Which of you considers yourself to be fond of me?

An ominous premonition descended from the sky. Murong Xi threw the quilt over to cover his little private treasury, stepped forward to grab Yun Qiange, who was attempting to advance toward his bed, and headed straight for the door. "Her Royal Highness has truly risen early today. Coincidentally, Rongxi was just about to look for the Princess to go watch the sunrise."

Sunrise? Sunrise your foot! The sun was already hanging high up in the sky, wasn't it?

She touched the man's hand with gentle consideration, her eyes carrying a smile as soft as mist. "No need, no need. Ever since little Xixi moved back to the estate, this Princess hasn't come to visit you yet. My conscience really weighs heavily on me for that."

You don't need your conscience to weigh heavily! He didn't care at all! Murong Xi's lips twitched as he watched Yun Qiange pull him toward the bed, his brain spinning rapidly. What was this woman up to?

Showing excessive courtesy for no good reason in the early morning—it was either theft or treachery!

Seeing Yun Qiange getting closer and closer to the bedside, Murong Xi anxiously blurted out, "How about Rongxi brews a cup of tea for Her Royal Highness instead?"

"Oh, you don't need to go to all that trouble. Come, little Xixi, sit down first. I just want to chat with you and have a heart-to-heart." On the surface, Yun Qiange put on a coquettish, petty expression, but her hands showed no mercy as she ruthlessly shoved the man's shoulders downward, causing him to sit down abruptly with a heavy thud.

Seeing the man's expression change instantly, Yun Qiange thought to herself, *Hmph, go on, pretend, keep pretending with me, you stingy miser.* Don't think she hadn't seen that flashing expanse of gold which had almost blinded her eyes when she pushed the door open just a moment ago.

Murong Xi was in pain. If you asked him where it hurt—of course it was his butt!

The surfaces of the gold ingots had sharp corners and edges, pricking him painfully. No, this wouldn't do!

He couldn't let this woman find out. He tried hard to maintain his facial expression, though his smile was extremely stiff. "If Her Royal Highness wishes to have a heart-to-heart with Rongxi, it is naturally Rongxi's honor."

"Really?!" the woman exclaimed in surprise, her clear eyes sparkling like a dazzling starry sky. She smiled with a pretense of shyness, wriggled onto the man's lap, raised her arms to wrap them around his neck, and with a somewhat bashful wiggle of her hips, said, "I was..."

She paused, stealing a glance at his fiercely suppressed yet already somewhat greenish complexion, and gave another hard wiggle back and forth in his embrace, saying pitifully, "I thought you were still angry with me about last time." With every single wiggle she made, Murong Xi's complexion shifted accordingly. By the time she finished her entire sentence, Murong Xi's face had paraded through shades of green to white, then red, then white again... shifting through over a dozen colors just like that! He was in so much pain that his teeth were chattering!

He tilted his head back, feeling like crying without tears. Had his butt split open?

In the end, the pain made his teeth grind together with a creaking sound. With a tone laced with bitterness and trembling, he managed to squeeze out a broken, intermittent sentence with great difficulty: "Her Royal Highness, whatever you want... just name it. I... I'll give you everything... Please just spare... my butt."

By the time she returned to the courtyard with the dejected Murong Xi in tow, the courtyard was already densely packed with a multitude of stunning men of various distinct styles. All of them were standing there quietly, holding their breath and waiting without daring to make a sound, and surprisingly, even Shangguan Ning and Moqi Haoyu were among their ranks.

However, the two of them held the highest status as the Princess's co-husbands, so they stood at the very front.

Amidst the quiet tranquility of the early morning, Yun Qiange wore a white dress. Its plain and simple hue could not conceal the refined and aloof coldness at the corners of her eyes and brows. She cleared her throat. "Among all of you, who considers themselves to be fond of me? Please step forward."