Song Wanchu was greatly shocked. The prince's honor guard hadn't even finished passing by!
She glared at Liang Yuzhou angrily, but Liang Yuzhou just smiled without saying a word.
The carriage curtain was lowered, blocking those two burning gazes.
His goal had been achieved.
Inside the carriage, Little Anzi looked at the prince uneasily.
The prince, who was always gentle and amiable, now had a terrifyingly gloomy face.
Liang Yuzhou had kissed Wanchu right in front of him. It was an obvious provocation!
He was telling the prince that only he could do such a thing to Wanchu. Even though the prince was the crown prince, he couldn't just snatch a woman who didn't belong to him.
"Your Highness, we came here specifically to see Miss Song. Her uncle will be released from prison tomorrow, and Miss Song seems quite relaxed. Since the person you care about the most is safe, don't think too much about it," Little Anzi comforted the prince.
The prince let out a deep sigh, his eyes full of helplessness.
"I, the crown prince, am such a useless person. When the woman I love the most is in trouble, I can't even help her immediately, or even show up..."
And Liang Yuzhou could, in the name of Wanchu's husband, openly show up, stay by her side, comfort her, and coax her.
The prince's eyes turned red, and he clenched his fists tighter.
"Your Highness, your status is different from that of the second young master Liang. You are the future emperor, the most noble person. This matter involves the tax and revenue of the Ministry of Revenue. You can't get involved personally. Please stop blaming yourself," said Little Anzi, who knew the prince's mind best. "Don't be sad. Once Miss Song becomes yours, you can protect her openly."
A faint sourness welled up in the prince's chest.
As the crown prince, he had too many constraints.
The matter of taxes and revenue was too sensitive. If his father, the emperor, knew that he had intervened in the tax investigation of the Ministry of Revenue, he would surely suspect that the prince was trying to amass wealth and cultivate his own faction.
His aunt had been amassing wealth wantonly, but his father turned a blind eye and even indulged her. However, he couldn't get involved in anything related to finance.
Because he was going to inherit the throne, his father might suspect that he was eager to ascend the throne prematurely.
It was precisely because of this status that when the woman he loved the most was in trouble, he couldn't even reach out to help immediately...
He hated the person who had caused trouble for Wanchu. That person deserved to die.
...
It was already late at night when they returned to the Duke's Mansion.
Liang Yuzhou noticed Song Wanchu's exhaustion. He carried her all the way into the Shuiyun Residence and laid her on the bed without even letting her feet touch the ground.
After running around for half the night, her body was covered in sticky sweat. Song Wanchu couldn't stand it and insisted on taking a bath before going to sleep.
She soaked her body in the hot water. The warm water gradually seeped into her body, and she gradually felt as if her soul, which had left her body, had returned.
Her uncle's false accusation had been cleared, and the heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart had finally fallen to the ground.
However, after this ordeal, her uncle's caravan would have to delay its departure.
She had almost gotten the document of releasing the concubine today.
She must go to see the old lady again tomorrow when Liang Yuzhou was not in the Duke's Mansion.
As she was thinking, she absent-mindedly splashed water on herself. Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of her, and water splashed out of the bathtub.
When she wiped the water off her eyes, what came into view was a solid wall of flesh.
"You!"
Song Wanchu let out a scream and quickly covered her eyes, turning her back.
Although she and Liang Yuzhou had shared a bed for three years and had had countless passionate moments, this was the first time they had taken a bath together.
Just now, Zhou Sheng had called Liang Yuzhou away. Song Wanchu thought he had left and wouldn't come back.
But not only did he come back, he even launched a surprise attack!
His broad chest pressed against her back, and their heartbeats seemed to be pressed together, beating in sync.
Liang Yuzhou put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
His muscles were bulging, and the hidden strength seemed to be ready to burst out at any moment.
"Liang Yuzhou, that's enough!"
Liang Yuzhou still wanted to turn her shoulders around, but Song Wanchu stubbornly refused to turn around.
It was so embarrassing.
Ever since she had been drugged with aphrodisiac and took the initiative to make love to him, Liang Yuzhou had become more and more out of control.
"Don't want to face me?"
Liang Yuzhou let out a low laugh in her ear. A tingle ran through Song Wanchu's ear and spread throughout her body. "That's okay. You seem to like this position too, don't you?"
The sound of water behind the screen covered the soft moans.
The overlapping figures were reflected on the screen. Song Wanchu forced open her blurred eyes with tears and suddenly had the illusion that the two figures could grow old together.
Liang Yuzhou knew his limits and didn't torture Song Wanchu for too long. He cleaned their bodies and carried her to the bed.
Song Wanchu was being held so tightly by him that she could hardly breathe.
Tonight, she should have taken the document of releasing the concubine and gone south with her uncle's caravan.
As she was thinking, a deep breathing sound came from beside her. Liang Yuzhou seemed to be extremely tired. Song Wanchu turned her head. In the dim candlelight, she could see the obvious dark circles under his eyes.
Her heart was gradually drifting away, but Liang Yuzhou seemed to be doing his best to pull her back.
What on earth was this man thinking...
Suddenly, Liang Yuzhou shouted.
"Wanchu, don't leave me!"
His arm suddenly tightened around her chest. He hugged her so tightly that there was no gap between them, as if they were going to merge into one.
Song Wanchu felt suffocated in her chest and patted his arm. "Liang Yuzhou, you're holding me too tightly!"
Liang Yuzhou opened his eyes. At first, his eyes were unfocused, and then he gradually woke up. He stared at Song Wanchu for a long time, as if he had found something that was lost.
Suddenly, Yu Rongbai's sinister smiling face flashed through Song Wanchu's mind.
She looked directly into Liang Yuzhou's eyes and asked, "Liang Yuzhou, is there anything you're hiding from me?"
Liang Yuzhou's face froze.
"Why do you suddenly ask this?"
Song Wanchu looked at him seriously and suddenly felt that his eyes were a little evasive, as if he was guilty.
This was the first time she had seen such an expression on Liang Yuzhou's face.
She keenly sensed something was wrong.
"Our bodies are completely exposed to each other. I hope our hearts can be as open as well."
Liang Yuzhou changed from lying on his side to lying flat so that he didn't have to look directly into Song Wanchu's eyes.
He slowly closed his eyes and murmured, "To what extent can we be considered open?"
Song Wanchu didn't want to beat around the bush with him anymore.
"How exactly did my father die?"
Liang Yuzhou's eyes suddenly opened wide. As if he had thought of something, the darkness in his eyes churned, and a killing intent rose.
"Liang Yuzhou, if you know something, can you tell me? I'm my father's only daughter. I have the right to know the truth."
"In the bloody battle at Pingsha Pass, the Great Zhou's army was surrounded by the Hu people. Your father took a knife for my father and tried his best to persuade my father to retreat. He stayed to block the enemy's attack. He fought until the last moment until he was exhausted and died."
What he said was exactly the same as what Song Wanchu already knew.
"You..."
When Song Wanchu wanted to ask more, she found that Liang Yuzhou was breathing evenly.
He had fallen asleep again.
Song Wanchu didn't sleep well all night.
When she got out of bed, she found that it was raining outside. The room was gloomy, without a single ray of light.
At the door, came Zhou Sheng's dejected voice.
"Second Master, something's wrong. The clerk who stole the key last night had his throat cut, and the signed testimony was also stolen."
"Boom!"
A thunderclap suddenly sounded, like gunpowder exploding in her ear.
Liang Yuzhou quickly turned to look at Song Wanchu.
She was sitting on the bed, biting her lips blankly, with no trace of color on her face.