Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

The hustle and bustle on the long street suddenly ceased.

"Madam Chu."

Ji Lingxiao's personal guard, Mo Ying, blocked Jiang Yining's path: "My master invites you in."

Jiang Yining's heart sank slightly.

Chu Sikong, standing beside her, seemed to sense the imposing aura and instinctively tightened his grip on Jiang Yining's hand: "Wife... who is it?"

"Don't be afraid."

Jiang Yining patted his hand reassuringly: "Please trouble Guard Mo to report back to the Grand Secretary. I am currently accompanying my husband shopping and I am afraid it would be inconvenient to disturb you while you are handling official business."

"The master said," Mo Ying's voice was cold and hard as iron, "that it concerns the follow-up to the Chu family case, and some details need to be inquired about from Madam Chu separately."

A naked threat.

Jiang Yining took a deep breath and felt the slight tremor of her fingertips inside her sleeve.

"Since it is official business, I naturally dare not refuse."

Jiang Yining turned around, stuffed the pastry bag in her hand into Chu Sikong's arms, and said softly, "You go back to the manor with Old Zhao first, I will be there soon."

Chu Sikong held onto her sleeve tightly and refused to let go, but Jiang Yining eventually persuaded him to leave.

"Then come back soon, my wife. I...I'll wait for you."

After comforting Chu Sikong, Jiang Yining turned and got into the carriage.

As soon as we got on the carriage, it started moving.

The carriage was surprisingly spacious, covered with thick, snow-white fox fur, with a small mahogany table in the center and a pot of wine still warming.

Ji Lingxiao leaned back on the soft couch, holding a jade porcelain wine cup in his hand. The purple and gold official robe he wore made him exude an aloofness and nobility that kept people at a distance.

Hearing the noise, he gently stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, his expression inscrutable.

"My lord, you summoned me here. What do you wish to ask me?"

Jiang Yining knelt down in the position furthest away from him.

Ji Lingxiao finally raised his head.

In those narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, a dark fire was surging within, ready to devour the hypocritical woman before him.

"Madam Chu is certainly in high spirits."

He chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "You just climbed into my bed, begging me to save your entire Chu family, and the next day you're openly cuddling and flirting with your brother-in-law in the street."

"Your heart is truly more murky than the water of this moat."

Jiang Yining met his aggressive gaze. Although she was flustered inside, she still tried to remain calm on the surface.

"Sir, be careful what you say."

She straightened her back, her slender, jade-like neck appearing particularly fragile in the dimly lit carriage: "Sikong is blind, it is my duty to take care of him."

"Moreover... I am now married into two families, so in name, he is also my husband."

"It's a wife's duty to take care of her husband; what's wrong with that?"

"Husband?"

These two words were like a spark falling into an oil drum, igniting Ji Lingxiao's anger that had been suppressed all day.

"Clang!"

He slammed the wine glass down heavily on the small table, splashing wine everywhere.

The next instant, Jiang Yining felt a purple shadow flash before her eyes, and her wrist was gripped tightly by a large, scalding hand.

A tremendous force struck her, and she cried out in alarm as the world spun around her and she was pulled away.

"Hmm!"

She crashed heavily into an embrace as hard as iron.

The scent of cold pine mixed with a faint smell of alcohol enveloped Ji Lingxiao.

He held her slender waist with one hand like an iron clamp, and with the other hand he pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"Jiang Yining, have you forgotten how you begged for mercy that night?"

Ji Lingxiao lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, their breaths mingling in the small space, ambiguous and dangerous.

His gaze roamed brazenly over her face, from her startled doe eyes to her slightly pale red lips, his eyes growing increasingly deep and dark.

"You've got a good tongue."

He roughly stroked her lips with his fingertips, using great force, as if trying to erase the mark of another man.

"What? Did that good-for-nothing even lose his arm? And he still needs you to serve him like this?"

Jiang Yining felt a sharp pain from his pinching, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She struggled fiercely, pressing her hands against his burning chest, trying to push away this overwhelming mountain.

