Chapter 8: Stealing His Money, Tricking His Horse

Xia Wanwan cursed him silently in her heart. She pushed his hand away, made a face at him, walked to the bedside, and threw the quilt on the bed onto the floor. "Actually, your kissing technique isn't all that great."

Then, with a look of disgust, she wiped her lips and retorted, "It's no different from kissing a corpse. In the future, remember to find a few more women to practice your kissing skills with before you try to pick up girls. Otherwise, people will think you haven't had any action in three hundred years."

Having said her piece, she didn't care whether he responded or not. She lay down on the bed in a spread-eagle position and prepared to sleep.

Forget it, if she was kissed, she was kissed; she'd just treat it like being bitten by a dog.

Even though he was a scoundrel, he was at least a handsome man.

Being kissed by a top-tier handsome man wasn't such a loss for her.

Yan Zhi's forehead throbbed a few times. He knew this woman had a sharp tongue; having been humiliated like this, she would surely seek revenge.

Looking down at the quilt she had thrown on the floor, could it be that she wanted him to sleep on the ground?

Yan Zhi picked up the quilt and threw it back onto the bed. "This room is mine, and this bed is mine. You slept in my bed, yet you want me to sleep on the floor?"

Xia Wanwan pretended not to hear him and feigned sleep.

Yan Zhi directly hauled her off the bed, lay down himself, and rolled himself up in the quilt.

Xia Wanwan stepped onto the floor with her bare feet. "The bed is taken by you, and the quilt is taken by you. Where am I supposed to sleep?!"

"There is a table over there." Yan Zhi pointed to the round table. "You can sleep on that."

Telling her to sleep on a table?

How was that any different from sleeping on the floor?

Xia Wanwan's current body was covered in external injuries and was very frail; if she were to catch a cold on top of that, things wouldn't look very optimistic.

After a moment, she glanced at the person on the bed; he seemed to have fallen asleep.

He fell asleep so fast.

Xia Wanwan wrinkled her nose, lightened her footsteps, crawled to the inner side of the bed, and curled into a ball.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she gradually drifted into dreamland.

Yan Zhi slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the person beside him sleeping so soundly, he spread out the rolled-up quilt and gently covered her with it. Only after smoothing down the corners did he close his eyes again.

Xia Wanwan slept very deeply. After about two hours, she was woken up by a full bladder.

After using the restroom and returning to the room, her sleepiness had vanished, and the rain outside had stopped.

Yan Zhi lay on the bed without any movement, deep in sleep.

Xia Wanwan's gaze fell upon the pouch embroidered with green bamboo hanging from his waist.

Her eyes darted around, and she quietly took the pouch from his waist, walked out of the room, and lightly closed the door behind her.

After going downstairs, she went to the stables, untied Yan Zhi's carriage, climbed onto it, flicked the whip, and left the inn with her small hand waving the whip.

He dared to bully her!

On the second floor of the inn, by a certain window.

Yan Zhi watched the young girl grow increasingly distant until she was nothing more than a black dot that vanished into nothingness before he withdrew his gaze.

He lowered his head and scanned his waist.

The corners of his lips curled slightly upward.

This woman was truly vengeful.

He had merely kissed her once.

And she had stolen his silver and even his carriage.

"My Lord! The carriage has been stolen!"

As dawn was breaking, Zuo Chao pushed open Yan Zhi's door and walked in anxiously.

Which thief dared to steal from a Prince?

It was simply suicidal!

If he didn't find them, it was one thing, but if the Prince found them, they would surely be skinned alive!

Yan Zhi did not respond and walked downstairs.

Zuo Chao, with his sharp eyes, noticed that the pouch at his Lord's waist was missing. He connected this to the fact that Xia Wanwan had disappeared at the same time, and the carriage was gone as well.

Yet, the Prince hadn't said a single word.

Could it be that the thief was her?

That's right, it must be her!

Last night, she was in the same room as the Prince!

"Don't worry, My Lord. After we return to the capital, this subordinate will definitely find her as quickly as possible and bring her back for your judgment!"

That woman's courage was far too great! To smear mud on his Lord by claiming she was pregnant with his child, and now she actually stole his silver and his carriage!

Did she know that the carriage held immense significance to the Prince?

"There is no need to look for her. She will appear on her own." Yan Zhi stepped out of the inn and instructed Zuo Chao, "Go, prepare two fast horses."