Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Ning Yunzhi's body stiffened slightly, and she felt a little puzzled. This woman was obviously very angry just now, so why was she praising her sincerely now?

On the contrary, Ye Fuheng's eyes were as dark and deep as midnight. When he heard her praising Ning Yunzhi like that, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

She had never praised herself like this before.

Such obvious murderous intent and displeasure made a faint light flash in Ning Yunzhi's eyes, but she was not afraid at all. Instead, she became closer to Chang Qing and leaned towards Chang Qing in an instant.

Chang Qing noticed the reactions of the two people, and adhering to the rule of not talking while sleeping or eating, he ate quietly or picked up some food for Ning Yunzhi.

What can I say about Ning Yunzhi's personality? The harder the problem is, the more addicted she becomes.

She was born into an extremely noble family and was raised and loved by some of the most powerful people in the world. She could get anything she wanted easily. Even if she didn't ask for it, someone would give it to her. However, she had not been able to take down this ruthless guy, Ye Fuheng, so she kept her eyes on him.

It’s not that no one has ever copied Ye Fuheng’s behavior in an attempt to arouse her interest, but she saw through them all, and ended up going crazy or being quietly dealt with by Li Wenyong.

In the past, Ye Fuheng treated everyone the same, coldly. But now, someone appeared and easily stirred up the water in his heart. This made Ning Yunzhi's already strong possessiveness erupt, and she would never allow the person she had been watching for several years to be touched.

Even if I kill Ye Fuheng, I can never let him care about someone in his heart like that.

Ye Fuheng looked at Chang Qing and felt a little uneasy, as if something was beyond his control. This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

It shouldn't be like this.

Whether she was sad or questioning herself, she shouldn't have this expression of neither sadness nor joy, which made it impossible for him to explain.

This person seemed to love him very much, but also seemed not to love him.

It was like this frosty and foggy night, which made him indulge in it and lose his direction, tossing and turning in sleep, and constantly doubting himself.

Seeing Ning Yunzhi also picking up some food for him, Ye Fuheng pursed his lips slightly, glanced at Chang Qing, and seeing that she still had no emotion, he suddenly felt a sense of resentment and decadence in his heart, so he simply ate all the food in the bowl.

"Brother Fuheng, I made this especially for you."

Ning Yunzhi also propped herself up from Chang Qing's side and talked to Ye Fuheng. Ye Fuheng occasionally responded with a few words, but his attention was always on Chang Qing.

Ning Yunzhi curled the corners of her lips and her behavior became more and more outrageous. She wanted to see how long these two people could endure.

It was such a mutual relationship that she really wanted to break up one of them. She looked at Ye Fuheng wantonly. Although her 'sister' was much prettier than him, she was the one she had been obsessed with for several years after all, and she had some feelings for her.

Ning Yunzhi lowered her eyes slightly to hide her thoughts. She remembered that there was a secret cell in Prince Ning's Mansion.

If the ruthless regent were to go there, his cold face would be changed to show a different expression; or if the woman as gentle as the breeze and bright moon were to go there, and watching her fall from the clouds into a pool of blood, there would be a different kind of beauty.

These two people really want to lock one of them up and torture him.

Thinking of this, Ning Yunzhi showed no expression. She poured a bowl of soup for Ye Fuheng and prepared to feed him with her own hands.

Ye Fuheng noticed that Chang Qing's hand holding the jade chopsticks paused for a moment, as if she was trying to control her emotions. She put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm done. Enjoy, Your Majesty."

Having said that, he stood up and left.

Seeing her leave, Ye Fuheng also stood up, told the servants to prepare a room for Ning Yunzhi, and then gave Ning Yunzhi a cold look.

"Why does Brother Fuheng look at me like this?"

Ning Yunzhi picked up some vegetables and put them in her mouth. Suddenly she laughed, "It's really not very delicious. That's right. I seldom cook. I'm a little unfamiliar with it and can't control the heat."

"Since you can't control it, then Princess, you'd better not cook. There are plenty of cooks in the mansion. Why lower your status? If something unexpected happens and Prince Ning comes to find me, it will be difficult to explain."

Seeing that Ning Yunzhi was still smiling with an innocent yet evil look, Ye Fuheng's lips curled up a bit coldly, and he left Ning Yunzhi alone.

He knew of course that this princess was not a good person.

I warned her several times, but she didn't listen and was sure that I couldn't do anything to her.

In that case, then stay.

After Ning Yunzhi watched the two people leave, the smile on her face became brighter. She looked at the dishes on the table and said, "Let's clear them. Feed the rest to the dogs."

It's rare to see Ye Fuheng angry. It's really interesting. This trip was not in vain.

Ye Fuheng asked his servants to bring some food to Yueshui Pavilion, and then went to the study to deal with matters in the northwest. When the lights went down and the moon rose in the sky, a few people walked out of his study, blended into the night, and quietly left from the backyard.

When he arrived at Changqing's room, Ye Fuheng suddenly stopped.

Chang Qing was seen lying barefoot on the couch, with her black hair draped over her shoulders. She nestled in Qiuqiu's arms, hugging Qiuqiu's waist tightly with her hands. Beside her were several wine jars lying crookedly on the ground.

"Miss."

Qiuqiu's little face was also stained with a layer of rouge red. Her five fingers gently ran through Changqing's hair, and she felt like she was touching the finest Shuiyun silk.

A cold figure walked into the room. Qiu Qiu raised his eyelids and stared at him for two seconds. A chill crept up his skin, and he finally sobered up from the drunkenness.

"Your Majesty."

Ye Fuheng walked up to her and reached out to hug Chang Qing.

Qiuqiu pursed her lips and did not let go. Ye Fuheng raised his head, looking as if he was looking at a dead person.

Chang Qing also broke free from Qiu Qiu's arms, tore away Ye Fuheng's hand, and stood on the ground barefoot, staggering. Her hair suddenly fell to her waist. Because she had drunk wine, her face was not drunk. Instead, the corners of her eyes were stained with a hint of red, like the red fruit left by rain on banana leaves.

The candlelight beside her fell on one side of her cheek, flickering, and her watery eyes were full of drunkenness. She looked like a bewitching fairy, pure and seductive, yet so innocent that people wanted to touch her and drag her into endless desire.

Ye Fuheng reached out and grasped her hand, his eyebrows slightly raised, the coldness of the past gone, but with a bit more tenderness and affection, just like a drowning person grabbing the last straw.

"Hmm? Let me go." Chang Qing looked at him with hazy eyes, and his tone was soft.

After hearing this, Ye Fuheng's fingertips trembled slightly.

"Why are you still drinking to drown your sorrows? I have nothing to do with the princess. I just want to... piss you off."

The voice was low but not harsh, with a hint of tenderness in it, as if a feather was brushing across the tip of your heart, making you feel numb.

Chang Qing: “…”

Drowning your sorrows in alcohol? Not really.

Chang Qing wanted to break free, but Ye Fuheng refused to let go and held her wrist tightly. Taking advantage of her drunkenness, she raised her hand and slapped Ye Fuheng in the face.

The crisp sound rang out in the night.

Qiuqiu was so shocked that she covered her mouth with her hand.

Ye Fuheng was also obviously stunned. The slap was too loud and contained some of Chang Qing's strength. A trace of deep red flowed from the corner of Ye Fuheng's mouth.