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

The carriage sped along the cobblestone road, the bumps creating an atmosphere inside...

"Tell me, will you marry me or not?"

Ji Lingxiao's eyes were red as he snatched Jiang Yining's undergarment.

"Ji Lingxiao, you've gone mad..."

Jiang Yining trembled as she pushed against his chest, which was burning hot.

"I'm insane."

He chuckled softly, a chilling ruthlessness gleaming in his eyes.

"Watching you smile at that blind man and even feed him..."

"hiss--"

Jiang Yining gasped in pain.

"Jiang Yining, are you trying to drive me crazy?"

He opened his mouth, seemingly quite satisfied with the mark.

"What is it about me that makes me inferior to that good-for-nothing? Hmm?"

"Ji Lingxiao, I have my reasons... I cannot marry you..."

"A predicament?"

He stared at her with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Tell me your reasons, and I'll help you with anything!"

"You can't do it!"

Jiang Yining recalled the childish voice in her mind.

Only by defeating Chu Sikong can this impasse be broken.

She always felt that her current actions were very wrong, so she indulged Chu Sikong's advances in various ways.

We must keep this wolf in check and avoid offending anyone.

Jiang Yining timidly reached out and hooked her arm around his neck.

"grown ups……"

Her red lips parted slightly, her eyes conveying a mixture of grievance and helplessness.

"You are the Prime Minister of the country. If you were to marry a widow like me, the whole world would gossip about you."

"With my status, do I need to be beholden to others?"

His breathing became heavier, and a dark fire burned in his eyes.

"But I care!"

Jiang Yining's tears slid down at just the right moment, dripping onto the back of his hand.

"I don't want you to bear the blame for my sake. Sir... isn't it better if we just stay like this?"

She leaned in and placed a feather-light kiss on his burning Adam's apple.

Ji Lingxiao froze, then suddenly grabbed the back of her head, taking the initiative and becoming ruthless.

After an unknown amount of time, he released Jiang Yining.

Seeing her dazed and sighing expression, the fierceness in his eyes subsided slightly.

"I can do these things for you... but can he?"

Jiang Yining looked up at the man with a red nose and his hair ornament scattered on the chair. She never expected him to do such a thing for her.

So, does that mean the person who gets robbed gets to take control?

"I... I really can't leave the Chu family."

"that's all?"

He gently stroked her moist eyes with his fingertips: "Jiang Yining, do you want me to be your secret mistress?"

Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat. How could this man be so perceptive?

"You flatter me, sir. I was just..."

That's enough.

He got up, straightened his disheveled robes, and resumed his aloof and ascetic demeanor as the prime minister.

But the bobbing of his Adam's apple and the barely concealed emotion in his eyes betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

"If I don't want to get married, then I won't."

He coldly uttered a sentence, turned his head away, and refused to look at Jiang Yining again, as if looking at her for even a second would cause him to lose control once more.

"Get out of here."

Jiang Yining felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly straightened her collar, which he had loosened, and hurriedly tried to get out of the car.

"etc."

The moment my hand touched the carriage curtain, I heard his cold, emotionless voice behind me.

"Those officials who wanted to use this opportunity to impeach the Chu family have already been dealt with by my officials."

Jiang Yining turned around and saw him with his face turned to the side, looking at the street scene rushing past the window, his profile as cold and hard as a knife.

This man is two-faced.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered, then jumped off the carriage as if fleeing.

The carriage sped away without stopping for a moment.

Jiang Yining stood in front of the Chu family mansion gate, calmed her wildly beating heart, tidied her appearance, and only stepped through the gate after making sure that nothing seemed amiss.

She paused as she rounded the screen wall.

Chu Sikong stood under the old locust tree in the center of the courtyard, like a beautiful but lifeless porcelain doll.

The sky had darkened, and the setting sun cast a blood-red shadow, making his shadow very long.

He turned his head slightly when he heard her footsteps.

