Upon hearing this, Prince Su's face immediately darkened, his undisguised fierceness frightening the steward beside him so much that his legs went weak.

He turned and left directly, not even using the carriage, and went straight to the backyard to lead a strong, well-fed horse.

He had originally guessed that Emperor Wen Xiao might send someone to the mansion to reprimand Xie Ming, but he didn't expect Emperor Wen Xiao to be even more sinister and cunning than he had imagined, directly letting Xie Ming's legitimate sister, Imperial Consort Xie, intervene!

At this time, with Imperial Consort Xie summoning Xie Ming to the palace, it was definitely not to reminisce about their sibling relationship. Judging from his imperial brother's posturing, it was clearly to let Imperial Consort Xie use her status as an elder sister to pressure Xie Ming with righteousness into accepting a concubine for him!

Xie Ming was such a proud person, who knows how much he would have to suffer now under Imperial Consort Xie...

Thinking of this, Prince Su's heart surged with the impulse to tear down the palace and rebelliously beat up his imperial brother!

The person he himself couldn't bear to say a harsh word to, why should he be pointed at and lectured by others?

He had to go to the palace immediately and bring his Xie Ming back!

Seeing this, the steward let out a wail and hurriedly ran after him, "Master, please listen to your servant. The Consort said to tell you that he will return soon, and that you must not act impulsively. He also said..."

Prince Su had already mounted the horse, urging fiercely, "Speak!"

The steward swallowed and said tremblingly, "The Consort said, said that if you act impulsively, he will, will return to the Xinyuan Marquis Mansion."

Prince Su's footsteps stopped abruptly. He stared at the terrified steward for a long time, and slowly loosened his grip on the reins.

Half an hour...

If his Consort did not return within half an hour, he would go find his dear imperial brother and settle the score!

No matter how Emperor Wen Xiao punished or scolded him, he didn't actually care. But Xie Ming was his bottom line. If his Xie Ming suffered today, he would definitely demand an explanation!

Fortunately, He Yan was true to his word. Prince Su waited for less than the time it took to burn an incense stick before a carriage stopped in front of the Prince Su Mansion.

Although Prince Su had barely restrained his impulse to rush into the palace and take back his person, he couldn't sit still and wait in the room either. So he kept watch at the door, pacing back and forth somewhat anxiously, paying constant attention to the comings and goings.

Therefore, as soon as he saw that familiar carriage drive over, Prince Su immediately strode over. Before the carriage had even steadied, he stepped onto it, lifted the curtain, and directly embraced the person inside the compartment.

After being somewhat roughly carried out of the carriage, He Yan wrapped his arms around Prince Su's neck, feeling a bit helpless in his heart.

Although the location of the Prince Su Mansion was far from the bustling areas, and it was relatively quiet in front of the door, it was still outside after all. With this embrace from their family's big fool, he was afraid it would add new gossip material for the capital's rumor groups.

After being carried into the Prince Su Mansion, He Yan used his head to nudge Prince Su's chin. "What's the matter? I have hands and feet, hurry and put me down."

Prince Su's response was to give him a deep look, hold him a bit tighter, and without a word, carry him through the long corridor, all the way to the back courtyard.

He Yan was held so tightly by those powerful arms that he had some difficulty breathing. He wanted to tell him to relax a bit, but the man walked extremely fast. As soon as he opened his mouth, the cold wind would rush in, so he shrank his neck and obediently leaned his head on the man's shoulder... In any case, judging from Prince Su's appearance, even if he said something, it probably wouldn't have much effect.

It wasn't until they entered the bedroom and he was somewhat urgently thrown onto the bed that he felt he could take a breath.

But before he could catch his breath, Prince Su pressed down again.

This man's weight was almost twice his own, his whole body full of hard muscles. Pressed on top of him, it was like a heavy boulder, especially that chest part. Squeezed by the man's bulging chest, there was a feeling of suffocation.

He Yan weakly pushed the man on top of him, his expression listless, "You might as well kill me..."

Young Master Xie's body was afraid of the cold. As soon as winter arrived, he would feel very weak and lazy all over. Moreover, he had just returned from the palace and was in no good mood, so he had even less energy.

Prince Su looked at his Princess whom he had bullied until he was gasping for breath. Suddenly, he silently got up and left the soft bed, lit the charcoal stove in the corner of the room, then returned to remove He Yan's thick outer clothing and scooped up the quilt on the inside of the bed, wrapping him up tightly.

He Yan was like a boneless person, allowing Prince Su to hold his waist and bustle about.

Having gotten up too early today, he indeed should sleep in for a bit.

It's just... He Yan looked at Prince Su who sat silently on the edge of the bed with a gloomy face after finishing his busy work. He reached out to lift a corner of the quilt and asked lazily, "Your Highness isn't coming in?"

Prince Su still didn't speak. Upon hearing this, he only quickly took off his outer clothing, then crawled into the soft, thick quilt and hugged He Yan's somewhat thin waist, forcibly squeezing himself into the arms of the person a size smaller than him, burying his head in that somewhat thin chest.

He Yan reached out and stroked the somewhat rough hair of the person in his arms, saying softly, "Why do you look even more aggrieved than me?"

