A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1916 - 464: Nightly Indulgence, Absolute Certainty

Brother Yan, do you know how much I miss you?

At that moment, the long-standing tension in her heart was completely released, and she felt a deep sadness. She hugged her knees, sitting in the cold water, her heart even colder than the water itself.

"Knock knock knock" came a rhythmic knocking on the bathroom door. For a long time, there was no response. Xiao Nan, anxious, pushed the door open regardless, and saw Yun Ya sitting there alone in the cold water. Quickly, Xiao Nan grabbed a bathrobe and rushed to put it around Yun Ya, anxiously speaking incoherent words that were not clearly understood.

Essentially asking Yun Ya to take care of her body and not catch a cold.

The sheer curtain swayed as the night breeze gently drifted in.

Yun Ya suddenly grabbed Xiao Nan’s arm, and Xiao Nan was startled by her sudden movement, staring dumbfounded at Yun Ya.

Yun Ya’s face was flushed red from the steam, making her look even more delicate and alluring.

"It’s not a dream... it wasn’t a dream just now..."

Before Xiao Nan could say anything, Yun Ya, draping the bathrobe, swiftly stood up from the water, ran barefoot to the window, and gazed into the vast darkness, her eyes eagerly searching for something.

"Is it you?" Brother Yan, is it you?

The only response was the lonely deep night... and the chill that enveloped her.

Calming down, she chuckled bitterly, realizing she was mistaken. How could he appear here?

She raised her hand to rub her brow, feeling the cold wind increase her headache.

Xiao Nan walked over to support her, helping her out of the bathroom. Once Yun Ya was seated on the sofa, Xiao Nan diligently dried her wet hair with a towel, brushing it strand by strand, while Yun Ya sat quietly, allowing her to do as she pleased, her eyes dreamily gazing into the night.

She slowly raised her hand to her lips. Was it really a dream? But the sensations felt so real. Her lower lip still tingled slightly, as if someone had spitefully bitten it...

Yet if it wasn’t a dream... it would be impossible!

Yun Ya closed her eyes, deciding not to ponder further, resting her hand against her head, feeling somewhat drowsy.

Xiao Nan finished everything, led Yun Ya to the large bed, tucked her under the blanket, adjusted the room’s temperature and lighting, and finally left at ease.

Yun Ya stared at the ceiling, thinking chaotically about many things, and didn’t realize when she drifted off to sleep.

If it were a dream, she wished to sink into it every night...

——

Agunara returned to his room, cursing Lorde’s ancestors up to eighteen generations, yet still couldn’t quench the hatred in his heart.

Looking in the mirror at his once handsome face, now bruised and swollen, how would he face people tomorrow? How would he uphold the dignity of a prince? More importantly, he had utterly embarrassed himself in front of the Princess...

His heart harbored deep resentment toward Lorde.

"Simon," Agunara called out.

A strong man entered the room, bowing respectfully, "Prince."

"Lorde, I don’t want to see him tomorrow."

Simon furrowed his brow slightly, hesitating for a moment before explaining, "Prince, this is Queen’s territory; we should act discreetly. Moreover, Young Master Lorde... it is unwise for us to make an enemy of him." The underlying message was that this grievance must be swallowed alone.

Agunara angrily kicked over the stool beside him, his expression fierce and ruthless, "Why? I can’t swallow this anger."

"Prince, have you forgotten what the King said to you before departure? Furthermore, tonight’s incident was partially your fault. If the Queen learns of it, she likely won’t be pleased, which wouldn’t be good for our country."

Secretly looking down on this prince, lacking both intelligence and ability, only creating trouble, having no foresight or political acumen, focusing solely on women. How could such a superficial prince rise to rejuvenate the nation?

"Are you criticizing me?" Agunara glared at him coldly.

Simon lowered his head, "I dare not, but I always remember the King’s orders to be responsible for the Prince’s actions. I hope the Prince won’t betray the King’s trust."

His words left Agunara with anger he couldn’t vent.

This Simon was assigned to him by the father King, ostensibly as a bodyguard, but truly to monitor him, supposedly for his own good, yet showing the King’s lack of trust.

"I acted impulsively; you can leave now."

After Simon left, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Agunara’s eyes as he secretly clenched his fist.

This grudge, he must avenge it at any cost, but he couldn’t let Simon know, otherwise, he would certainly bring up that rhetoric again.

