CHAPTER 438: 240. PRINCESS’S SELF-SUFFICIENCY

Xia Yuansi returned to her room, clutching "Journey to the West" to her chest, her heart racing, as images of what she had seen kept flashing through her mind.

She was not a naive girl who knew nothing about the matters between men and women.

The princes and princesses in the palace were enlightened about these matters from a very young age.

This was something that families of high status placed great value on.

Princes would have maid-servants accompany them from a young age, with these servants guiding them through everything hand in hand.

It wasn’t just the princes and princesses; any child from a family of status in the Great Yan Dynasty would receive such an education.

After all, the princes’ legitimate wives were mostly daughters from other prominent families, and if they were clueless on their wedding night, they would only invite ridicule.

The princes could have maid-servants; naturally, it wasn’t possible for princesses to be assigned similar companions.

But they would also receive hand-in-hand education from nannies.

To let the princesses understand what physical love is between a man and a woman.

What normal biological needs are.

In the purely ancient times, this was taught through erotic paintings for the princesses to learn about these things.

However, the Great Yan Dynasty was established atop a developed civilization beneath a crumbling society, rebuilding a feudal slave dynasty.

Though it was a feudal slave dynasty, the social system was such, but technological advancement had reached an innovative point.

Despite the apocalypse destroying some human civilization technology, enough was left behind for others to study after rebuilding the current nation.

Be it technological prowess or openness, it is multiple times beyond the purely ancient feudal slave dynasties.

Under the guidance of nannies, Xia Yuansi had watched the most pure instructional videos.

Understanding some things within.

Moreover, this wasn’t truly ancient feudal times; some aspects of the post-apocalyptic world were even more open than the civilized world.

It was impossible for a princess to have a visible companion.

But should you want to try it privately, keeping a male favorite as a lover was quite easy.

At least Xia Yuansi knew some of her sisters had them.

Some were their little eunuchs; some were their personal guards.

Humans are the only creatures with positive mating experiences.

In nature, other creatures, even mutated ones in the apocalypse, endure agony during mating.

It is merely nature’s call for reproduction that urges creatures to mate.

Humans alone seek stimulation for the sake of positive feedback.

So what if you are a princess? Even a princess can face moral collapse under apocalyptic times.

People of true status and position would never be constrained by societal moral codes, instead indulging even more.

As for who they would marry through alliances.

No one would care if those few plum blossoms on the sheets ever bloomed.

It’s all about the interests that surge behind you.

Xia Yuansi’s mind was a tangled mess; she did not understand why she thought of these things.

Initially, she wasn’t interested in these matters.

In the Imperial Palace, her sisters often gathered and unrestrainedly talked about how they kept their male lovers.

They even occasionally exchanged experiences for fun.

She wasn’t interested in it.

Instead of her sisters’ carnal desires, she preferred spending her time with a novel or a folk opera.

Kicking shuttlecocks, playing ball with maids who weren’t much older than her.

She remembered a royal sister saying she was unopened, and that sister lent her the sister’s favorite male lover for two days.

She wasn’t the least bit interested.

She thought such matters were pointless, dirty, involving baths, tiring and troublesome.

Instead, she found chess matches and kicking shuttlecocks more appealing.

But why, after coming to this villa, was there an unbearable restlessness?

Could it be because the hormones secreted by men and women in this villa were too overwhelming?

Especially under Chen Che’s intentional or unintentional actions, several intimate interactions made Xia Yuansi find it hard to extract herself.

Closing her eyes, the scenes she had just seen replayed incessantly in her mind.

Clearly, it was the same repeated actions.

Why was it so unforgettable?

Xia Yuansi slowly opened her eyes, with crystal drool staining her pink lips, a layer of thick mist sketching in her beautiful gaze.

She felt she might indeed need a male lover.

...

The next day.

Chen Che sat up, during breakfast, the Little Princess, who usually woke up first, was yet unseen today.

Chen Che personally went to knock on the door, muttering to himself, hopefully the Blood Archbishop hasn’t used some trick in the middle of the night to capture the soul of this Little Princess.

