by her shoes, she could brush against his nose if she looked up, their breaths mingling instantly.

"Hmm? What’s the matter, my lord? I’m listening."

Fixated on the affectionate eyes before him and the coy voice in his ear,

The Crown Prince could no longer stay composed.

To hell with restraint! Let anyone who wants to restrain themselves do so; if he restrained himself at a time like this, then he wasn’t a man!