"Since it’s personally brewed by Zhenzhen, I naturally have to drink it myself," Qi Jingrong said with a smile. When he reached out to take the soup bowl, he also grasped Shen Yizhen’s hand.
"Prince..." Shen Yizhen felt a jolt through her body and looked up in surprise, and then immediately bowed her head, exposing her lovely neck, but she didn’t have the heart to pull her hand back.
"Zhenzhen, I would prefer it even more if you fed it to me by hand," Qi Jingrong’s eyes narrowed slightly, brimming with electricity.
"I..." Shen Yizhen was so excited that she didn’t know how to begin speaking.
Qi Jingrong then let out a soft sigh and released her hand, his tone somewhat despondent, "You’re unwilling? It seems I was presumptuous with a beauty. Well, never mind then..."
"Zhenzhen is willing!" Shen Yizhen quickly spoke up, realizing after she had finished that she might have seemed too eager, and her face immediately turned red.
Qi Jingrong’s mouth twisted into a sardonic smile. He reached out again to grasp her hand and with a tug, he pulled her down to sit on his lap, and then slightly opened his mouth, clearly waiting to be fed.
Shen Yizhen’s heart pounded like a startled deer, but she was also thrilled. Blushing, she picked up the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to his mouth.
"Hmm, indeed not bad," Qi Jingrong smacked his lips and then gently stroked Shen Yizhen’s back, "Does Zhenzhen want to taste?"
"As long as the Prince likes it." Shen Yizhen was overjoyed, "In the future, Zhenzhen is willing to brew soup for the Prince every day..."
Qi Jingrong’s gaze flickered for a moment. He was very clear about Shen Wanyin’s intentions. To have his two daughters marry him and the Eighth Brother was certainly a double insurance. No matter whether the Crown Prince triumphs or his Third Brother ascends, Shen Wanyin is set to benefit. Then he chuckled slightly, "I like Zhenzhen too, but it seems that Second Master Shen fancies the Eighth Brother even more..."
"Zhenzhen only likes the Tenth Brother." Upon hearing this, Shen Yizhen immediately became anxious, "Truly, Zhenzhen..." She seemed unsure of how to express herself, but in a bout of desperation, she kissed him on the lips.
Qi Jingrong’s brows furrowed in an instant, and images of Yang Ruxin and Gu Qingheng kissing, seemingly entranced, flashed through his mind. But why did he feel so uncomfortable? While her scent was actually quite normal, he felt like vomiting, and promptly pushed her away, fortunately still rational enough not to use too much force.
Shen Yizhen was also stunned. How could she... She hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Please spare me, Prince..."
Qi Jingrong then breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling comfortable. Looking at the woman on the ground, a harsh light flickered in his eyes, which quickly disappeared, and he reached down to pull her up, "Zhenzhen need not blame herself, but one must be mindful of their reputation..."
"Zhenzhen fell in love with the Prince at first sight, so she was... unable to restrain herself..." Tears fell from Shen Yizhen’s eyes. Indeed, if this matter were to spread, she would have lost all her dignity.
"Since that’s the case, would Zhenzhen be willing to enter my Wang Residence?" Qi Jingrong initially didn’t want to marry anyone, but now his mind had changed. He decided to marry both of Shen Wanyin’s daughters, and he was quite looking forward to seeing Shen Wanyin’s expression then—it would surely be spectacular. Moreover, this way, the Shen Family wouldn’t have the chance to waver, and he could wholeheartedly support his Third Brother.