Kicked the scumbag and married his uncle, and she was reborn as a medical concubine to dominate the

The little girl actually turned over on her own one step ahead of him, moved her head into his arms very skillfully, and at the same time moved her little head from the pillow to his arm, and rested it comfortably.

She was really being naughty by him. No matter how high-quality the soft gold pillow was, it was still uncomfortable. She couldn't sleep well without that familiar embrace at night.

Therefore, when Shen Wan asked him to go to Xiaotan or the study, Shen Wan just said it casually.

Her "big pillow", she couldn't bear to let him go away.

On this matter, the couple can be said to be very tacit.

Every time after being intimate, the little girl would have a little temper, and Qi Yan happened to especially like to see her acting cute.

Sometimes when she was tortured too hard, she would "scold" him and "beat" him, but he didn't care at all.

He didn't have the airs of a prince at all. He just couldn't drive her away or kick her away. No matter if she drove him to the study or Xiaotan, he would shamelessly go up to her and hug her.

And she has long been accustomed to his embrace. She ignores him depending on her mood, but she cannot delay her enjoyment of the comfort of being held by him. She has been bullied and endured, so a hug is a must.

Looking down at the little guy snuggled softly in his arms, Qi Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips in a beautiful arc.

He grabbed her little hand and looked at the injury on his palm. When he saw that the redness and swelling were all gone, he felt relieved and put her little hand in his palm.

"Baby, if you want to teach someone a lesson in the future, you can order the guards or maids to come instead of doing it yourself, okay?"

"Yes." Feeling inexplicably reassured in his arms, Shen Wan agreed casually in a lazy voice, and fell asleep in a short while.

Listening to the even breathing coming from his arms, Qi Yan raised his hand to tuck the little woman's hair in front of her forehead and kissed her gently on the forehead.

Thinking of something, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

……

Songs and songs were played every night in Prince Jinming's palace. Qi Huan hugged him from left to right, listening to the music and enjoying the dance.

The beauty waiting on the side peeled a grape and gingerly fed it to his mouth.

When the woman was about to take her hand back, Qi Huan suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed her waist and pulled the beauty into his arms.

Moving closer to her, Qi Huan sniffed, all the way down from the woman's collarbone, sniffing the faint fragrance emanating from her body with enjoyment.

"Your Majesty!" There was no tenderness or pity in his movements. The woman was pinched very painfully, and she was very scared, so she subconsciously screamed.

"Are you afraid?" The person in his arms was shaking uncontrollably. Qi Huan used his index finger to lift her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Is it my scary appearance or scary voice that makes this little beauty so scared?"

"No, it's not the case. Your Majesty is among the best among men. His appearance is very handsome, and his voice is also pleasant. It's... that this slave has little knowledge and cannot inherit His Majesty's power."

This dancer is indeed pretty. Logically speaking, given her status, let alone a prince, it is her blessing to be favored by any dignitary in the imperial city.

But King Jinming had a reputation for cruelty, especially his methods of torturing women, which were said to be full of tricks.

Being favored by him is not about sacrificing one's body in exchange for glory, it is directly sacrificing one's life, and even if one dies, it will not be easy.

Although she suppressed the fear in her heart, the dancer's voice could not help but tremble when she replied.

She didn't want to be a prince or concubine. At this moment, she just hoped to escape from the other party's clutches.

Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that the more panicked and scared she became, the more fun Qi Huan found it.

Just like a cat and a mouse, one controls the life and death of the other. Seeing the fear in Dancing Girl's eyes, Qi Huan's lips curved into a perverted smile.

"Oh? From what I heard, little beauty, it's because I acted too majestic that scared the beauty, or it's my fault. How about I be gentler to you?"

After he finished speaking, Qi Huan picked up the man in his arms, flicked his arms, and threw him on the Arhat bed beside him.

"No, don't... ah!"

The woman shook her head in tears, and before she could finish her words of begging for mercy, they all turned into a shrill scream.

This kind of thing was no longer surprising. The other musicians, dancers, and servants in the palace quickly retreated out of the hall, and everyone secretly sweated on their palms.

They were glad that they were not the ones being favored tonight, but they were more worried and fearful about not knowing when it would be their turn.

The screams in the palace came one after another, which seemed particularly frightening in the quiet night.

Except for Qi Huan's personal eunuch Jiang Wei who had to stay outside the palace, everyone else hid as far away as possible, with the exception of a figure who walked forward quickly and rushed into the palace.