The Ninth Princess's station was an exalted one. The only thing Yudie had that she could envy was her figure.

Ning Chen took her hand and said, smiling, "You're still young. There's room to develop yet... and the scale you're at now is already well ahead of others your age."

"And after we're married, if I caress them a lot, they'll get bigger."

The Ninth Princess's small face went crimson. She said in a low voice, "That's what the two of them said too."

Ning Chen gave a wicked smile. "Why not start now? The sooner you start, the better it works."

The Ninth Princess's small face was so red the blood was about to drip out of it. She was about to refuse when Ning Chen's mouth came down on hers.

But before their lips met, they heard Heye crying out in alarm outside. "Not that way, come back — come back!"

Ning Chen was startled. Who was she talking to?

Before he could make sense of it, there was a bang and the carriage wheel struck something.

The carriage almost went over.

Ning Chen quickly gathered the Ninth Princess into his arms and covered her.

From outside came a series of thumping impacts.

The carriage swayed and lurched from side to side, and Heye was screaming.

Ning Chen told the Ninth Princess to hold on and threw himself out.

He found Heye clutching the reins in a panic, the carriage running wide, the wheels hammering again and again against the stone steps along the roadside.

There was nothing Ning Chen could say. He took the reins, pulled lightly, and the carriage came back to the middle of the road and steadied.

"Princess, are you all right?"

Ning Chen looked back and lifted the curtain to ask.

The Ninth Princess shook her head. "I'm all right... Is Heye all right?"

"Princess, this servant is all right!"

Ning Chen let out a breath. If the Ninth Princess had been hurt, His Majesty would certainly have had the skin off him.

Ning Chen saw the Ninth Princess back to the palace,…