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

The green ivy was annoyed that her good deeds had been disturbed.

They didn't come earlier or later, but they arrived precisely when her fingertips were about to touch the Prime Minister's temples.

Is Jiang Guo'er doing this on purpose? A concubine who only climbed into bed yesterday, she really thinks she's the mistress!

Green Ivy straightened up and calmly helped Pei Yan adjust his jade crown.

He deliberately put on an air of familiarity, as if he were the one most favored by the Prime Minister.

"How long has the Prime Minister summoned you? Where have you been slacking off? Get down and wipe up the tea on the floor!"

Jiang Guo'er looked down and saw that there was indeed some tea splashed on the blue brick.

But not much. Just a tiny patch, about the size of a fingernail.

Green Ivy, however, seemed to have seized upon a grave mistake and mocked and sneered at her.

"These blue bricks were specially laid by the old lady for the prime minister; they can't stand water. Even a single drop will make them slippery when you step on them."

"What if the Prime Minister trips and falls over here? How many lives do you have to save? Hurry up and wipe yourself clean!"

Pei Yan stood expressionless beside the bookshelf, not uttering a sound, but a strange smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he didn't stop her, Green Ivy became even more confident.

"Don't think that just because you spent one night serving someone in bed, you'll suddenly become a phoenix on a branch!"

"You probably don't know what kind of women the Prime Minister hates most in his life, do you? Those who are self-righteous, arrogant, and presumptuous—one by one, they've all been sold out!"

Jiang Guo'er clicked her tongue in amazement.

I thought to myself, "Isn't this you?"

However, she was indeed reckless today, ruining the Prime Minister's "refined mood".

Seeing that she didn't move, Green Ivy became even more arrogant.

"A maidservant who serves the prime minister personally should be by his side at all times."

"What you're doing! The Prime Minister is discussing matters in the study, while you're slacking off in the embroidery room. What kind of behavior is this? You should be severely punished!"

After speaking, she turned to the side, smiled, and curtsied to Pei Yan: "What do you say, Prime Minister?"

There was a brief silence in the study.

Jiang Guo'er sighed inwardly.

Row.

Just wipe it, and leave quickly after you're done.

From then on, whenever she entered the house, she would always poke a hole in the window paper to take a look!

"Yes, I'll wipe it right away." After saying that, she placed the tray on the low table by the door and was about to squat down.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist.

The force was so great that it could crush her bones in an instant.

Jiang Guo'er gasped softly in pain.

Pei Yan had already walked up to her without her noticing, and his right foot landed right on that small tea stain.

He lowered his eyes and examined the back of her hand.

A red mark from being scalded by boiling tea covered most of the back of my hand, and it was gradually becoming red and swollen.

Pei Yan frowned slightly.

Jiang Guo'er held her breath and dared not move.

God knows how he will berate himself.

Unexpectedly, in the next instant, Pei Yan grabbed the teacup she had brewed and flipped his wrist.

Snapped--!

He then slammed the teacup onto the blue brick floor, shattering it into pieces.

Tea splashed everywhere, and shards of porcelain slid a long way along the ground, some even tearing the hem of the ivy plant.

Green Ivy let out a shriek and instinctively shrank back.

Pei Yan slowly raised his eyes, his voice as cold as frozen lake water in the twelfth lunar month.

"Green ivy".

Green Ivy trembled slightly: "This...this servant is here."

Pei Yan raised his chin, his tone nonchalant: "The floor tiles are special; even a drop of water will make them slippery."

"In that case, you'll have to clean up the spilled tea and broken porcelain yourself."

The smile on Green Ivy's face froze instantly.

Pei Yan glanced indifferently at the mess of picture books scattered on the floor. "And these, stack them back on the bookshelf neatly."

"If even the slightest fragment remains on the ground, or if the spring book is placed even slightly crooked..."

He paused deliberately for a moment.

"You no longer need to stay in the inner courtyard."

The green ivy was terrified; its face turned from white to red, then from red to green.

"Your Excellency, this...this is not me..."

Pei Yan's cold gaze shot into her eyes.

"I called you into the study so that you could do some work."

"What a mess you are! Instead of doing your job, you've turned the shelves upside down and made a huge mess of things."

He was never one to smile, and his imposing presence was evident even without anger. Now, his gaze lingered on Green Ivy's half-open collar, like dark clouds obscuring the sun, creating a sinister and chilling atmosphere.

"Disheveled, frivolous in speech and behavior, and deliberately overturned the erotic painting in front of him..."

Pei Yan's lips seemed to twitch slightly.

"What, do you think that beneath this guise lies a lecherous man who would... indulge in lewd acts with you in the study during the day?"

When the huge pot was poured over the ground, Green Ivy almost couldn't catch her breath.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears of grievance.