The big fool in his arms rubbed his nose against his chest. It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but it just so happened to brush past the tip, startling He Yan into reflexively shrinking back his chest.

But it was no use. That person was like a large snot bug. As soon as a little distance was pulled apart, he immediately squeezed back up again.

He Yan tugged at the roots of the big fool's hair, a hint of anger in his tone, "If you keep playing mute, get off the bed."

Prince Su, who had been rubbing and nestling in his Princess's arms, suddenly froze. After a long while, he said in a muffled voice, "Xie Ming, I..."

"I'm sorry."

He Yan tugged at his hair again and questioned, "What did you do to wrong me... You have someone outside?"

Prince Su abruptly raised his head, his voice rising, his eyes fierce, "Xie Ming! I didn't!"

He Yan saw a hint of not-so-obvious grievance in his eyes. He reached out and coldly pinched his stiff face, saying, "Then explain properly, exactly where you went wrong."

Prince Su's voice lowered again.

"I didn't protect you well and let you suffer."

He Yan pinched his cheeks and tugged, "I'm also a man, there's no reason for me to always hide behind you."

In fact, Prince Su was already doing his best to protect him from being troubled by these matters. However, as a prince, he still had the emperor above him. With Emperor Wen Xiao determined to stir up trouble, their family's big fool also faced great pressure.

Actually, when Consort Xie sent him the message today, he could have declined to go even if he made excuses. Since the reorganization after their marriage, Emperor Wen Xiao's people had been excluded to the periphery, and now the prince's mansion was full of Prince Su's subordinates. As the master of the prince's mansion, he was not in a position to be coerced on his own turf.

Moreover, based on his understanding, Emperor Wen Xiao was somewhat of a bro-con. Even if he was wary of Prince Su, it was impossible for him to forcibly take him into the palace from the Prince Su Mansion.

However, it was meaningless to keep hiding like this. Although He Yan did not want to deal with these frustrating matters, he also did not want to push all of them onto his family's big fool. Seeing him being pressured by Emperor Wen Xiao every day to the point of exhaustion, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

Besides, things were not as Prince Su thought. His elder sister did not make things difficult for him.

Just now in the Purple Cloud Palace, his dignified and generous elder sister had all the palace maids withdraw. She first loudly expounded on the great principles of how a wife should not be jealous and so on. Then, she changed the topic and pulled him aside to comfort him in a low voice.

"Just listen to what I said earlier, but actually, when it comes down to it, the one in charge of your residence is still Prince Su. As long as Prince Su is willing, there's no need to pay attention to anything else. Sister knows you have a strong personality, but now that you are already someone's wife, sometimes appropriately yielding and acting spoiled can save a lot of trouble."

This was what his elder sister said verbatim.

She was clearly hinting at him to continue monopolizing Prince Su's favor, and to give Prince Su more pillow talk, inciting Prince Su to go against the emperor.

If Emperor Wen Xiao knew that Consort Xie, who always appeared understanding and magnanimous in front of him, was actually so two-faced in private, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

In fact, He Yan was also a little surprised by Xie Yan's attitude.

In this era, women were instilled with the idea of male superiority from the moment they were born. It was commonplace and taken for granted for men to have three wives and four concubines. Even the Marchioness of Xinyuan, who had always doted on him, had tactfully advised him not to obstruct the Prince Su Mansion's succession a few days ago.

In short, in the minds of women here, especially those from prestigious families, finding a concubine for their husband was a perfectly normal thing. There were even many first wives who would send their trusted maids to their husband's bed in order to keep control of the rear court.

He had originally thought that Xie Yan, who had struggled in the emperor's harem for many years, would be even more so. He had even thought of ways to deal with it before entering the palace, but unexpectedly gained an ally.

He Yan relayed Consort Xie's words to the fierce-looking Prince Su, and finally urged, "Don't let it slip in front of your imperial brother, or my sister will be punished."

Prince Su hurriedly nodded and said, "Sister is much more sensible than imperial brother."

He Yan couldn't help but laugh and cry as he hit him on the head. "If your imperial brother heard that, I'm afraid he would be so angry that he would confiscate your salary."

Prince Su stretched his neck and pecked his prince consort on the face.

"Ignore him. Today, let the steward go and check if there are any suitable children in the clan. We'll adopt one."

Although he really didn't want to bring out a child to divert Ah Ming's attention, adopting a child was undoubtedly the best solution now.

He could only find a few more nannies to look after the child later, so that Ah Ming could spend less energy.

After talking in the warm bed for so long, He Yan's drowsiness had unknowingly crept up on him. However, after being comforted by him, Prince Su began to get restless. Not only did he reach out and knead He Yan's body, but he also lifted him up and placed him on top of himself, rubbing against him.

He Yan reached out and slapped his hard chest with a "smack," warning, "I want to sleep."

Prince Su grabbed his hand, bit it, and licked it, pleading, "Ah Ming, you sleep. I'll be gentle and won't hurt you..."

Perhaps he was muddled by sleepiness, or perhaps he was bewitched by the man's pitiful appearance as he wagged his tail, He Yan's mind short-circuited and somehow nodded.

However, the facts proved that not a single word a man says in bed can be trusted.

In a haze of heat, He Yan vaguely thought: It seems he still spoils this big fool too much...