He arrived at the door, only to find it wide open.

Without giving it much thought, he pushed the door open and entered.

Then he met eyes with Xia Yuansi who was flushed red, her gaze dreamy and distant.

Xia Yuansi slightly parted her pink lips, her eyes instantly waking from dreaminess to shock.

Chen Che glanced at the spot where her little hand rested, rubbed his chin, and said, "Uh, it’s okay, you go ahead, just remember to come down for dinner later."

After Chen Che finished speaking, he stepped back and closed the door.

Xia Yuansi’s gaze trembled, the shame almost overwhelming her.

Just then, the door opened again.

Chen Che poked his head in and said.

"Oh, right. Remember to close the door next time."

It was only then that Xia Yuansi came to her senses, fiercely yanking the thin blanket over herself, gritting her teeth, about to explode, when the door opened again, and Chen Che poked his head in kindly reminding her: "Hey, right.

Nana has some tools.

She doesn’t use them anymore.

You could borrow them from her; it’s better than using bare hands."

As the pillow flew across the room, Chen Che quickly closed the door and left, a wicked victorious smile hanging on his lips.

Needless to say, the Little Princess inside the room now desperately wanted to find a hole to bury herself in, probably wishing she could kill him.

Bad men make women love.

This Little Princess won’t stay long.

Honestly, a girl like Xia Yuansi, with such enchanting curves and youthful beauty, is exactly Chen Che’s type.

Some men prefer mature women, seeing them as the ultimate truth of life.

They’re like accounts already leveled to the max; you just need to tweak the controls to enjoy the game.

Chen Che also likes these seasoned accounts, as they’re easy and comfortable to play.

But he especially enjoys nurturing a high-quality new account step by step into a top-notch seasoned account; it brings him more fulfillment.

Just like how he raised the pure and lovely Nana into a long-legged, insightful, gentle, man-understanding mature woman.

Perfectly savoring every stage.

If he could have a taste of this Little Princess before she leaves, it’d be delightful to sample something new.

First things first, he needs to leave an unforgettable mark on the Little Princess’s heart.

What’s more embarrassing than social demise?

Upon seeing Chen Che coming downstairs without bringing Xia Yuansi down, combined with the mischievous smile on his lips, Xia Na, familiar with Chen Che’s tricks, instantly knew he had pulled something naughty again, immediately asked, "What did you do to her? Hey, tone it down. This Little Princess, who hasn’t experienced the world’s wickedness, can’t handle being played like this by you. Who do you think you’re dealing with, me?"

Chen Che innocently replied, "It wasn’t me initiating this.

Our Little Princess woke up in high spirits this morning.

When caught red-handed, it was purely coincidental.

What could I do?"

Xia Na raised a middle finger: "If you say it wasn’t intentional, I’ll never believe you."

"Believe it or not!"

Observing their bickering, An Nishang merely smiled faintly, calmly cutting her steak and savoring it with her all-encompassing red lips.

Yet when she glanced at the message from the pager, a subtle emotion flashed in the depths of her scarlet eyes.

...

Xia Yuansi wished she could jump off the floor right then.

But upon reconsideration, she felt dragging Chen Che down with her would be much better.

She was resolved, rushing downstairs to the kitchen without a word, picking up the kitchen knife ready to kill this scoundrel, then slicing her own throat.

Once she’d psyched herself up and reached the living room, everyone was gone, leaving breakfast covered in a thermal lid on the table and a thoughtful note.

[Dear Princess, your breakfast is here for you. We’ve all gone out. Rest assured, the villa is safe.

And we’re all adults; I understand.

Don’t feel shy.

Of course, if Princess feels something’s missing, I’m willing to lend a hand for your happiness.

If Princess is shy, and speaking directly is awkward, tonight just don’t lock the door.

(An illustrated considerate smile)]

"Chen Che! You ####!"

The Little Princess cursed in rage.

Who needs his help?

Why can’t she rely on her own hands?