"My wife is back?"

"Why don't you go inside? It's windy outside..."

Jiang Yining forced a smile and walked over, wanting to take his hand as usual.

Before her hand could even touch Chu Sikong, he grabbed her wrist.

"On my wife's body..."

Chu Sikong leaned closer to her, his nostrils flaring slightly: "Such a strong smell."

Jiang Yining's heart tightened, and she subconsciously wanted to back away.

"What's that smell? Probably the smell of cooking fires from the streets..."

Chu Sikong suddenly pulled her, and she was caught off guard, falling into his arms.

Instead of catching her gently as before, he gripped her waist tightly, as if he wanted to strangle her.

"My wife, you're being naughty."

"I don't like the smell of other people on you."

"Sikong, let me explain, I just..."

No explanation needed.

Chu Sikong scooped her up in his arms and strode towards the bedroom: "Just wash it off."

"What?"

I said, wash it off.

Back in the bedroom, he kicked open the door and carried Jiang Yining into the inner bathroom.

A large bucket of hot water had been prepared there, steaming hot, with a few rose petals floating on the surface.

"Put me down! Chu Sikong!"

Jiang Yining began to feel scared. This little white rabbit who always acted pitiful was now like a different person, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

He ignored her, walked to the bathtub, and without even taking off his clothes, picked her up and stepped into the tub.

"Splash—"

The warm water instantly submerged our chests.

His clothes were soaked through and clung to his body, outlining his slender yet powerful figure, as well as her disheveled appearance.

"What are you doing?!" Jiang Yining exclaimed, trying to stand up.

"Don't move." He placed one hand on her shoulder, easily submerging her in the water.

Chu Sikong took the bath powder from the side with his other hand and roughly applied it to her collarbone.

That was the spot where Ji Lingxiao had bitten her earlier.

"It's dirty here."

His expression was focused and obsessive as he vigorously scrubbed that patch of skin.

"Chu Sikong! You're hurting me!"

Jiang Yining pushed him hard, splashing water everywhere.

Chu Sikong seemed not to feel the pain, letting her hit him without stopping. Instead, he used even more force, as if he wanted to rub off the skin.

"Does it hurt?"

He suddenly stopped and looked up at her.

The soaked red silk clung tightly to his brow bone, making his face appear even more alluring.

"You'll remember it if it hurts."

Chu Sikong's voice was hoarse, with a hint of grievance in its trembling tone, as if he were the one who had suffered a great injustice.

"It hurts too, it hurts so much here."

He grabbed Jiang Yining's hand and pressed it against his heart, where it was pounding violently and erratically.

"My wife, you are mine."

Chu Sikong leaned in and forced her back to the edge of the bathtub.

The cold wooden tub walls pressed against her back, while his burning chest loomed in front of her.

"I won't allow anyone to touch you, not even a single finger."

Before he could finish speaking, he kissed her.

Unlike Ji Lingxiao's domineering and plundering kiss, Chu Sikong's kiss carried a suffocating tenderness.

"Um... Sikong... water..."

The water rippled, and with his movements, the water in the bucket kept overflowing, wetting the ground.

"My lady, do you still remember what you called me?" His voice was filled with lust.

"Husband... my lord..."

My mind was completely blank at that point, and I could only go along with him.

That soft, sweet call seemed to shatter his last shred of reason.

"Good boy." He chuckled softly, his laughter low and pleasant, yet carrying a hint of wickedness.

Chu Sikong lifted me up from the water and let me sit facing him on his lap.

"Look at me."

He commanded, his long fingers pinching Jiang Yining's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"From now on, here, here, and here..."

Chu Sikong's fingers traced the path inch by inch: "They can only have my scent."

"If I smell someone else's scent again..."

The night was deep, and they stayed in the clean room for a very long time.

Jiang Yining never imagined that this sickly girl, who needed help to walk, would have such terrifying physical strength and endurance in certain things.