He had to think carefully about how to get rid of Lorde and marry the Princess... Besides Lorde, there was also Neo eyeing with hostility; this person was not to be underestimated.

Borrowing a knife to kill someone.

Being able to get rid of Lorde, clear himself, and have no one compete with him for the Princess, wouldn’t that be killing three birds with one stone?

He almost wanted to applaud his own cleverness, but he had to carefully think about the design to ensure everything went off without a hitch.

With a mind full of schemes, Agunara went to sleep, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly sensed something amiss, a strong sixth sense made him open his eyes instantly.

In the pitch-black night, only a pair of crimson orbs appeared like two burning fires, so clear in the darkness—they were eyes, a pair of eyes staring straight at him.

So eerie that it made one’s hair stand on end.

Fear was like an invisible giant hand, clutching his throat.

As he realized and opened his mouth to call for help, a finger pressed on his chest, instantly stopping his shout from escaping his mouth.

He suddenly felt unable to move, the vast dark night, he noticed those crimson eyes rolling with intense flames, like the roar of a ferocious beast, with a fierce intent to kill.

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted instantly.

The scorching flames in the eyes slowly faded away, returning to a still darkness, disdainfully glancing at the unconscious man on the large bed, a hand raised over his head, a burst of red light emanated from his fingers, flowing towards Agunara’s head.

Agunara’s limbs twitched a bit, then went still.

Yan Song withdrew his hand, sneering coldly; if it weren’t for still having use for him, he would’ve dealt with him long ago, but he couldn’t let him go just like that, so let him suffer endless torment in his dreams, to empathize and be in so much pain that he couldn’t wish for death.

It’s just collecting a bit of interest for now.

Simon, guarding the door, heard the commotion and knocked, cautiously asking: "Prince?"

He was afraid this Prince might do something foolish again.

Not hearing a response, cautiously, he opened the door to take a look.

The room was pitch black, under a thread of moonlight, he vaguely saw someone lying on the large bed, the outline was presumably that of the Prince, sleeping soundly.

Simon breathed a sigh of relief, then closed the door and left.

The so-called Fire Cloud Dragon is actually a powerful ancient force, now this power and his body have become one, his body must undergo a thousand times of refining to integrate with this power, each time enduring inhuman pain, after forty-nine days, he can truly merge with this power.

Relying on the heart technique taught by Elder Xing, he is gradually and securely controlling this power, midnight is the best time for cultivation, it must not be interrupted.

Sitting cross-legged on the roof of the palace, Yan Song slowly withdrew his hand, waiting for the true qi to travel back to the dantian, looked up at the moon in the sky, and lay back down, with one arm under his neck.

Savoring, that kiss.

He couldn’t help but curl his lips, his eyes gentle.

Yun Ya, just wait for me a bit longer.

At this time, the sound of neatly uniform footsteps rang from a distant square, Yan Song got up and looked, it turned out to be a guard shift change; from his observation, although the island seemed to have lax guards, in reality, there was a significant hidden force, just this five-story palace alone was secretly protected by unknown forces, if not for possessing the power of the Fire Cloud Dragon and being able to become invisible, he wouldn’t have been able to infiltrate this palace.

Yan Song’s eyes became somber, the Queen was even scarier than he had imagined; he had thought of breaking into her room and subduing her with his Divine Power, although risky, it was also the best current method.

But he couldn’t do that; first, he wasn’t clear about her true strength, secondly... the Queen had done so many worse than beastly things to Yun Ya, how could he let her off so easily? He wanted to dismantle her power bit by bit, turning all she was proud of into bubbles, this was the deepest blow he could give her.

Everything he did, how could it compare to one-thousandth of what she did to Yun Ya?

Yan Song suddenly furrowed his brow, as if sensing telepathically, he seemed to perceive... Yun Ya’s pain at that moment.

Not good... In a flash, he vanished into the darkness.

In the latter half of the night, Yun Ya indeed had a high fever again, muttering incoherently, Xiao Nan knew the Princess wasn’t well, often having high fevers at night, so she was very attentive during her night watch, immediately realizing the Princess was feverish, she woke up Ah Hua, asking her to get Zhang Huasheng.

Ah Hua rubbed her sleepy eyes and stumbled to knock on Zhang Huasheng’s door.