How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 578: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder, Truly No Lie
Shu’er’s eyes were filled with surprise; nothing made her happier than seeing the person she longed for suddenly appearing before her.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around Tang Zan’s waist.
Even through the clothes, she could feel the firm muscles of Tang Zan’s waist, and his warmth was transferred to Shu’er’s palms.
Tang Zan looked deeply into Shu’er’s eyes.
"Did you miss me?"
Shu’er smiled charmingly, "What do you think?"
Tang Zan’s smile deepened as he pressed his forehead against Shu’er’s, his voice low and pleasing.
"If you don’t say it, how would I know?"
Shu’er cupped Tang Zan’s face and planted a kiss on his lips.
"Do you know now?"
Tang Zan deepened the kiss, murmuring against Shu’er’s lips.
"I don’t know."
Shu’er reached out and touched Tang Zan’s waist belt, then lifted her head, her beautiful eyes gleaming with mischief.
Tang Zan held Shu’er’s hand and tugged at his belt, slowly loosening it.
His eyes, deep and commanding, looked steadily at Shu’er’s cheeks.
A brief parting is better than a new marriage; indeed true.
When Shu’er woke up, she admired Tang Zan a little.
As soon as she got out of bed, she found herself clean and dry, Tang Zan had already tidied her up.
Tang Zan had dressed her, his face filled with tender affection. "Come sit in front of the mirror, let me shape your eyebrows."
Shu’er had naturally excellent eyebrows, combined with her natural beauty; she usually only did skincare and applied sunscreen, yet her face remained unbelievably attractive.
Now with Tang Zan helping her draw her eyebrows, Shu’er found the experience somewhat novel.
Tang Zan’s eyes were deep, gazing at Shu’er as if the stars had fallen into his eyes from the sky.
He was so focused, so affectionate, obviously drawing Shu’er’s brows, yet with the devotion of sculpting a deity.
He painted slowly, constantly making adjustments.
When he finished, he stepped aside so Shu’er could see herself in the mirror.
"Look, does this look good?"
Honestly, Tang Zan’s drawing was decent, he followed Shu’er’s eyebrow shape.
Though not extraordinary, at least he didn’t make any mistakes.
Just then, the door swung open, and Princess Chaoyang stared at Tang Zan with evident anger.
"Brother Zan, I knew it, you had surely come to this vixen’s place again!"
After saying that, she pouted, her eyes slightly red.
As if she was suffering a great grievance.
"What’s so good about her? This vixen is so fickle!"
Shu’er raised her eyebrows at Princess Chaoyang, then walked coldly up to her.
She slapped Princess Chaoyang right across the face.
Princess Chaoyang glared, unable to believe Shu’er had actually hit her.
"Are you crazy? You dared to hit me!"
Shu’er sneered, "Yes, I hit you."
"I hope you remember your place; you’re merely a Commandery Princess, whereas I’m a Princess Consort, which gives me a higher standing than you."
"Besides, I’m War King’s Princess Consort, being with him is only right and natural, compared to someone like you throwing yourself at him, you are the vixen."
"Since no one from Prince Zhao Yang Mansion taught you manners, I will. You can mess with others; I don’t care, but if you mess with me, you deserve a slap."
"Encountering someone like me with a good temper means only a slap; those with bad temper, might take your life!"
Princess Chaoyang was struck speechless by Shu’er’s tirade, despite her thick skin.
She looked at Tang Zan with a sense of grievance, covering her face.
"Brother Zan, she hit me; can you do something about her?"
Tang Zan glanced at Shu’er, then lifted her hand to examine it, blowing on her palm since it had turned red.
"If you must hit someone, have the servants do it; see how your hand’s turned red."
Princess Chaoyang’s mouth fell open, staring dumbly at Tang Zan.
Was this still the Tang Zan she knew?
He was supposed to be cold, without any emotion.
When had he ever held someone’s hand so tenderly and worried about them hurting it by hitting someone?
Thinking about this only made her feel increasingly complex, with a growing bitterness in her heart.
She was about to speak when she saw Tang Zan turn to her, her heart skipped faster, was Brother Zan going to comfort her?
But then she heard Tang Zan speak.
"I’ve told you, don’t call me Brother Zan anymore, call me War King."
At this moment, Princess Chaoyang felt a tremendous sense of grievance.
She stomped her foot, glaring at Shu’er, filled with resentment.
"Just you wait, Shu’er; I won’t let you off easily."
Then she rushed off, with her maid and guard chasing after her.
Only halfway did she seem to realize something, then returned.
And she took up residence next door to Tang Zan and Shu’er.
One day, while Tang Zan was taking a bath, Princess Chaoyang snuck into the bathroom.
Tang Zan thought it was Shu’er and chuckled softly, "Shu’er, you’re done praying?"
When no answer came, Tang Zan, initially leaning back in the bath, opened his eyes alertly.
He looked behind him.
And saw Princess Chaoyang, her face flushed, dressed in scant, revealing clothes, these clothes worse than wearing nothing.
Princess Chaoyang shyly said, "Brother Zan, I...I came to help you wash."
Tang Zan’s expression darkened.
"Get out."
Not only did Princess Chaoyang refuse to leave, but she took another step toward Tang Zan.
"Xuan Liu!"
Xuan Liu startled and rushed inside.
Seeing the situation, his scalp tingled.
He’d always thought Princess Chaoyang was a nuisance, now feeling the same.
What was she even doing seducing the master after the master made things so clear?
Tang Zan’s voice was ice-cold, "Throw Chaoyang out for me."
Chaoyang was thrown out, along with her clothes.
Standing in the cold, dry weather for a moment, she felt like she might freeze to death.
Moreover, she faintly heard voices from ahead; being seen would be truly shameful.
As Princess Chaoyang of the Capital, she seemed destined to become a laughing stock among the nobility.
She quickly ran inside to put her clothes back on.
After Xuan Liu returned inside, Tang Zan looked cold.
"Go outside and reflect for two hours."
Xuan Liu knew he had failed and hurriedly prepared to leave.
Tang Zan said, "Don’t let the Princess Consort know about this."
Not that he didn’t trust Shu’er, but speaking of this would only add to her troubles.
No benefit would come.
Xuan Liu nodded.
Soon after, Tang Zan heard footsteps, and Xuan Liu’s voice called out "Princess Consort."
Followed by the sound of Shu’er opening the door.
Shu’er saw Tang Zan bathing, her hand brushing over the muscles on his scapula, then wrapping her arms around Tang Zan, holding his neck from behind.
"Hey, not seeing you for such a short time makes me miss you."
