MCSCPM -Chapter 234 Taming

So, in Yin Qingyue’s heart, he was really this kind of man? Could it be that even after all this time, she still didn’t understand him? That he valued “bloodline” above all else?

Yin Qingyue knew her own words well—she was merely evading the truth.

There’s a feeling many women experience: when a man comes too close, it can frighten her instead of reassuring her.

“Speak! Is that really how you see me? Is that why you reject me? Don’t you know that for you, I can give up all wealth, power, and status? Don’t you know that for you, I can even die with you?”

In that instant, Yin Qingyue lifted her head, surprised, staring at him.

“What do you mean? Die with me? Did… did the Emperor say something?”

She had guessed it—she was too clever not to.

Chu Jingcheng released her hand, realizing he had spoken in a moment of emotional intensity. He turned slightly, as if trying to avoid her gaze.

“Speak! Did the Emperor want to kill me?” she asked, though her heart held no fear. She only wanted clarity.

“Don’t ask,” he said.

Yin Qingyue froze. If she guessed correctly, the Emperor really had intended to kill her… but only…

“Prince Jing…”

“That’s enough,” he suddenly interrupted sternly. “Yin Qingyue, you are indeed very clever, and you guessed correctly. Now you know… how important you are to me, enough that I’d stake my life for you.”

Chu Jingcheng’s emotions surged—anger, frustration. He could give his life to her, yet not earn even a trace of warmth in return.

Yin Qingyue pursed her lips, feeling both touched and pressured by his words.

Suddenly, Chu Jingcheng scooped her up and strode into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing what I started last night.”

“Put me down.”

“Impossible.”

He tossed her onto the bed, pulled down the curtain, and pressed himself onto her.

“Prince Jing, don’t be reckless!” Her body trembled; her pupils dilated.

“I am not reckless. This… I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Yin Qingyue, I need you to answer me. Have you… ever felt even a little for me? Yes, or no?”

“I…” She hesitated. Normally she would have denied it outright, but now, under the warm curtain, the heated atmosphere made it impossible to lie.

“Answer me! Yes, or no?”

“Yes… I admit it. But those feelings… I don’t know if they are—”

Before she could finish, Chu Jingcheng’s lips met hers, twisting, pressing, demanding.

Her hands were tightly held—this time, there was no escape.

All the emotions of recent times intensified, making her choose to meet him halfway, to cooperate…

Her cold heart finally melted.

Her hands slowly wrapped around his neck. Yes—she was tamed. She no longer resisted.

This was not a ceremonial wedding night—no red candles, no red silk decorations, no peanuts scattered on the bed, no red bridal dress.

Yet the air inside the curtain was filled with a different kind of intimacy: tender, satisfying, and thrilling.

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At the Ding residence:

This time, Leng Feng walked in boldly. The gatekeeper recognized him and didn’t stop him.

The housekeeper didn’t announce him, instead leading him directly to Ding Ying’s room.

Xiangxu saw Leng Feng and hurried inside to inform her mistress, then ran back joyfully. “Future husband, Miss is waiting for you inside!”

Hearing those words, Leng Feng laughed out loud, foolishly delighted. “Xiangxu, say it again!”

“Future husband, future husband…”

“All right, all right,” he laughed, then went inside.

Ding Ying sat on the bed. When she saw him, her face flushed. She lowered her head. “Why did you come so late? Why not wait until tomorrow?”

“How’s your body?” Leng Feng placed his sword by the door and sat by the bed. “Feeling better?”

Ding Ying nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. Just a little more recovery is needed. You don’t have to come—don’t tire yourself.”

She waved him off. “Not tired. As long as you’re safe, I’ll come every day and won’t care about being tired.”

“You… you say that and I feel embarrassed.”

“Ding Ying, tomorrow I leave the capital with the Prince to the provinces.”

“What?” Ding Ying looked up, seeing the seriousness on his face. She knew he wasn’t joking.

But she knew as a young woman she couldn’t hold him back. She was proper, gentle, and graceful.

After a moment of silence, she asked, “Then… when will you return?”

“Don’t know. Could be days… could be months,” Leng Feng replied, a hint of sadness in his tone.

