The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 290: It's obvious at a glance, he had just been favored.
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhan's heart skipped a beat, and a startlingly lewd look surged in his eyes.

But when faced with his cousin's invitation, he was torn between his own desires and his conscience.

He had never been so troubled by even the most difficult cases.

But faced with this situation, he hesitated.

After Zhiwan finished speaking, she buried her face in his chest, but for a long time she didn't hear her cousin speak or make any move.

Feeling uneasy, she couldn't help but look up at her cousin.

The man lay there, his handsome face devoid of any joy, instead appearing profound and enigmatic.

Zhiwan's heart sank.

Does your cousin think she's too casual?

She knew that, as a woman, it was incredibly unladylike of her to say such things.

But having already spoken, she had no regrets and would not back down.

She clutched her cousin's collar and whispered, "Don't you want me, cousin?"

Lu Zhan snapped out of his daze, looked at his cousin's unbelievably beautiful face, and a wry smile appeared on his handsome face.

How could he not want his cousin?
He'd wanted it for a long time.

Every time he saw his cousin's charming and beautiful appearance, it was a test of his self-control.

Especially when he was with his cousin in private, he almost lost control several times. In his heart, he wanted to disregard etiquette and doctrines and completely make his cousin his own.

But the etiquette he learned from childhood wouldn't allow him to do anything inappropriate.

He especially loved his cousin and didn't want to wrong her.

He wanted to save the beauty of his cousin's first time for their wedding night.

But right now, his cousin's somewhat aggrieved words shattered all his persistence and self-control.

He didn't speak, but pressed the girl's head down and kissed her lips in a domineering yet tender way.

"No regrets?"

"No regrets." Although somewhat ashamed, Zhiwan shook her head firmly.

Lu Zhan's last shred of reason vanished as the girl finished speaking.

He rolled over and pinned the girl beneath him.

In the dim light of the curtains, the man peeled off Zhiwan's wedding dress piece by piece.

When her fair and beautiful back was exposed to the air, the man's burning chest pressed against it.

For some unknown reason, thunder suddenly roared in the sky, followed by a torrential downpour.

The heavy, rapid raindrops pounded on the roof and window frames, masking the sounds inside that made one blush and their heart race. Occasionally, a woman's sob would be drowned out by the sound of the rain.

The sudden downpour lasted all afternoon, only stopping in the evening.

In the side room, Shuang'er slept soundly.

Since the prince arrived in the afternoon, she had wisely retreated to the side room.

As the young lady's personal maid, she was quite perceptive.

Because every time the young master came to visit the young lady, he would stay in her room for quite a while.

Every time the prince left, when she went in to serve the young lady, the young lady's face would always be flushed.

Although she had never experienced matters between men and women, the servants would often tell bawdy jokes, so she had picked up some basic knowledge from what she heard.

Every time the young master leaves the young lady's room, her face is always flushed with desire; she must have been taken advantage of by him.

But she didn't know the extent of the bullying.

However, the young master has always been respectful of etiquette and rules, and is very sensible. He would never do anything inappropriate to the young lady before the marriage.

Therefore, when the young master came to see Miss, she and Nurse Chen avoided him without worry.

Seeing that the rain had stopped outside, and thinking that the young master should have already left, she put on her clothes and went to the young lady's room.

However, when she went outside, she found the door tightly closed and no servants guarding the courtyard.

It seems the rain was too heavy just now, and it was not safe for people to stand under the eaves, so the servants went to take shelter from the rain.

She didn't take it seriously, but seeing that the door was tightly closed, she became a little worried about her mistress and raised her hand to knock on the door.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Inside the room, Zhiwan lay on the bed, her body weak and drenched in sweat.

Although her cousin helped her change into clean clothes before leaving, her eyes were still moist and her body was soft; it was clear at a glance that she had just been intimate.

Thinking of the pleasure she had endured that afternoon, Zhiwan bit her lip lightly. Although she felt ashamed, the fact that she had completely become her cousin's woman made her uneasy heart feel much more at ease.

She was already engaged to her cousin, so she didn't regret having premarital sex with him.

At that moment, she heard Shuang'er knocking on the door and suddenly came back to her senses.

Fearing that the maid would notice something amiss, she quickly lowered the curtains again and looked around the bed.

The bed was now clean and tidy, and my cousin had changed the dirty sheets and taken them away.

Once she was sure everything was alright, she said, "Come in."

However, as soon as she spoke, she realized that her voice was extremely hoarse.

She was startled by her own voice.

It must be because she cried so hard when her cousin bullied her that afternoon.

Thinking about the scene of her spending time with her cousin that afternoon, her face turned red again.

Shuang'er pushed open the door and came in.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Zhiwan composed herself and said, "I'm fine."

"But your voice is so hoarse," Shuang'er said, still somewhat worried.

"It's alright, it's probably just... a bit of a sore throat. Can you make me a cup of honey water to soothe my throat?" Zhiwan said, trying to remain calm.

Shuang'er, as expected, didn't notice anything amiss, replied "Yes," and turned to leave.

A moment later, she brought in a glass of honey water.

Zhiwan's hand reached out from inside the tent. "Give it to me."

Shuang'er handed her the water.

After drinking the Zhiwan tea, I felt much better in my throat.

Seeing that she was hiding in the tent and not coming out, Shuang'er thought she was sick. "Is Miss not feeling well?"

"My body is a little sore, I'll rest for a while," Zhiwan said.

Shuang'er, unsuspecting, took the water glass.

As they were about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "When did the young master leave?"

“They left after the rain stopped,” Zhiwan said.

Shuang'er didn't ask any more questions.

Zhiwan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

……

Dingguo Gongfu.

Lu Zhan had just finished bathing and came out of the bathroom when he heard his mother's voice coming over.

Is the Crown Prince inside?

"Yes," the servant replied.

"Ah Zhan," Madam Wei called out, then pushed open the door and came in.

When she saw her son's long hair was disheveled, with water droplets still dripping from the ends, as if he had just taken a shower, she was taken aback. "You're wet?"

"Yes, I got a little rained on the way back," Lu Zhan said calmly. "My mother wanted to see me, is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing. I was just thinking that you've been leaving early and coming home late these days and haven't been eating properly, so I specially asked the kitchen to make you a pot of ginseng chicken soup."

"Drink it while it's hot," said Madam Wei, taking a bowl of soup from the food box and placing it on the table in front of her son.

"Thank you, Mother." Lu Zhan put down the towel he was using to dry his hair, picked up the bowl, and took a sip.

As a result, I almost threw up after just one sip.

He looked at the soup in the bowl, then at his mother, and asked, "I wonder how much ginseng you put in, Mother?"

"Not many, just two." Mrs. Wei held up two fingers.

Lu Zhan: "..."

"Don't complain about the bitterness, drink it quickly," Madam Wei urged, secretly thinking about having a grandson. Her son was so thin, he needed to eat more so that she could have a grandson soon.

Lu Zhan's temple throbbed; he wanted to refuse, but under his mother's watchful eye, he finally forced himself to finish the ginseng soup.

Seeing that the bowl was empty, Madam Wei was very satisfied.

Before leaving, I noticed a bulging bundle on the table and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's this?"