The Crown Princess Is Jealous Again - Chapter 69
She was so tempting—who could possibly resist? Xiao Beitang pulled her into her arms in one swift motion.
Mustered with courage, Xiao Beitang stepped forward, seized her hands, and kissed her hard and fiercely.
Song Qingqian’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her unease written all over her face. She passively accepted the kiss, stunned.
Xiao Beitang released her hands and gazed at her tenderly.
“Xiao Beitang…” Song Qingqian’s breath was erratic, her eyes dazed and unfocused as they met hers.
This was the face that had haunted her in countless fevered dreams—now right before her. How could she possibly refuse?
“May I exercise my right?” Xiao Beitang asked softly, her gaze dropping to Song Qingqian’s delicate neck.
The room was filled with a soul-stirring mix of orchid fragrance and the rich aroma of oolong tea, a scent so intoxicating it could make anyone lose themselves.
Flushed, Song Qingqian gave a small nod.
Xiao Beitang immediately moved closer, like a dog leaping to nuzzle its beloved.
Song Qingqian, regaining a shred of rationality, pushed her away. “Don’t mark me—and no children…”
“Alright~” Xiao Beitang answered with a smile.
Tentatively, Song Qingqian wrapped her arms around Xiao Beitang’s neck, unable to resist leaning in to inhale the faint scent of oolong tea wafting from the back of her neck. Her heart pounded.
Xiao Beitang gently laid Song Qingqian down on the bed, her eyes full of tenderness. A delicate blush bloomed across Song Qingqian’s pale cheeks, and the seductive scent grew more intense, intoxicating.
Suppressing the desire roaring inside, Xiao Beitang carefully undressed her.
She wasn’t in a rush—she gently, reverently knocked at the door to her heart.
Just one touch—Song Qingqian’s last shred of resistance snapped.
A wave of discomfort brought her back to awareness.
Xiao Beitang was tightly wrapped around her… and she was the one still fully conscious.
Xiao Beitang paused for a moment, waiting for her to adjust.
As things progressed, soft moans escaped Song Qingqian’s throat.
Her delicate peaks quivered, her blushing face like a blooming flower.
Outside, thick snowflakes fell again. But inside, the brazier glowed, filling the room with warmth. It felt like the height of spring.
The oil lamp crackled softly.
Xiao Beitang’s hand brushed lightly over her gland.
Song Qingqian tensed up instantly.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t mark you,” Xiao Beitang whispered gently. “Just relax…”
“Qianqian…” she called out, deeply and softly…
…
Eventually, Xiao Beitang retreated and withdrew her advances.
She gently stroked Song Qingqian’s back to soothe her, placing a light kiss on her forehead.
Still immersed in the afterglow, Song Qingqian drifted off into a deep sleep. As her breathing grew slow and steady, Xiao Beitang turned her face toward her, watching.
She tapped the tip of her nose gently, then kissed her forehead once more.
This was a side of Song Qingqian she had never seen—so tender and mesmerizing, like flowing water. That initiative, that surrender—even if driven by instinct—it still made her feel deeply satisfied.
Xiao Beitang watched her in a daze for a long while.
Why wasn’t she sleepy at all? Watching her like this all night… felt like enough.
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The next morning, Xiao Beitang rose quietly, lifting the covers with care and asking Liuzi to prepare some food.
The snow outside had stopped, blanketing the courtyard in silver. Fluffy white snow covered everything like a soft quilt. Wrapped in a fox fur cloak, Xiao Beitang stood by the doorway for a moment, admiring the scene.
When she returned to the bed, a chill followed her in. Song Qingqian stirred and curled up slightly, slowly opening her eyes.
Xiao Beitang lay on her side, supporting her head with one hand, smiling gently. “Did I wake you?”
Song Qingqian shook her head and tugged the blanket up to cover herself tightly.
She turned her face away, avoiding Xiao Beitang’s gaze. A shy blush tinted her cheeks. She reached out for her inner garments but hesitated, reluctant to expose herself. Her movements were awkward and restrained.
