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

Pei Yan didn't ask any more questions and pushed the bowl of soup towards Jiang Guo'er's hand.

Jiang Guo'er held her bowl, eating while stealing glances at him, as if afraid that Pei Yan would change his mind and snatch her bowl away.

Pei Yan was both amused and exasperated.

"You should eat too." She pushed the eight-treasure wild duck towards him. "You've lost a lot of weight recently, you should eat more to replenish your body."

Pei Yan then picked up his bowl.

He ate with refined manners, but his gaze never left her glistening lips.

Jiang Guo'er didn't finish the last half bowl of green rice; there were still two mouthfuls left, which Pei Yan took over and ate.

She put down her chopsticks, let out a long sigh, and placed her hand on her stomach.

Pei Yan immediately turned his head away nervously.

"But where does it hurt?"

Jiang Guo'er laughed, "I'm just full, why are you so nervous?"

Xue Lingyi pushed the bowl away, got up to say goodbye, and looked back once she reached the door.

"Prime Minister, take a short rest. Help her walk around the courtyard a couple of times, for at least the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. This will help the illness heal faster and ensure she sleeps soundly at night."

"I've got it."

It's cooler in the yard than inside the house.

Jiang Guo'er held Pei Yan's arm with one hand and supported her lower back with the other, walking slowly like an adorable turtle.

Take three steps, rest one step, and when you rest, look up at the moon.

"Do you think there really are Chang'e and the Jade Rabbit on the moon?"

"This year happens to be the Year of the Rabbit. If only our baby could be as adorable as a jade rabbit!"

After saying that, she nudged the man beside her with her elbow.

Bathed in moonlight, Pei Yan's deep features were tinged with a sense of melancholy by the clear glow.

"not good."

"Huh? Why not?" Jiang Guo'er puffed out her cheeks angrily.

Pei Yan looked down at her, a bitter smile on his face.

"If the babies are too cute, won't you have to spend every moment with them and forget about me?"

And he doesn't have just one baby, he has three!

Jiang Guo'er: ...

Her lips twitched a few times, as if she wanted to laugh, but she forced herself to suppress it.

Lowering her eyes, a pang of bitterness welled up in her heart again.

She leaned most of her weight into his arms and hugged his lean waist.

"Actually, besides fluffy, soft little bunnies, I also like those..."

"A big rabbit who's all bark and no bite, with a tough chest and a head taller than me when he stands up."

After saying that, Jiang Guo'er lowered her head shyly.

Pei Yan was stunned for a long time before he realized what she meant.

His lips twitched slightly, as if he were savoring a new cup of tea, carefully tasting the words between his teeth for a long time.

Then, he nestled Jiang Guo'er between the grape trellis in the courtyard and his own arms.

He stared at her face without blinking for a very long time.

When Jiang Guo'er finally couldn't take it anymore and turned to leave, Pei Yan grabbed her neck and bit her.

"My rice cake... is sweet."

Jiang Guo'er was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.

This guy actually called her rice cake!

Her face was flushed, like a fiery sunset.

The two walked around together for several more times until she broke out in a light sweat on the back of her neck.

Pei Yan was also sweating, so he rolled up his sleeves.

After a while, still feeling uncomfortable, he simply took off his robe, draped it over the stone bench, and led her to the bamboo chair under the grape trellis.

She was only wearing a white undergarment on her upper body.

"Let's rest for a bit, we're not going anywhere."

He waited until Jiang Guo'er was settled in her seat, then sat down beside her and picked up a palm-leaf fan to fan her.

The early summer night was a bit muggy.

After fanning himself for a while, Pei Yan found his inner garment uncomfortable against his body, so he simply took it off.

Jiang Guo'er slightly raised her eyelids and, taking advantage of the moonlight, brazenly scrutinized him.

The first thing you see is a broad and strong back. Following the lines down, the abdominal muscles are clearly defined, rising and falling with each breath, the lines are extremely smooth.

Bare-chested late at night, displaying such a peacock-like display—who is he trying to impress?

But seriously, if you wrap your legs around this waist...

It must be incredibly exciting.

This beautiful spring scenery is right in front of us, yet we can't enjoy it; it's truly a waste of nature's bounty.