"Ji Lingxiao! Let me go!"

"This is in the street! As the Prime Minister, aren't you afraid of being seen behaving this way?!"

"see?"

Ji Lingxiao sneered, his madness undisguised: "Without my order, even if you scream your lungs out inside, no one will dare to take a single step closer."

"not to mention……"

He suddenly lunged forward, pinning Jiang Yining beneath him on the soft, thick fox fur.

The wide sleeves of their clothes fell down, obscuring their figures.

"I want everyone to know who you, Jiang Yining, really belong to."

Before he could finish speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

With its strong aroma of alcohol and suffocating possessiveness, it gave her no chance to breathe.

"Um... let go... um..."

Jiang Yining pounded on his shoulders desperately, but her strength, when applied to Ji Lingxiao, felt like a playful attempt to resist, which only fueled his desire to resist.

Ji Lingxiao's hand was still holding the back of her head.

The other large hand, which had been used to writing and reviewing memorials for many years, slowly moved up her side.

"Jiang Yining..."

He spoke during a break, his voice filled with a bitter, resentful rage: "Would she rather submit to a blind man, a good-for-nothing, than marry me?"

What can that blind man give you?

"Can he satisfy you like I can?"

"No... Ji Lingxiao... please..."

Tears streamed down her face, soaking the hair at her temples. She looked disheveled and pitiful, yet possessed a breathtakingly broken beauty.

"Don't?"

Ji Lingxiao looked at the woman whose face was flushed.

With her now completely submissive and bullied, where was the slightest bit of her earlier assertiveness?

"It's too late."

His Adam's apple bobbed: "This...is mine too."

"Um--!"

Jiang Yining let out a surprised gasp that was now distorted.

Outside the carriage, there was a great deal of noise.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, horses' hooves, and children playing filled the air.

The stark contrast between the two sides of the curtain made Jiang Yining so ashamed that she almost fainted.

She bit her lower lip hard, afraid of being overheard.

Under Ji Lingxiao's vicious methods, her tense body softened.

"It seems... your body is much more honest than your mouth."

A terrifying emotion surged within Ji Lingxiao's eyes.

"What? You can't even take it?"

He leaned close to her ear and blew a malicious breath.

"This is nothing, Madam Chu."

"I can't remember some of the details from that night."

"How about... we review it again today?"

"Ji Lingxiao...you bastard..."

She cried and cursed him, but her voice was soft and weak, lacking any threat; instead, it sounded more like an invitation.

Ji Lingxiao thought he could ignore it, but after witnessing that scene today...

He then realized that he wanted her whole being, her heart, to belong to him completely!

"Jiang Yining".

He looked down at her.

That usually aloof and ascetic face was now covered in sweat, with a few strands of hair hanging down, adding a touch of wildness.

"Last chance."

"Marry me."

"Break up with that blind man and become my Prime Minister's wife."

His eyes were extremely serious and obsessive.

"As long as you agree, I will protect the Chu family to the very end."

"If you dare to refuse..."

Ji Lingxiao's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I have a hundred ways to make that blind man disappear without a trace in the capital."

Jiang Yining could sense the level of danger this man was in at that moment.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside the car.

"Get out of my way! All of you, get out of my way!"

A familiar, loud voice pierced through the carriage curtain; it was Bai Ze's voice.

"Ji Lingxiao! You hypocrite! Hand over Ningning to me!"

Immediately following was the crisp sound of weapons clashing, clearly indicating that Bai Ze and Mo Ying had started fighting.

Ji Lingxiao frowned deeply, a hint of violence flashing in his eyes.

"What an annoying fly."

"Speed ​​up, don't let him catch up."

Ji Lingxiao instructed the coachman to silence her completely once again.

The carriage sped off...

Jiang Yining couldn't take it anymore and quickly compromised: "Stop the car, stop it, we can discuss everything..."

[Mother, don't stop, it's good for you...]