The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 250 Jiang Jinshuang, I've already learned it.

Jiang Jinshuang is satisfied with the current situation, Jiang Huayan is satisfied, and even Crown Prince Jiang Biechen and the Empress Dowager should be extremely satisfied.

—What's there to worry about?
Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang chuckled lightly: "Pei Du, am I drunk, or are you drunk?"

He looked Pei Du up and down.

"Imperial decrees are not to be trifled with. Does Lord Pei really think that a few words from you can make His Majesty retract his order?"

After a pause, Jiang Jinshuang scoffed coldly: "Besides, Pei Du, when did I ever ask you to do this?"

"This marriage agreement was requested by me from the Emperor, so why should I take it back because of you?"

Pei Du's voice was hoarse as his gaze fell on the slightly dim red kite at the girl's waist.

"Jiang Jinshuang, you're drunk."

That's all he said.

Jiang Jinshuang pursed her lips: "Lord Pei, although I am drunk, I am very clear about what I am doing."

She looked up at Pei Du and said, word by word, "I will marry Lin Qingyan, and from then on, Lin Qingyan will live in my princess residence."

"I will prepare medicinal meals for him to nourish his body, and I will also prepare the best writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones for him."

"I will elevate him to the court, to a high position, even one that will make him stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

"If I can raise one Grand Secretary, I can raise a second one—hmm!"

He then completely swallowed up all the words that followed.

A buzzing sound came from my ears.

Jiang Jinshuang felt a darkness before her eyes, her whole body felt light and airy from the alcohol, and all her support was on his body.

He pressed on her waist.

Tighten it up bit by bit, inch by inch.

Like a block of ice that never melts, yet stubbornly wanting her to melt him.

He pressed his hand on a spot on her waist, and Jiang Jinshuang's legs went weak, causing her to collapse onto him.

The crisp sandalwood scent seemed to engulf and overwhelm her. He held her waist and pressed her against the palace wall.

The pristine red walls intertwined with her red dress. Jiang Jinshuang was drunk and sluggish, but she could still hear the footsteps coming and going in the distance.

There were quite a few palace servants coming and going here. Her entire body was covered by the man, and the sound of the wind and footsteps around her became clearer and clearer.

“Plop, plop—”

A deafening heartbeat.

She felt weak all over.

She didn't even know if Pei Du had practiced during the three years she was gone, kissing her so much that she couldn't concentrate.

Three years ago, this bastard was still quite unfamiliar with sex.

At that time, when he was on top of her, he relied more on anger and brute force.

Now, just a long, lingering kiss has stirred her thoughts.

For some reason, Jiang Jinshuang recalled that after the incident that night, she left the word "Terrible" on the table out of anger, and under the cover of night, she accepted the imperial decree and left the capital.

—At that moment, she was thinking to herself, "That bastard Pei Du deserves to die alone!"
Pei Du was aware that she was curious about matters of the bedroom.

After all, she had never hidden this fact; in his bedchamber, she openly read "little picture books" with a book cover on.

Jiang Jinshuang once looked at him with curiosity and excitement as he practiced calligraphy and reading, her expression bright: "Pei Du, shall we try this painting?"

At these times, Pei Du's face would turn as red as a boiled shrimp, and he would stiffly move away.

"No." He replied decisively.

Jiang Jinshuang would pout unhappily, then admire the painting for a while, pointing to the little figure in the painting, and say seriously, "But this painting looks very interesting."

She viewed this matter with openness, even bordering on being eager to learn.

Pei Du frowned, glanced at the painting briefly, then abruptly turned his head away, saying in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, this is just a painting."

Jiang Jinshuang retorted unhappily, "Nonsense! The person who drew this picture said it's learnable!"

Pei Du's Adam's apple bobbed.

He still wouldn't look at her, his head bowed, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he stared at the disjointed lines he'd written. "It will hurt."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang thought he was joking, and pointed to the painting with a smile, explaining it to him very "patiently".

"How could that be? Look, although it looks a bit complicated, it's not at the point where it could cause injury, is it?"

"Hahaha, if this position can cause injury, then how big must a man's thing be—"

It's so long...

Jiang Jinshuang didn't say what came next.

The smile on her face vanished, as if she had just realized something. Jiang Jinshuang's eyes widened as she looked at Pei Du, who was sitting upright on the futon.

“Pei... Pei Du, you…”

"Jiang Jinshuang, be quiet."

In fact, Jiang Jinshuang had always harbored doubts about this matter.

Men generally have a sense of self-respect, so even if Pei Du said that, there was probably an exaggeration involved.

until that night.

Jiang Jinshuang even felt that Pei Du had toned down his behavior.

Later, Jiang Jinshuang even had time to think about it.

If she were to actually follow the drawing, she might really get hurt.

When Jiang Jinshuang was drunk, her thoughts would always wander far away. So much so that when she came to her senses again, the man had one hand on her jade belt and was leading her hand to grab the flower branch at her waist.

The fiery red kite was taken from her waist, and Pei Du, holding her hand, inserted the flower branch into his hair crown.

"Jiang Jinshuang, is this a gift?"

Their lips parted, and he asked her in a trembling voice.

"Pei Du is just a flower."

It was just a red-tailed kite.

Back in Baiyujing, the red-tailed kites would bloom so profusely that the trees would be covered in blossoms, and even when the flowers fell to the ground, people often couldn't collect them all.

—It's just a flower.

It doesn't mean anything.

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, coming from the top of her head, clear yet muffled.

"Jiang Jinshuang, he is not as good as me."

"He is not as talented as me, nor is he as good-looking or from a better family."

This seemed to be his trump card, his belief that she liked him.

She took his hand and ran it across the top of his head, her fingertips tracing his eye sockets and long eyelashes, his high nose bridge and thin, cool lips.

The man had a smooth profile and well-defined features.

He said, "Jiang Jinshuang, he is not as good as me."

Once upon a time, Jiang Jinshuang also questioned unhappily: "Pei Du, in this world, those with beautiful appearances cannot compare to my power, and those in high positions may not necessarily be as beautiful as me."

"Even if you have both, no one will love you more than me, Pei Du. I am the most suitable person for you."

What did he say back then?

Oh, right.

He said, "Your Highness, admiration is not about weighing pros and cons, and there is no need to compare."

But now he says that Jiang Jinshuang is not as good as me.

That hand, still guiding her, slowly moved downwards.

Until it brushed past his jade belt, until it stopped at a certain place.

Only then did Jiang Jinshuang realize where her hand was resting.

“And another thing,” the man said in a low voice, as if in submission or compromise, his head resting on her shoulder, “Jiang Jinshuang, I’ve learned it.”