Pei Yan called out to the servant in the corridor and ordered him to bring a long sword that had not been sharpened.

"It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles."

He glanced at Jiang Guo'er, then flicked his wrist, creating a sword-like flower that exploded in the night.

The sword's edge pierced the air, emitting a series of sharp cries.

His movements were as agile as a swimming dragon, his muscles and bones bulging as he leaped.

The sweat trickled down his back and into his waistband, reflecting a captivating sheen in the moonlight.

Jiang Guo'er rested one elbow on the armrest of the bamboo chair, her palm supporting her chin, her bright eyes fixed on this body without blinking.

When Pei Yan turned his back to her, he felt as if a flame was burning against his back, directly scorching his tailbone.

After finishing a set of sword moves, he sheathed his sword, strode back to the bamboo couch, and knelt on one knee.

His chest heaved violently with each breath, and a few glistening beads of sweat clung to his firm collarbone, seemingly about to fall, which was truly alluring.

"The Prime Minister's swordsmanship is truly breathtaking."

Jiang Guo'er smiled and pulled out a silk handkerchief, leaned forward, pressed it against his forehead, and slowly absorbed the water droplets.

The handkerchief slid down her forehead, across her straight nose, around her lips, and finally reached her collarbone.

But she just wouldn't wipe away the few beads of sweat clinging to her collarbone.

Pei Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became heavy in an instant. He grabbed Jiang Guo'er's wrist and said, "Shunshun, stop fooling around."

Jiang Guo'er, however, was not afraid of him.

She deftly broke free, the handkerchief sliding down the cleavage of her chest, finally stopping on her taut, iron-like abdomen.

She deliberately poked it through the handkerchief with her fingernail; it was very elastic.

Pei Yan is usually so busy with official duties, how did he manage to develop such good physique?

"I wasn't making a fuss, I was just worried that the Prime Minister would catch a cold."

She leaned forward again, their noses touching, and her breath, as she spoke, slowly drifted down and landed on his dogwood.

Pei Yan gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Let's go back to the room!" He put his arm around Jiang Guo'er and strode towards the inner room.

The door was kicked open and then slammed shut.

Pei Yan placed her on the canopy bed and then covered her with his own body.

But because he was worried about her pregnancy, he could only support himself on his arms beside her, lower his head, and haphazardly search for her lips.

Jiang Guo'er was so overwhelmed by the kisses that her hands instinctively reached up to his broad back.

Just as she melted into a pool of spring water, Pei Yan suddenly stopped.

He was panting heavily, burying his face in Jiang Guo'er's neck.

His burning lips pressed against her delicate skin, and she couldn't stand it for long, so she quickly sat up and turned her face away.

"No..." His voice trembled violently, "You're pregnant, it's too dangerous."

Jiang Guo'er was also aroused by his teasing, her limbs felt numb, and she glared at him with resentment in her watery eyes.

"Didn't Lingyi say that the pregnancy was stable?"

"That won't do either." Pei Yan's attitude was very firm. "The child can kick you now, what if..."

The thought that she was pregnant with her third child forced him to suppress his lustful desire.

The three children were putting a lot of strain on her body; if anything happened to her, he would have nowhere to turn to cry.

But Pei Yan really couldn't bear to let her go.

His large hands could only reach into the bed curtains and slide into the layers of clothing.

A gentle night breeze blew in through the window, causing the bed curtains to flutter.

The air inside the room was thick and sticky.

Jiang Guo'er bit her lower lip, her hands gripping the brocade quilt beneath her tightly, and tiny tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Pei Yan restrained himself until he felt she could no longer suppress it, and her ten fingers dug hard into her back, at which point he slowly stopped.

At this moment, Pei Yan's body had reached its limit.

He rolled off the bed, hastily grabbed a long robe and draped it over himself, then took a clean handkerchief and stuffed it into Jiang Guo'er's hand.

"I...I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back!"

Having said that, he rushed out as if fleeing.

Jiang Guo'er, her hair as black as ink, lay on the bed, listening to the rushing water from the other end of the line. She couldn't help but lie on her pillow and giggle.

This cold shower will probably take at least half an hour.