The Villains Are All My Men After I Transmigrated into a Book - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Does Your Highness wish for this slave… to wear clothes today?”

For the first time, Rong Yu looked me straight in the eye. Those dark, fathomless pupils fixed on me for a while before he turned his face away again, his long lashes trembling as they hid the desire surging in his gaze.

“Or does Your Highness find this slave’s body so unsightly that it offends your eyes?”

What a fragrant cup of green tea. I imagined this was one of the tricks he usually used on Princess Changle.

A gorgeous little green-tea schemer who let you do whatever you wanted with him-what hot-blooded young princess could possibly withstand that?!

I was speechless for a long moment. Then, resigned to my fate, I reached out to undo the bindings around his wrists, which were tightly restrained by the Golden Chain.

By accident, my fingertips brushed the bare skin exposed at his cuff, drawing a shudder from him.

The corner of Rong Yu’s lips lifted, carrying a touch of mockery as he bent himself to please me.

“Your Highness…”

But then he saw my fingers turn, deftly removing the chain that had left deep red marks around his wrists.

The Golden Chain was exquisitely crafted and magnificent. A phoenix had been carved into the part meant to be held, so lifelike it seemed ready to take flight, extravagant beyond measure.

It was not hard to see how much favor and thought Princess Changle had lavished on Rong Yu.

Even if none of it came from good intentions.

My entire mind was on the Golden Chain. Inwardly, I was calculating that if my attempt to win over the villain failed and I had to play it by ear and flee in the chaos, it would be convenient to bring along a few extra lengths of Golden Chain.

I said offhandedly, “From now on, you don’t need to serve me like this anymore.”

At that moment, I had no idea that in the near future, this Golden Chain would be used on me by the obsessive, pathological villain, becoming the perfect tool to satisfy his selfish desires.

So I also failed to notice the sudden darkening of Rong Yu’s eyes.

Just then, faint footsteps sounded outside the room, accompanied by a few familiar, intimate teasing remarks. Two elegant silhouettes appeared against the window.

One man’s voice was bright, his words lively and unrestrained.

“Brother Hezhi, from what I see, Princess Changle truly is spoiled and arrogant. You are the prince consort personally appointed by His Majesty, yet you still may not even get to see her.”

The other man’s voice was cool and clear, as graceful as a spring flowing through pines.

“Her Highness is of noble birth and cherished by the entire court. If her temperament is a little willful, that is only natural.”

The moment I heard the name, understanding dawned.

Hezhi. Lin Heyuan. The Tanhua scholar personally selected by the emperor in last year’s imperial examinations.

Princess Changle’s ill-fated prince consort.

He followed her to his death. On the day their army collapsed in utter defeat, he slit his own throat before the battle lines.

He was truly a gentleman through and through, pure jade wrapped in unpolished stone.

Rong Yu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly let out a low hum. A broken, muffled gasp slipped past his lips.

The two men below the window could not help stopping. Their figures turned slightly, as though drawn by the sound.

My brow twitched hard.

The half-closed window could not possibly hide the roomful of springtime intimacy!

If they so much as caught one glimpse, word that the princess was indulging in debauchery in broad daylight and that the prince consort had caught her in bed would spread through every street and alley.

My already less-than-stellar reputation would be in even greater peril.

In an instant, the world spun, and the scene before my eyes flipped.

Rong Yu wrapped an arm around my waist. With just a little force, he pulled me into his embrace and onto the bed, into a corner hidden from view.

The gauze curtains were like drifting clouds, cascading layer upon layer, just enough to cover this side of the bed.

His black hair fell like a waterfall, sliding from his shoulders to his chest. The ends, carrying the clean scent of soapberry, brushed across my cheek.

I could not help struggling. My bent knee slid past his side.

Rong Yu’s entire body went taut. His hand gripped my wrist with a force he could barely restrain, and his voice was completely hoarse.

“Your Highness, the prince consort has come to the manor in person. The walls have ears.”

“Do not… tempt this slave anymore.”