In the not-so-spacious carriage, Lu Ting sat leisurely. He was dressed in white silk, his clean face carrying a faint smile, like a son of nobility untouched by the dust of the world.

It’s hard to imagine that not long ago, this face was full of mockery and disdain.

He was audacious and disregarded conventions, making the current Crown Prince kneel to a slave in front of all the palace maids and eunuchs.

His gloominess and dominance left a deep impression on Sang Yao, to the point that she couldn’t just treat him as a graceful prince. Her heart felt like a string about to break, panic spreading. Sang Yao’s movements slowed down.

But she knew she couldn’t show any sign of discomfort. She had to force herself to suppress the fear and put on a smile, surprised, “Your Highness?”

Lu Ting’s smile didn’t falter as he asked, “Why isn’t Miss Sang coming in?”

Sang Yao was still by the curtain, slightly bowing, her movements somewhat stiff.

She didn’t want to go in. She just wanted to get away from Lu Ting when she saw his face.

But she had already stepped into the ante-chamber. If she didn’t go in now, it would undoubtedly be disrespectful to Lu Ting.

Lu Ting was someone who didn’t even care about the Crown Prince. Let alone a young girl like her.

Now, whether she went in or not, it was a dilemma.

He stared at her without speaking, but the pressure he exerted was palpable.

Sang Yao eventually stiffly moved into the carriage and sat silently furthest away from Lu Ting.

As the curtain fell, the once small space suddenly became suffocating.

Sang Yao cautiously spoke, “Is there something Your Highness needs?”

Lu Ting smiled, his gaze quietly sweeping over the beauty in front of him.

With fair skin and rosy lips, even though she was wrapped in layers of light gauze, her plump and graceful figure could still be seen. A slender and white neck, snow-white down to the collarbone, covered by fabric.

She shouldn’t be sitting here. She should be pinned down by a man on the bed, squeezing that delicate neck as his own.

The beautiful face of the girl showed obvious tension and nervousness, avoiding his gaze.

He said softly, “You don’t need to be nervous, miss.”

His gaze fell on her fingers and he continued, “Do you still like this red jade?”

Lu Ting reached out to touch Sang Yao’s hand, but she recoiled like a startled bird.

He paused, his expression unchanged. “Miss, there’s no need for formality. This red jade belongs only to you.”

He looked at Sang Yao and said softly, “If you like it, I’ll send it to you every day from now on.”

“What do you mean by sending it every day?” Sang Yao felt uncomfortable and pursed her lips, unwilling to think too much about it.

Before she could reply, the strange atmosphere in the carriage made her grip her clothes tightly, sweat forming in her palms. Her heart was racing, feeling like she couldn’t stay in the carriage for another moment.

Lu Ting spoke slowly again, “By the way, Miss Sang, the palace banquet ended long ago. Why are you just coming out now?”

Sang Yao’s heart skipped a beat, feeling guilty. She said, “I… I just went to see my sister along the way.”

“At the Silent Moon Palace?”

Sang Yao rarely lied and hesitated before reluctantly nodding.

“Is that so? But I remember Concubine Ji has been in the Tongshen Hall all afternoon.”

Sang Yao choked up and replied, “Is that so? Maybe my sister went back there for a while…”

Lu Ting smiled and said, “Miss Sang, I don’t like women who lie.”

Sang Yao was speechless for a moment, feeling anxious. Did he notice something?

She didn’t dare to look at Lu Ting. The gentler his smile, the clearer his face, full of cunningness, appeared in her mind.

She didn’t know how to answer, just desperately wanting to escape the current situation.

Lu Ting sat upright in the carriage, observing Sang Yao.

Her innocent and gentle nature, now slightly blushing with nervousness, was like a blooming peach blossom in spring, her eyes watery. She was being forced to be submissive due to the overwhelming power, but even if she resisted, it wouldn’t cause any waves, like a pitiful cat.

No wonder she had won Xie Yun’s favor.

Was she like this when she was with Xie Yun just now?

As the girl looked like she was about to cry out of anxiety, Lu Ting, as if satisfied with teasing her, said with a smile, “I was just joking with you, Miss.”

Seeing Sang Yao breathe a sigh of relief, he added, “It’s a bit stuffy in here. Let’s go outside.”

Sang Yao was overjoyed. She suppressed her excitement and said softly, “Okay.”

Then she lifted the curtain and eagerly jumped out, turning back to say, “Your Highness, please.”

Lu Ting got off the carriage.

At this moment, people were coming and going outside the palace gate.

Not much, Sang Yao still doesn’t know why Lu Ting came to find her. She tentatively said, “Your Highness, you are busy, if there is nothing else, I won’t delay you.”

Lu Ting smiled, “To see Miss, anything is worth it.”

Sang Yao’s face stiffened.

In fact, Lu Ting’s hint was already very clear.

Nowadays, there is no need to make it clear between men and women in love. Lu Ting already has a princess consort, so he wants her to be his concubine.

“Mr. Sang has mentioned Miss several times to me recently, and his words are full of satisfaction. It can be seen that Mr. Sang cares about you a lot.”

Sang Yao’s brain has never been very good, but now she actually understood Lu Ting’s meaning all at once.

He didn’t give her a chance to refuse. He was using her father to threaten her.