He had finally found a glimmer of hope with Ding Ying, and now he had to leave. It felt bitter and helpless.

Ding Ying didn’t want him to see her disappointment. She smiled. “Go with peace of mind. I’ll wait for you.”

“Wait for me?”

“Yes, I’ll wait for you.”

He had heard correctly. She meant it. He was bewildered, but his silly mind struggled to grasp it.

“What do you mean by ‘wait for me’?”

“Leng Feng, you’re so silly!” Ding Ying scolded, coyly.

She thought: what’s inside this fish-headed boy’s brain? I want to see!

Leng Feng, still grinning foolishly, rubbed his head. “I know I’m silly, but… what does it really mean?”

“Just now… didn’t Xiangxu call you her husband? Leng Feng, you really are silly!”

Suddenly, enlightenment struck him. Eyes wide, he exclaimed: “Future husband… I… you, Ding Ying… you accepted me? Really? Am I dreaming?”

“Pain.” Ding Ying furrowed her brow.

He realized he had grabbed her injured arm and immediately let go. “Ding Ying, I didn’t mean to—truly didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine, really fine,” she said.

Still, Leng Feng felt guilty. “It’s all my fault, so rough, I deserve a slap.” He raised his hand to hit himself but Ding Ying stopped him.

“Leng Feng, really, it’s fine.”

Holding her hand, Leng Feng blushed. Not sure whether to pull back or keep holding.

Ding Ying deliberately held on. “Our marriage—once everything is settled, I’ll wait for you to come and marry me properly.”

Hearing her mention marriage, Leng Feng stared at her beautiful face, lost in thought, then slowly smiled.

“Alright, Ding Ying. I’ll come.”

Many things in life boil down to just one word: wait.

They say fate brings people together—through waiting. The most anticipated word, the most meaningful: wait.

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The next day.

Sunlight climbed over the hills, spilling across the small town’s buildings.

In the capital’s outskirts…

A night of passion had passed quickly.

Yin Qingyue woke, acutely aware of soreness and aches—a clear reminder of last night.

She carefully turned. The man beside her was still asleep. She didn’t want to disturb him, merely watched his long eyelashes tremble in the light.

His features were sharp, steady, meticulous.

Having been close to him so long, she rarely studied him like this—counting each eyelash, examining his brows.

Unable to resist, she reached out to touch his beautiful brows and lashes.

Unexpectedly, Chu Jingcheng caught her hand in the act.

“Trying to take advantage of me while I sleep?”

“Take advantage? Who’s taking advantage of whom?”

“Rogue.” Yin Qingyue propped herself up, just putting on clothes, when Chu Jingcheng sat up behind her, holding her.

“Yin Qingyue, now you belong to me. From now on, you can go nowhere. Wherever I am—that is your home.”

“I don’t think so.” She pushed him away and quickly dressed.

Chu Jingcheng laughed—she was still so headstrong!

But he had to leave for the provinces, so he also got up and dressed.

“Prince Jing, you should go back. If anyone finds out you stayed here overnight, I’ll be in trouble.”

“When have you ever been afraid?” Chu Jingcheng asked.

Yin Qingyue sat at the dressing table, looking at him in the mirror. “Whether afraid or not, I don’t want unnecessary trouble. I was still shaken from the last incident.”

“Should we discuss… our relationship?” Chu Jingcheng asked.

The hairpin in her hand froze midair; she remained silent.

At that moment, Leng Yi called from outside: “Prince, it’s late. You should go.”

Yin Qingyue didn’t know he was heading to the provinces—she thought he was returning to the Jing Prince’s residence.

“Prince Jing, go back now,” she urged him.

Time didn’t allow them to talk. Chu Jingcheng let out a small sigh. “Very well. I’ll leave first. Take care of yourself. Wait for me unscathed until I return.”

With that, he departed.

Yin Qingyue placed her hairpin, stood, and went to the door. Chu Jingcheng had already left; she didn’t even see his back.

Mei’er brought hot water. She knew about last night, so she hadn’t interrupted. With a half-smile, she said: “Miss, wash your face first.”

“You child, really…”

“Miss, Mei’er knows her mistake. Wash your face, wake yourself up.”