107: It’s The Second Prince

Once the second prince left, Ning Shu quickly packed her belongings and prepared to return to the palace. She couldn't believe that the second prince would dare to try anything within the imperial palace's confines. With Li Wen overseeing everything, even if the second prince had ten times the audacity, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly in front of him.

After all that effort, she still found herself heading back to the palace.

As Ning Shu climbed into the carriage, unease washed over her. She couldn't deny that the original host's deep-seated fear was influencing her. A sense of urgency compelled her to rush to Li Wen and shake him for the details of the peace marriage.

Originally, she had thought this task would be straightforward. However, the drama between Duan Xinghui and Er Ya paled in comparison to the political ramifications of a national peace marriage. The crux of her mission was to avoid being married off.

As Ning Shu pondered these issues, the carriage suddenly jolted to a stop, and the horse neighed in alarm. She gripped the wooden frame to steady herself, asking, "What happened?"

"P… Princess, someone seems to have taken control of the horse," the driver stammered, trembling with fear.

A bad premonition gripped Ning Shu. Biting her lip, she pushed aside the curtain and was met with the sight of a man pulling on the horse reins, forcing the animal to halt.

Ning Shu's pulse quickened as she recognized him. The second prince.

Fuck. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to suppress her turbulent emotions. Drawing her whip, she swung it toward him, but the second prince deftly dodged her attack. With a nimble leap, he landed on the horse's back, regarding her with surprise.

Ning Shu's heart sank. The second prince had evaded her strike. After all her practice, she had become proficient with the whip, quick enough to strike Duan Xinghui twice. The fact that this man could dodge her meant he was far stronger.

"You're Princess Jiahui. Why did you attack me the moment you saw me?" His sharp gaze assessed her, a glint of satisfaction lighting up his eyes.

Ning Shu trembled involuntarily at his scrutiny. The original host's body reacted with instinctive fear.

"Do you know who I am?" he continued, his voice low and slightly sultry. Instead of reassurance, it sent chills down Ning Shu's spine, like a snake slithering over her skin.

She offered a cold humph but stayed silent, swinging her whip again, worried that her voice would betray her trembling resolve.

The second prince dodged her again, narrowing his eyes as he reprimanded, "This prince is speaking to you. Why aren't you answering? Are you Princess Jiahui or not?"

Fuck! How could he be so strong? Ning Shu bit her lip, realizing she had to overcome the fear this body held towards him to fully seize control. When would she be able to suppress the original host's emotions during tasks?

Taking a deep breath, she leaped from the carriage to confront the second prince. Gritting her teeth, she channeled all her strength into swinging the whip, which whistled sharply as it sliced through the air.