What Bad Intentions can the Yandere Crown Prince have?

Chapter 458 - 450: Not Too Late—Yao Jun Side Story 3

"I like places without light, this way, I can see people, but they can’t see me—"A sudden spark of light flared up.

Li Yao was so startled that she unconsciously took a step back.

In the dimness, Yu Jun was leaning over, bringing the flame to the wick.

Soon after, the room was filled with light.

He straightened up, turned his face toward Li Yao outside the door, and smiled slightly: "Sister, are you scared?"

The word "Sister" made Li Yao’s heart tremble.

Under the yellow glow of the light, the young man’s features were bewitching, reminiscent of the "Crown Prince" in the palace, mysterious and splendid.

She was truly afraid.

Afraid of the poison in his smile, and even more afraid of the seductive allure in his brows, as if it could drag someone into an unfathomable abyss.

"Sister, you can come in and search now." He gestured invitingly with a smile.

Li Yao was already at the door, but she stiffened her neck and retorted: "When did I say I was going to search?"

He nodded: "There’s indeed no need, Sister is the only one who has ever entered Ah Wu’s quarters, it’s impossible to hide any man."

Li Yao’s face flushed: "Back then the Empress was taken to the Crown Prince Mansion? She never entered your quarters?"

Yu Jun sighed lightly and shook his head: "That was all Your Majesty’s doing. Is Sister trying to get me killed by saying that?"

Li Yao fell silent.

Yu Jun stepped slowly toward her, looking down at her from across the threshold.

His face was beautiful, making him seem much younger, but unknowingly, he had grown much taller.

Li Yao always felt pressured facing him, and now, as his gaze bore down from above, it felt even more unsettling.

She suppressed her inner reluctance and pretended to scrutinize before demanding, "What exactly did you do to Liu Sheng?"

Yu Jun chuckled softly, "Pingyang Temple is the Princess’s residence. Liu Sheng is a common man, what virtue or capability does Ah Wu have to take Liu Sheng from Pingyang Temple?"

Li Yao scoffed: "Liu Sheng wasn’t the first."

"Indeed, Liu Sheng came to my home willingly at my invitation and left on his own. As to where he’s gone, Ah Wu truly doesn’t know. Even if Sister were to ask the Empress to intervene, Ah Wu only has this one explanation," he sighed wistfully, "Has Sister grown so tired of me now? Won’t even believe me a bit?"

Li Yao avoided his eyes: "No, I don’t."

"Sister is afraid of me?"

Afraid?

Li Yao herself didn’t know. Maybe she was a little afraid...

"Is it because of Shu Family’s death?"

Li Yao was slightly dazed, recalling that dramatic evening.

She had learned that the previous emperor was assassinated, and rushed wildly to Liluo Palace, only to see him leisurely walk out.

Later, it was heard that the Shu Family, who assassinated the late emperor, had committed suicide from guilt.

Was she afraid?

Li Yao shook her head.

"Then... why does Sister always avoid me?" He leaned closer, gently caressing the side of her face with his fingers, "When you first returned to the Capital City, you spared no effort to save me, why ignore me later on?"

His voice was soft and tender, and when tinged with a sense of grievance, it could twist the listener’s heartstrings.

Li Yao couldn’t help recalling those days spent together.

The youth, pale and frail under luxurious clothing, spoke softly with her, his voice gentle and docile, with a hint of childlike attachment.

How could she have foreseen what happened later?

That day, under the setting sun, beside the peonies.

The youth, pliant as boneless, nestled at her neck, lightly sniffing, the warmth of his breath lingering, just like this moment—

"Does Sister still remember, when we were at the palace—"

As soon as Li Yao heard the word "palace," it was as if she had been shocked, she slapped his hand away with a "snap": "I’m not your sister!"

A moment of silence.

As Li Yao thought of escaping, he lightly chuckled, pulled her to him, and pressed her against the doorframe: "You’re certainly not my sister, I’ve always known that!"

Li Yao struggled and suddenly her eyes reddened.

He had always known, but she didn’t!

He knew, so he could toy with her, entice her without any burden. Did he ever consider how she felt?

"Sister—"

"I’m not your sister!"

"Is Ah Yao angry that I deceived you?" He was quick to adapt.

Li Yao turned her face away, rigidly answering: "How would I dare!"

"It’s Ah Wu’s immaturity, can Ah Yao forgive me this once?"

His tender whispers were captivating.

Li Yao bit her lip, striving not to let her years of pent-up emotions be so easily unraveled by his casual words.

"I’ve always envied Your Majesty. When he looked dangerous in his youth, he had the Tang Family’s young daughter always adoring him, and Ah Yao genuinely caring for his background. But I, I have nothing..."

His voice dipped, warm lips brushed against the skin beneath her ear.

Li Yao flinched, retreating, but collided with the palm he had long prepared.

The palm cradled her face, slowly turning it towards him.

"When I was in the palace, day and night I thought, thought of stealing someone else’s sister away..."

As if testing, he pecked lightly at the corner of her lips.

A slight tickle, stirring an unfulfilled longing deep in the heart.

"From now on, only accompany me, only call my name..."