The Grand Secretary has no heir? His concubine gives birth to triplets.

Jiang Guo'er used both her hands and feet to climb onto the spacious rosewood canopy bed.

He raised his wrist and lowered the soft silk curtains on both sides.

Layers upon layers of gauze blocked out the outside light, leaving only a dim, yellowish hue.

In the cramped space, the man's presence was palpable.

Jiang Guo'er's heart was beating a little fast, and she tried her best to calm herself down.

The man spoke in a tone that carried a hint of mockery.

"Since she is a woman of the Wujiang tribe, she must be proficient in this art."

Pei Yan leaned back lazily on the cushion, watching her with a leisurely air.

"I've heard that in your tribe, women grovel on your beds in order to have children."

His tone was calm, but the meaning behind his words was like a slap in the face to Jiang Guo'er.

A hot, dry smell of alcohol surged up from my stomach.

I don't know if it was the aftereffects of the osmanthus wine or the humiliation stirred up by those harsh words.

Jiang Guo'er's face burned; she wanted to pounce on him and tear that mean mouth apart.

But she held back.

She twirled the edge of the red bodice on her chest.

When he looked up again, his face was calm, even tinged with a sense of pride.

"You jest, Your Excellency."

She knelt before him, making a solemn vow.

"At dawn they become morning clouds, and at dusk they become evening rain; isn't this human nature?"

"However, this servant does know a method that our clan uses when seeking a child."

Pei Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He had expected her to be ashamed and indignant, and to deny it, but he never expected her to be so open and honest.

Jiang Guo'er ignored his probing gaze and instead curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

"This Dharma is called the Joyful Buddha, and it was passed down from the previous dynasty."

"A woman must be on top, imitating the posture of gods and Buddhas worshipping each other, so that she can receive blessings to the greatest extent... and conceive as soon as possible."

She felt embarrassed as soon as she said those words.

But in order to pass the test smoothly tonight, and to avoid getting hurt, it would be better for her to take the initiative.

Pei Yan didn't speak, but his gaze towards her grew even colder.

The fair earlobes, hidden in the darkness, were actually so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

A strange, indescribable tingling sensation rose deep within Jiang Guo'er's internal organs.

He pinched his thigh hard a few times to suppress the strange feeling.

"However, this method requires a very specific physical condition from the woman, so to avoid injury..."

She paused for a moment, her ears turning red.

"I beg Your Excellency's permission to grant this servant a box of ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."

The air seemed to freeze as soon as he said that.

Pei Yan's face instantly darkened.

"Is your Wujiang tribe nothing more than teaching these vixen-like, despicable tricks?"

Jiang Guo'er raised her face, openly meeting the man's eyes, which were filled with a hint of anger.

"Replying to the Prime Minister, since I have already signed a contract to become your concubine, it is my duty to make you comfortable and satisfied."

"Moreover, even if I am illiterate, I have heard that the proper conduct of men is a fundamental principle of human relations and a matter of righteousness between heaven and earth!"

"Does Your Excellency also feel ashamed of this?"

His words were spoken frankly and openly, without being obsequious or intimate.

It made him seem petty, like a grown man.

Pei Yan was speechless for a long time, feeling a surge of anger rising in his chest.

He snorted coldly, took out a small white jade box from a hidden compartment by the bedside, and threw it onto the brocade quilt.

"Quick-witted and eloquent!"

Jiang Guo'er caught it steadily and breathed a sigh of relief.

Go ahead and curse, who knows who will lose their temper later!

She took a deep breath and unscrewed the lid of the box...

Inside the bed curtains, the light was dim and the shadows were indistinct.

Through a hazy halo, Pei Yan could only see half of her furry head.

Jiang Guo'er's movements were very light, but there was no awkwardness or pretense of coquetry.

Only when "fighting" with the lid did it reveal a slight hint of annoyance in its nasal voice.

"Why is this lid so tight!"

The sound was faint, like a feather, brushing against Pei Yan's heart.

Pei Yan subtly twitched the corner of his mouth.

But it was quickly suppressed again.

He actually found this woman kind of cute just now.

Damn it, this must be his imagination!

Even a destined woman is nothing more than this.

Is it really just the breathing of several people on the bed that made him lose control?

However, a moment later, Pei Yan began to feel thirsty.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and layers of thin sweat appeared on his body. His muscles were hot and taut like branding irons.

He, the Grand Secretary, was so agitated by a woman he hadn't even met yet!

Pei Yan gritted his teeth and straightened his back.

She's just a lowly concubine; how many tricks could she possibly have up her sleeve?

Just bring it on!

……

A few breaths later, Pei Yan was struck by a bolt of lightning and was completely disoriented.

It was thanks to the layers of curtains and the flickering candlelight that his face was preserved.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged instantly as he grabbed her by the neck.

"presumptuous!"

"How dare you...?"

But this body, having tasted the sweetness of life, had no say in his affairs whatsoever.

It took a moment for his reason to return, and he breathed a sigh of relief, trembling, before letting go of her hand.

But he raised his foot and kicked Jiang Guo'er off the bed without any politeness.

That scoundrel... he has no sense of proportion at all...

Ouch, that hurts so much!

Fortunately, Lingyi hasn't married into the Pei family yet.

Otherwise, given Pei Yan's despicable character, how much suffering would Ling Yi have to endure?

Her governess had told her long ago that the first time would be extremely difficult, and although she had prepared well enough, it still happened...

If it were a ritual implementer, could she withstand it?

I don't know what Pei Yan ate growing up, but he's all muscle, with long arms and a wasp waist, and...

cough cough.

Fine, she'll just treat tonight as Lingyi's trial maid.

Even if the Prime Minister hurt her, he will have gained experience and will not hurt Lingyi in the future.

Jiang Guo'er comforted herself for a long time before finally propping herself up to stand up. She rubbed her bruised knees and staggered back to bed.

Looking across the entire capital, could you find another concubine as dedicated as her?!

At this moment, Pei Yan's breathing became heavy again.

Jiang Guo'er suddenly shuddered.

She arched her back, gently sticking out her buttocks, and quietly moved towards the edge of the bed.

Pei Yan's large hand suddenly reached out and clamped down on her slender waist, which was so delicate it could be easily grasped.

"Who was that reckless just now... and now they're scared?"

Yes, she was scared.

Jiang Guo'er's raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled violently as she tightly gripped a strand of hair that had fallen to her chest.

He racked his brains trying to remember if his nanny had ever told him how to deal with someone with such extraordinary talent.

Before he could figure it out, he heard Pei Yan grinding his teeth heavily.

The next moment, Jiang Guo'er felt dizzy as a pair of iron hands dragged her over.

"If you don't want me to kick you down again, you'd better behave!"

"Prime...Prime Minister, spare me...this servant..." Jiang Guo'er still had one finger gripping the edge of the bed, secretly competing with Pei Yan.

But in the end, it couldn't withstand it.

Pei Yan's blood essence, which had been frozen for twenty-nine years, could no longer be contained by ice at this moment...

He narrowed his deep eyes as he gazed at Jiang Guo'er's smooth, fair skin.