No Prying into the Prince's Secrets - Chapter 1

By midnight, I had accepted that I was inside a novel and finally managed to fall asleep. Through the haze, I thought I saw someone climbing into my bed.

I let out a startled shriek, only for the intruder to clamp a hand over my mouth.

“Don’t be afraid, Your Highness. I’ve come to repay your kindness.”

And was this repayment going to be respectable?

I nodded, and he took his hand away.

His clothes half concealing, half revealing his body, Feng Lian spoke in a soft, seductive voice. “I shall never forget that you paid for my father’s burial. I wish to repay you with myself.”

I planted my palm over the pretty face coming toward me, closed my eyes, and went over the plot.

This “Miss” Feng Lian was actually the novel’s biggest villain, as well as an expert at dressing as a woman. Knowing the Prince of Anyang’s secret, he had engineered the purchase and deliberately set about charming her.

The prince was a woman herself, so naturally she would do nothing to him. Besides, she felt such deep pity for this “orphan girl” that she indulged his every wish.

He used the prince’s name to make his schemes easier. Until the ending began to unfold, both the readers and the protagonist believed the prince was the ultimate villain. Only when the Prince of Anyang died and the story kept going did everyone finally catch on.

She was the perfect sucker.

And now that sucker was me.

Without warning, Feng Lian licked my palm. I snatched my hand back in fright.

Then I thought about it. If I was going to be his scapegoat anyway, surely I was entitled to sleep with him once?

That settled, I studied his beautiful, androgynous face in the moonlight, took the initiative, and swept him into my arms.

“Didn’t you want to repay me? Come on, then. Show me how sincere you are.”

I distinctly felt the body in my arms go rigid.

I feigned displeasure. “What’s that reaction supposed to mean? Having second thoughts? Am I not to your liking?”

Feng Lian hesitated no longer. He looked up at me and said coyly, “How could that be? I’m merely shy.”

Excellent. Let’s see which of us gets trapped in this little performance first.

Feng Lian turned his head and brought his lips to my ear, his breath sweet. “Would Your Highness close your eyes? I’m terribly embarrassed.”

I obligingly shut them. “I’m waiting for your surprise, Lian’er.”

Before long, I felt a slightly cool hand touch my throat.

Alarm snapped my eyes open. I caught that hand, rolled over, and pinned Feng Lian beneath me.

“What were you trying to do?”

“Undress you, of course.”

He sounded innocent, but I didn’t believe him. My sixth sense said he had absolutely considered killing me to keep me quiet.

“I don’t enjoy being passive. Let me undress my beauty instead.”

Before he could react, my hand shot out and pressed straight onto his chest. I put on a puzzled tone. “Why are you so flat, Lian’er?”

His chest heaved once beneath my palm. Then came his plaintive voice. “My family was poor. I’ve never had a full meal in my life. That’s why I’m so scrawny.”

“But if you never had enough to eat, shouldn’t you be small and frail? You’re a little taller than I am.”

“Both my parents grew tall without putting on any flesh. I take after them.”

I nodded gravely. “I see. You’ve suffered so much.”

Secretly gritting his teeth, Feng Lian still had to look bashful. “Would Your Highness please remove your hand?”

Far from listening, I rubbed his pectorals twice. They felt quite nice, even through his clothes.

I gave him a wickedly seductive smile. “What’s this? Playing hard to get?”

The line was so greasy I actually shuddered.

Feng Lian froze too. Apparently, he hadn’t expected his chosen fall guy to come dripping with grease.

“I…” The shock had made him forget his lines.

Well, in for a little wickedness, in for a lot!

Emboldened, I leaned down, cupped his face, and kissed him.

Feng Lian loathed being touched. Kissing him by force would definitely earn a death sentence in his book.

But he hadn’t built up his power yet. He could only swallow his anger and let me do as I pleased.

It was a peculiar feeling. I seemed to be awakening some rather alarming kink.

When the kiss ended, I wiped the moisture from his lips and said with satisfaction, “Starting tomorrow, you’ll be my concubine.”

I thought I heard his teeth grinding. His voice stayed gentle. “Thank you for your favor, Your Highness.”

According to the plot, I was going to die because of him sooner or later. I wasn’t remotely worried about him holding a grudge and taking revenge.

I chuckled. “Die beneath a peony’s beauty, and even your ghost will be a romantic.”