Chapter 184: The Princess's Rise

At the Pingxi Prince's Mansion, Yang Jun followed Yang Ye back inside.

Four figures appeared before them.

"Pay respects to the Prince, pay respects to the Heir Apparent!"

Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, and Xuanwu appeared.

"Report to the Prince, just now someone broke into the Prince's Mansion, intending to abduct the Heir's Consort; they almost succeeded, but the Heir's Consort was only frightened."

Qinglong hastily made a report of what had just happened; in this matter, one cannot be careless, and must go inform the Prince.

"Xi Yue!"

Hearing this, Yang Jun let out a startled cry, turned, and rushed forward.

Yang Ye let out a cold snort and asked:

"Do you know who it was?"

"The intruder's lightness skill is known; their cultivation method and swordsmanship are also astonishing."

"Fortunately you are here; otherwise, a major incident would have occurred."

Yang Ye understood what had happened, and instinctively nodded.

Such an incident, too, was fortunate to have the four guarding; otherwise, a major incident would surely have occurred.

"The Heir Apparent had already given orders, so we subordinates would guard."

"Hmm, it seems this youngster has grown up."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ye also smiled faintly and nodded lightly.

However, there was still some worry in his brow.

"However, if he weren't so focused on affection, he wouldn't have needed to risk himself."

Qinglong and the four others hearing Yang Ye's words all blinked slightly, then gave a light smile.

"Perhaps the Heir Apparent's arrangement is not about risking himself."

In Yun Xiyue's room, Yang Jun tightly embraced the beauty.

Yun Xiyue indeed was somewhat frightened, but it had already dissipated.

Now she tightly hugged Yang Jun, her eyes fixed on him; suddenly she lunged and bit his lips, holding them tightly.

"Xi Yue, what's wrong?"

Yang Jun sensed Yun Xiyue's actions, understanding that she clearly had something she wanted to say.

"You might be about to become a father!"

Before Yun Xiyue could speak, her pretty face flushed red.

As the words left her mouth, she was shy and somewhat indistinct.

"What?"

Yang Jun was somewhat shocked.

After all, he and Yun Xiyue had not yet truly reached that most substantial step.

Therefore, it was absolutely impossible for her to truly be pregnant.

Such a thing was indeed beyond expectation.

"I can control my own pulse; thus it becomes an auspicious pulse, and others will only think I am carrying your child."

Yun Xiyue spoke again, her voice tinged with a hint of resentful joy.

"This is a false pregnancy."

"Doing this is dangerous; at least in others' eyes, you are completely siding with me, and your Father Emperor will be angry."

Yang Jun understood the gravity of this; as he spoke, his voice trembled slightly.

Yang Jun was very worried; for Yun Xiyue, such a thing was indeed very dangerous.

"I'm not afraid; we are husband and wife, husband and wife of one heart—this is what should be done."

Yun Xiyue responded with a smile, her face full of cuteness.

"The Father Emperor has taken back Father's military authority, and his suspicions toward the Pingxi Prince's Mansion are growing ever more severe."

"Doing this, this is my only way."

"Surely the Father Emperor, out of affection for his maternal grandson, would not go so far as to kill?"

Yun Xiyue spoke in a low voice, her eyes showing a hint of solemnity.

For the entire Pingxi Prince's Mansion, this is naturally a blessing; with Yun Xiyue's presence, the mansion will have far fewer troubles.

Hearing this, Yang Jun held Yun Xiyue even tighter.

"Xi Yue..."

"With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for!"

"Being here, having such a wife as Yun Xiyue, what is there to fear?"

"Yun Xiyue, for my sake, dares to face any risk; thus I need not worry even more."

In short, I must absolutely not let down Yun Xiyue.

Zhou Tian is now a mortal enemy; he will surely come to kill me.

Yun Fengyun's suspicions grow ever heavier; the slaughter could begin at any moment.

Now Yang Jun feels that upon his shoulders lies a heavy burden.

I am no longer just an individual; I have an entire family!

I have a father, I have a wife.

The whole Pingxi Prince's Mansion is what I must protect.

Precisely for this reason, Yang Jun will constantly admonish himself deep within his heart: all of this now must be achieved through effort.

Xi Yue, rest well, sleep peacefully, I still have some matters.

Yang Jun thought of this, lightly kissing Yun Xiyue's cheek.

Okay, go about your business, but remember, I'm waiting for you.

Yun Xiyue smiled gently; at this moment, she also felt happiness in her heart.

Although she still could not truly become husband and wife with Yang Jun.

But now she already has a way to make Yang Jun feel happiness.

So this is essentially equivalent to being truly husband and wife; there is no difference between them.

Okay, rest assured.

Yang Jun's face was full of tenderness.

Having such a wife, in this era, any struggle carries a different, greater significance.

At this moment, Yun Xiyue's legs were wearing a pair of silk stockings.

These were personally designed and tailored by Yang Jun.

When Yun Xiyue moved her body, her skirt slightly lifted, revealing those silk stockings.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jun's heart trembled slightly.

It seemed that at this very moment, an urgent, stirring sound of battle rang in his ears.

"Husband, do you like it?"

Yun Xiyue spoke softly, Yang Jun quickly nodded.

Enchantress!

Unconsciously, Yang Jun's hand reached forward and lightly grasped Yun Xiyue's foot.

"Husband, don't you still have important matters?"

Yun Xiyue giggled, her feet slightly moving, sliding lightly in Yang Jun's hand.

"Yes, there is something very important."

Yang Jun replied in a deep voice, but while speaking, his hands moved and he grabbed his own belt.

"Oh? Bad husband, then what do you want me to do to serve you now?"

Yang Jun's action made Yun Xiyue giggle incessantly.

While speaking, her body moved slightly.

She reached out with both arms and lightly embraced Yang Jun's neck.

"Feet like frost, without crow-head socks, just use this."

Yang Jun responded with a smile, his fingers slightly moving, stroking over those slippery and tender feet.

"Husband, you're so bad."

"However, your Sixth Princess has received your husband's command and will surely obey!"

Yun Xiyue spoke in a soft, coquettish tone, her fingers lightly sliding over Yang Jun's chin and then around his neck.

A soft, smooth sensation came over him, and Yang Jun's breathing gradually intensified.

"Husband, you're frightening like this."

Yun Xiyue was quite pleased, gazing at Yang Jun whose eyes were slightly reddened, and spoke in a soft, coquettish voice.

"Is that so? If so, then let me devour you!"

Yang Jun released his grip on those small feet and lunged forward.