Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 80

Rong Hengyu simply smiled, showing no sign of being intimidated by those words.

“You are the prince, if anyone should be killed, it is you who killed this servant.”

"Such a beauty, I cannot bear to part with her."

She withdrew her hand as she spoke, lay down directly, and her expression changed swiftly.

"Go to sleep, it's late."

Rong Hengyu was slightly stunned. The warmth still lingered in his palms and waist. He stared at her lying back with an unreadable expression.

The next day.

Nalan Jingwen looked down at the man who was helping her change her clothes. His eyes were lowered, and the morning light shone into the room, falling on him and softening his noble face. Even though he was doing the work of serving others, he still exuded nobility in every gesture.

After helping her get dressed, Rong Hengyu raised his eyes and slowly said, "Your servant will be waiting for you to return in the manor."

Nalan Jing looked into his beautiful eyes, feeling somewhat dazed, as if he were a husband giving his wife instructions before she left home.

If Liu Qishan were here, it would probably be a similarly beautiful scene.

Nalan Jingwen, unusually, was not in the mood to respond to him and did not want to engage with him. With a detached expression, he nodded.

Just as he was turning to leave, he called out to me.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment."

She was slightly puzzled, and as soon as she turned around, a pair of arms hooked around her neck, her nose was instantly filled with a sweet fragrance, and a wet kiss was placed on her cheek.

Nalan Jingwen's eyes darkened, and he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around his waist, pinning the back of his head with his palms, and forcefully turning him over to deepen the kiss.

Rong Hengyu's lips are just like him. At first, they seem sacred and inviolable, but once you delve deeper and discover their flavor, you never want to let go. They carry his unique calming fragrance.

Isn't it interesting to see people sitting in high positions, yet tainted with the airs of the mortal world?

However, he doesn't seem to know how to kiss.

Nalan Jingwen coldly watched as he was kissed until he was almost suffocating, his face flushed, his watery eyes gradually becoming hazy, as if he was about to lose consciousness and collapse against her body.

Even though he was almost out of breath, he didn't push her away.

Just a second before he was about to faint, Nalan Jingwen kindly let go of him and supported his body with both hands to prevent him from slipping down.

Rong Hengyu leaned against her shoulder, panting heavily, his eyes red-rimmed, and it took him a long time to recover.

Nalan Jingwen patted his back and waited for him to catch his breath before whispering in his ear, "Rong Hengyu, I don't think I ever told you not to use your thoughts on me."

Ke Rong Hengyu remained unmoved by his words, wrapping his arms around her waist, and the two pressed even closer together.

"But Your Highness likes it very much, doesn't he?"

"I actually prefer the way you looked at me when you first woke up."

He showed no joy or sorrow, no emotion whatsoever, and completely disregarded her, the prince.

Upon hearing this, he buried his face in her neck and just laughed, his voice muffled, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

"Your Highness saved my life, and I should repay you with my life."

Nalan Jingwen pulled him out of her arms and stared at him intently, causing the atmosphere in the room to freeze for a moment.

In the end, it was Chenghe who urged them on, breaking the delicate atmosphere.

Nalan Jingwen gave him one last look before turning and leaving.

"Your Highness, your servant is waiting for your return in the manor."

Hearing his ambiguous words behind him, Nalan Jingwen did not turn around and left directly.

Only after the slender red figure disappeared from sight did Rong Hengyu suppress his smile, sit down in his chair, and resume his dignified and elegant demeanor, as if he hadn't been the one who had been so alluring just moments before.

"Red Clouds".

Hongyun walked in and knelt down, her head bowed, not daring to look at his slightly swollen lips.

"Wang Fu".

He raised his hand to pour a cup of tea, paused slightly, and then placed the teacup back on the table.

"It's cold."

"I will order someone to replace it immediately."

Rong Hengyu reached out and touched his lips; they stung slightly, but a smile flashed in his eyes.

She won't even let him go after a kiss...

When the hot tea was served, Hongyun respectfully poured him a cup and handed it to him.

"Wang Fu, please have some tea."

He took the cup, took a small sip, touched the wound on his lips, and then calmly put the cup down again.

"Where did you find the prince?"

"It's in a grove of trees outside Hongcheng."

"The prince is alone?"

"No, there's another man."

Upon hearing this, Rong Hengyu remained expressionless. "Do you know who it is?"

Hongyun shook his head. "When I went there, the prince and that man were both dressed in wedding attire, as if they were getting married. The prince seemed to like that man very much."

Rong Hengyu then looked up at her, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, gone in an instant.

Do you like it?

"Where is the man?"

"died."

Rong Hengyu nodded, signaling her to continue.

"At that time, the prince was being chased by assassins. The enemy outnumbered him and our men had not yet arrived. The prince and the man fled into the depths of the forest. The man eventually jumped off a cliff and died without a complete body."

Hongyun looked up and glanced at Rong Hengyu with some hesitation.

"Speak your mind."

“If that man hadn’t died, Your Highness probably wouldn’t have returned to the capital with me.”

Rong Hengyu's face was indifferent, and his eyes revealed no emotion. The blush on his face quickly faded as he rubbed his fingertips.

Seeing this, Hongyun lowered her head even further, a sign that her master was about to get angry.

But why are you angry?

After a long while, she heard her master say, "Did you notice anything unusual on your journey back to the capital with the Prince?"

Hongyun pondered for a moment and said, "The prince is not as bad as rumored. On the contrary, he is extremely calm and unassuming. I can't see anything wrong with him. He is also not as lecherous as rumored. After returning to the manor, he dismissed all the men in the backyard."

Rong Hengyu paused, "You mean, all the men in the backyard have been dismissed?"

"Yes."

His eyes suddenly turned deep and cold.

Even back then, when she was so infatuated with him, she never mentioned sending away the group of men in the backyard, but now...

Was it because of that man? Or for some reason he couldn't know?

Is it really possible for someone's personality to change drastically within two years?

Hongyun lowered his head, not daring to even breathe, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

"Understood, you go down."

She felt relieved and was about to leave when she was called back again.

"How is Qinghui?"

"Recovering in bed."

“Tell him that if he makes this mistake again, the punishment will be more than just this little bit.”

Hongyun pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and said, "Yes, I will convey his message."

Rong Hengyu glanced at her indifferently, noticing her low spirits, and continued, "I won't interfere in your affairs with him, but if this causes trouble..."

He stopped talking after saying this, but Hongyun knew what he meant.

She gave a bitter smile and knelt down before Rong Hengyu.

"I have no connection with Qinghui, Your Majesty, please rest assured."

Rong Hengyu didn't want to hear these words, so he waved his hand, and Hongyun left.