“What are you looking for?” Xiao Beitang chuckled.
“My underclothes.”
Normally so composed and dignified—and yet now, so shy. It was utterly endearing.
Xiao Beitang felt as though she were filled with sweet honey. The smile on her face hadn’t faded in the slightest. She sat up and passed the sleeping robe from the other side of the bed to her.
Song Qingqian accepted it, hesitated a moment, and then said, “Could Your Highness… turn around, please?”
Xiao Beitang paused, then obediently turned her back with a grin.
After everything last night… what’s the point of modesty now?
Song Qingqian got out of bed, picked up the fox fur that had been tossed to the floor, and draped it around herself before heading out.
Xiao Beitang also jumped up, throwing on her robe and following barefoot.
“Why is Your Highness following me?” Song Qingqian frowned, her tone a little sharp.
Why did she become so different the moment she got dressed again…?
Xiao Beitang flinched slightly, nervous. “I… I had some food prepared. Would you… like some?”
“I have matters to attend to. Please, go ahead without me,” Song Qingqian replied coolly.
“I’ll wait for you here then,” Xiao Beitang said earnestly.
Once she was sure Xiao Beitang hadn’t followed her, Song Qingqian returned to the west wing.
Xiaotao and Baixue exchanged glances, curiosity flashing in their eyes before they quickly looked away.
After a moment of silent contemplation, Song Qingqian rubbed her forehead and instructed, “Xiaotao, go to the Imperial Medical Bureau and ask Doctor Zhang for some contraceptive medicine.”
Xiaotao paused in surprise before nodding and hurrying off.
She returned not long after, dejected and empty-handed.
With a pout, Xiaotao reported, “Doctor Zhang said… consorts aren’t allowed to take contraceptives without permission… He refused to give me any.”
Song Qingqian had forgotten—she was now the Crown Princess Consort. After sharing the bed, whether or not to bear children was Xiao Beitang’s decision.
She understood Doctor Zhang’s position. Still, it was too late to seek help outside the palace now.
Letting out a silent sigh, Song Qingqian rose to find Xiao Beitang.
Xiao Beitang looked disheartened. “Contraceptives are harmful to your health… you’re already prone to cold ailments…”
“Your Highness—did you forget what you promised me?” Song Qingqian’s expression darkened.
“I…” It wasn’t that Xiao Beitang wanted to use a mark or child to tie her down. She simply didn’t want her to take anything harmful. But without contraceptives… pregnancy was a real risk. Everything had been left inside…
Still, Xiao Beitang had someone deliver the medicine—both types: for alphas and omegas. If she didn’t want children, then she wouldn’t have them.
Without hesitation, Song Qingqian swallowed the pills. Xiao Beitang, watching, felt a pang of disappointment flash in her eyes. She forced a smile.
Then she took a black pill the size of a coin, broke it into pieces, and swallowed it in parts. She hated taking medicine—usually chose to tough things out even when sick.
Song Qingqian watched her in confusion. “What are you taking?”
“Contraceptives,” Xiao Beitang replied with a smile.
Song Qingqian’s eyes widened in surprise. She stared at her, stunned. It was rare for alphas to take that, let alone a Crown Princess. Medicine was, after all, still poison in small doses…
Xiao Beitang smiled. “This will work for a few days. So later, if anything happens again, you won’t need to take it.”
“I’m not prone to cold ailments!” she blurted out clumsily.
Song Qingqian fell into silence. Her heart felt strangely bitter.
“Your Highness,” she finally said, her tone stern like the teacher she once was, “no matter who it’s for in the future, you must not do this again. Your body carries the burden of the nation. You must take better care of yourself.”
Xiao Beitang nodded obediently.
Then she called for food to be brought in and lovingly prepared the dishes for her. After all the exertion from last night, she must be hungry.
For the next two days, Song Qingqian stayed in the bedchamber with Xiao Beitang, indulging in their passion—until her heat cycle finally ended.