Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 365 Princess Rouan 15

He glanced at the child, who was not worth his anger, and said coldly, "The prince will have three cities stripped from his fief, and the princess will have three hundred fiefs stripped from her."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Add another five hundred to Rou'an's fief."

Before everyone could recover from the pain of losing their source of income for the rest of their lives, they heard the news that Rouan had made a fortune again.

The enemy's wealth was more disheartening than their own financial ruin, and they cried out in alarm, "Father?"

"Why? I accept your punishment, Father, but why should Rou'an be punished?"

Before the prince could finish speaking, the emperor said, "I've forgotten about you. You have been stripped of five cities, and your mother has been demoted three ranks."

These words were like installing a vacuum soundproof barrier in the room, instantly silencing the princes and princesses.

Their father doted on his children; if their fiefdoms were lost, they might even increase them again.

But he visited the inner palace less and less, and when his mother's rank was lowered, he forgot all about raising it again.

Who would dare to do something like offending their father and implicating their mother?

"Send them all out; they are not to enter the palace without an imperial edict."

The emperor waved his hand and was helped toward his bedchamber.

His body, which had just recovered, was further ravaged, and he felt as if he had become even more vulnerable.

Ling Yi watched the princes and princesses who left indignantly and sighed at how much Emperor Tianwu loved his son.

If it weren't painful, he wouldn't have spoiled his children into such naive and innocent ways.

It's a bit of a shame that these people have become so foolish that they only have the desire for power, but have lost the ability to actually possess it.

When Lingyi returned to the emperor's bedchamber, her expression darkened again, and she repeated the reprimand she had given him that morning.

"If you're always like this, what's the point of my help? I might as well go back home and grow flowers and plants!"

Emperor Tianwu was furious at being flattered by others, but was overjoyed when Lingyi scolded him.

After coaxing her for a long time and rewarding her with a considerable amount of treasure, he finally managed to calm his angry daughter down, and glared at his son who was full of energy after sleeping all afternoon.

"Let's call it a day. Are you staying in your mother's palace, or going back to the princess's residence to rest?"

When the emperor mentioned this, Ling Yi thought of Wang Suizhi, who had followed her back home.

Ah, he should have already returned to his residence and was waiting for her.

"I'm going back to my residence."

After saying that, Ling Yi gave the father and son a stern look: "Don't stay up late, or I'll tell you what to do when I see you tomorrow!"

The father and son nodded vigorously as they saw their little tyrant off.

Ling Yi sat in the sedan chair leaving the palace, sighing in her heart.

She had hoped to ease the emperor's burdens and allow him to live longer, but she never expected that his illness would relapse because of his children's anger.

Each attack of his heart condition was more severe than the last, bringing him closer to the brink of death.

Did I mean well but end up doing something wrong?

As Ling Yi sighed inwardly, the sedan chair arrived at the palace gate.

Instead of the ceremonial procession that the palace was supposed to prepare for him, he saw a procession from the princess's residence that had been waiting for who knows how long.

Beneath her carriage stood a handsome man with an elegant figure and an indifferent expression.

He was still wearing the same clothes he wore that morning, with a light dusting on them.

Such a handsome man, with such an appearance, is not annoying at all; on the contrary, he possesses a kind of messy and decadent beauty.

Ling Yi sat in the sedan chair, quietly admiring his tall and straight figure for a long time.

The beauty under the moon noticed her gaze, took the initiative to walk to the front of the sedan chair, and stretched out her arm.

Ling Yi was helped down from the sedan chair by him, and said with a light laugh, "What a coincidence to meet Young Master Wang here. How can this not be fate?"

A smile seemed to linger on Wang Suizhi's lips: "It is fate. It must be that heaven is guiding Suizhi to wait here to meet the princess."

Ling Yi: "?"

Why is this guy suddenly all sweet talk after not seeing him for half a day?

It can't be that the bees in the palace are uncivilized and build their nests in other people's mouths.

Stepping onto the footstool and boarding the carriage, Lingyi leaned against the soft cushions and let out a long sigh of relief.

She had experienced too much in the past few days, and her body, which was already out of breath after walking just a few steps, could hardly withstand such a high-intensity laning match. At this moment, she was already quite exhausted.

As she slowly closed her eyes, Ling Yi noticed Wang Suizhi gently holding her hand and gently prying her fingers apart.

Then a light dampness spread across my palm.

The soft, purplish palms, bruised from the reins, felt an unparalleled comfort at that moment.

Ling Yi slightly opened her eyelids and saw Wang Suizhi carefully wiping her palms with water, then dissolving the ointment in his own palms and repeatedly massaging it into her palms.

This method is most effective for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, but it is also the most ambiguous.

Ling Yi felt her hands being kneaded and flattened by him, and felt her body temperature gradually rise with the friction, and she let out a comfortable hum.

Wang Suizhi paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Your Highness, please bear with it; it will hurt a little."

Ling Yi: "..."

Then you underestimated the sex appeal.

After one hand, comes the other.

During the short journey from the palace to the princess's residence, Wang Suizhi gave both of her hands a thorough beating.

I have to admit, I don't feel so bad anymore.

For Ling Yi, this little discomfort was something she could easily bear, but she was very happy that someone was willing to carefully soothe her wounds.

Unfortunately, those two in the palace are nothing like Wang Suizhi's thoughtfulness.

The two in the palace: "..."

Is it possible that daughters should avoid their fathers as they grow up? You didn't even show me your palms, so we can't massage or knead your hands like your male concubines do?

"Your Highness, we have arrived."

Just as Lingyi was about to fall asleep, the carriage stopped.

Ling Yi glanced at Wang Suizhi, then at her own hand wrapped in cloth, and smiled: "Do you know where else riding a horse can hurt besides your hands?"

Wang Suizhi naturally knew this.

Inner thigh.

The most delicate parts of the man's skin would break and scab over repeatedly from riding the horse, until calluses formed, before he could barely be considered to have mastered the skill.

But he...

We can't serve the princess here!

Seeing Wang Suizhi's somewhat dazed expression, Ling Yi patted his shoulder and said, "You served me very well. I like it very much. Come to my room later."

"Your Highness."

Wang Suizhi's voice was hoarse, but he could only see Ling Yi's back.

Looking at the man whose back view screamed wickedness, he was speechless for a moment.

What to say?

You can't just say that his innocent body shouldn't be used by the princess so casually.

Then the princess will once again act arrogantly, as if saying, "My father is the emperor, and I can use whoever I want."

Rather than being scolded by the princess again, he might as well skip this step and be used by the princess directly.

The immortal in the carriage did something out of character: he shook his head abruptly.

His usually indifferent face was now flushed slightly as he muttered to himself, "Wang Suizhi, you are truly beyond redemption."

You can even think of something like this? You've wasted your education, and your sense of propriety and shame is groaning on the ground!