Fear and shame struck like a violent storm.

Those spring scrolls were clearly knocked down by the Prime Minister himself!

It was everywhere when she came in!

But would she dare to say that?

Even the most respected nanny in the inner courtyard wouldn't dare to openly embarrass Pei Yan.

Green Ivy knelt down with a thud.

Her knee landed squarely on a shard of broken porcelain, and the pain instantly brought tears to her eyes, with blood gushing out.

"Your Excellency, spare me! Your Excellency, spare me! I absolutely did not mean that! I just...accidentally..."

"I'll get it ready right away, I'll get it ready right away!"

Pei Yan was too lazy to even glance at her again.

He turned around, grabbed Jiang Guo'er's arm, and dragged her outside.

Jiang Guo'er was dragged and stumbled a couple of steps, almost tripping on the threshold.

She glanced back.

Green Ivy knelt amidst the shattered porcelain and erotic pictures scattered on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

Her skirt was stained with blood, and all ten of her fingers were pierced by porcelain shards, yet she still had to endure the pain and pick them up one by one.

The scene was too tragic.

Jiang Guo'er silently turned her head back.

I was filled with disbelief.

Is the Prime Minister... helping her... get revenge?

Pei Yan pulled her around a corner and pushed open the door to the small flower hall.

Inside, there was only a huanghuali armchair and a long table with a blue-and-white porcelain vase with intertwined floral patterns.

Just as Jiang Guo'er breathed a sigh of relief, her waist suddenly tightened.

Pei Yan held her waist firmly with one hand, giving her no chance to react, and pressed her down onto his lap.

The hot breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jiang Guo'er's ears instantly turned bright red. She lowered her head and asked softly, "What are your orders, Prime Minister?"

"I asked you to make me a cup of tea, why did it take so long?"

As Pei Yan spoke, he reached out his fingertips and, along the gap, untied her belt.

Jiang Guo'er secretly took a breath and answered honestly, "This servant was in the embroidery room. I rushed to the tea room as soon as I received the summons, but I was still too late..."

Pei Yan's fingertips twitched slightly as he gently caressed the soft flesh of her waist. Seeing her involuntarily curl her fingers, the corners of his mouth subtly turned up.

"He dawdled, and when he came in and saw the pothos, his hands started shaking like that. He really has a lot of temper."

"You like being jealous? Then I'll reward you with a vinegar jar another day."

Jiang Guo'er: "..."

What?

Pei Yan frowned slightly when he saw her blank expression.

His eyes held a disdainful look, as if to say, "Alright, I know everything. Stop pretending."

"After all, you served me in bed, and the very next day you resorted to these roundabout tactics to force me to stand up for you."

Jiang Guo'er felt so wronged that she wanted to curse.

When did she resort to tricks?

She was clearly being sensible and didn't want to bother them at all!

Well, whatever the Prime Minister says goes. Explaining will only make things worse. He could only swallow hard and shut his mouth in resignation.

"Don't use this kind of self-inflicted injury tactic again."

"Hold out your hands."

Jiang Guo'er silently extended her hand.

Pei Yan gripped her wrist, staring at the bright red burn mark on the back of her hand, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

"Someone! Go to the physician and fetch a jar of burn ointment!"

"Yes."

The servant waiting outside responded and soon returned with a small jar of burn ointment.

Jiang Guo'er reached out to take it: "This servant can apply it myself..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Yan had already opened the porcelain jar and dipped his fingertip in some ointment.

His left hand was still around her waist, preventing her from pulling away.

He placed his right hand on the back of her hand and gently applied the cool ointment to the burn.

"hiss……"

"Does it hurt? Now that you know it hurts, you should behave yourself from now on."

Jiang Guo'er took several deep breaths to keep from rolling her eyes.

However, when Pei Yan applied the medicine to her, his movements became unusually gentle.

The coolness seeped into my skin, and the burning pain subsided a bit.

Jiang Guo'er's tense shoulders relaxed, and she couldn't help but steal a glance at him.

The man was indeed very handsome.

With a straight nose, deep-set eyes, and eyes that fall somewhere between phoenix eyes and auspicious phoenix eyes, he possesses an innate air of nobility and aloofness, as if he were high above others.

But when he bent down to apply the medicine to her, it gave people a strange feeling.

It seemed... he genuinely felt some pity for her.

Jiang Guo'er's heart trembled slightly.

But she quickly suppressed the thought.

Wake up, Jiang Guo'er!

The Prime Minister doesn't pity you, but rather the belly that can carry on his family line.

He slowly spread the ointment on the back of her hand until the redness and swelling were covered with a thin layer of white.

But as he was applying the ointment, his fingertips took a different turn.

Following the back of her hand, past her wrist bone, like vines, the touch went higher and higher.