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

The moment their lips met, Murong Shunshun's mind went completely blank.

A familiar yet domineering aura suddenly poured in, carrying with it a reckless madness and a stubbornness born of something lost and regained.

His arms around her waist were very tight, as if he wanted to meld her into his bones.

The long-lost warmth of Pei Yan's body scalded her skin through the thick black cloak.

Murong Shunshun's hand, which had been pressed against his chest in fright, gradually lost its strength, and her fingers unconsciously gripped his collar.

She craved this embrace, craved this body that sheltered her from the wind and rain.

After experiencing several life-or-death situations, she simply couldn't bear to push him away.

"Well……"

A soft, sweet hum escaped her throat, and a pitiful blush rose at the corner of her eyes.

The surrounding guards, Xuan Su Zhenren, and A Luo Jia all turned their backs.

Liu Dieyi watched with rapt attention, but Lu Yunzheng tugged at her, causing her to cover her eyes with her hands.

Then, taking advantage of his inattention, she secretly opened a crack.

The Grand Secretary, in broad daylight, was like a ferocious wolf, kissing Shun Shun intimately.

Pei Yan, the little doll who had fallen onto the deck, was now furious!

He stared blankly at his own tall, fleshy body, kissing Shun Shun without restraint, a surge of indescribable humiliation rising to the top of his head.

Although he knew very well that it was her, his main soul was currently inside the puppet!

"How dare you! Stop right there!" The little doll let out a sharp, childlike voice, and rushed over angrily with its short legs.

It lunged at the soap boots of the fleshy body with its claws outstretched, its two little hands pounding wildly and its little feet stomping furiously.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

"Once my soul has fully returned to its place, you can kiss me however you want, but right now, let go of me!"

Pei Yan was deeply engrossed in the kiss when he felt something making a noise on the back of his foot.

A hint of violence flashed in his eyes.

The little doll was suddenly kicked straight away by a strong force.

Fortunately, Lu Yunzheng reacted quickly, reaching out with his long arm to grab the little doll by the collar.

Otherwise, he would have fallen into the icy lake.

Lu Yunzheng placed the small doll on the deck, glanced at Pei Yan across the way who exuded murderous intent, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and grin:

"My lord, why get so angry?"

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if both of us could have Shunshun together?"

Upon hearing this, the little doll became even angrier and blurted out, "Lu Yunzheng, stop gloating! Shut up!"

After this commotion, Murong Shunshun finally regained her senses.

She noticed the strange looks coming from all directions, and her ears bled with embarrassment.

She pushed hard against Pei Yan's strong chest, her voice slightly hoarse and panting.

Pei Yan was pushed away by her, but his gaze remained fixed on her, his narrow eyes swirling with lust, like a bottomless vortex.

He lingered on his upper gums with the tip of his tongue, his gaze fixed on her swollen lips, and suddenly chuckled softly.

He opened his arms again, wanting to pull her into his embrace.

"Shunshun, let's go back to the manor. There are too many people here, they're in the way."

Everyone: ...

Murong Shunshun's cheeks were burning. Just as she was about to persuade him, she saw the little doll huff and puff as it grabbed the folds of her horse-face skirt and climbed up.

"Shunshun, hug me!" The little doll's voice was filled with bitterness and grievance.

But he had only climbed halfway when a large hand suddenly descended from the sky, grabbed the back of his neck, and lifted him into the air.

Pei Yan stared coldly at the strange little gadget, his eyes full of contempt.

"Is it you, you little good-for-nothing, who put Shun Shun in danger?"

He frowned in disgust, making a move to throw the rag doll into Shichahai Lake. "What use are you? You might as well get rid of you."

"No!" Murong Shunshun was terrified and grabbed his arm, prying the little doll out from between his fingers.

She held the doll with both hands, panting and staring wide-eyed.

"Prime Minister, you've gone mad! Your very soul is trapped inside that puppet!"

Shunshun took a deep breath and explained earnestly:

"Master Longchuan transferred your soul, so your main soul is in the little puppet's body, with only a wisp of 'spirit' remaining in your physical body."

"But something went wrong, and your physical body woke up prematurely! The rest of your soul hasn't returned yet!"

"He is you, and you are him. If you lose him, you are not the complete Pei Yan!"

Pei Yan frowned slightly, seemingly unable to understand, but seeing Murong Shunshun's tense expression, the murderous intent in his eyes finally subsided somewhat.

He snorted coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Just then, Xiao San strode forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and reported the news.

"Madam, my men were cleaning the pleasure boat when we found the Fourth Master in a corner."

"He was bitten by a venomous snake and died from the poison; his body has started to turn black."

Murong Shunshun looked in the direction Xiao San pointed.

The guards are covering the dead Pei Lu with a white cloth.

Her gaze shifted slightly as she calmly considered the matter.

After a moment, he looked up and ordered, "Xiao San, send someone to secretly transport the corpse back to the Prime Minister's residence and keep it under strict guard."

"The official announcement will be that the Fourth Prince died suddenly from a serious illness, and the funeral will not be held for the time being."

Xiao San accepted the order and withdrew.

Murong Shunshun turned to look at Xuan Su Zhenren and Aluojia, and curtsied.

"Master, Senior Aloga, the turmoil here has temporarily subsided, but the Prime Minister's condition... you have all seen it."

"I urge you all to return with me to the Prime Minister's residence to discuss the matter of the Prime Minister's soul returning to its rightful place."

……

The carriage back home was filled with warmth.

However, the atmosphere inside the carriage was like a battlefield.

Pei Yan sat upright with an imposing air, locking Murong Shunshun completely to his lap.

His strong arms gripped her slender waist like iron hoops, leaving her no room to escape.

Murong Shunshun had no choice but to yield to that brute force and try to make her body as graceful as possible.

On the cushion beside her, the little doll Pei Yan was glaring at her own body with gritted teeth.

He stood up again and again, stretching out his short arms, trying to climb into Murong Shunshun's arms.

But every time he was about to climb up, another Pei Yan would extend a finger and gently poke him, pushing him "rolling" off.

"Stay away from her, you useless little piece of trash."

He seemed to be deliberately provoking us, his eyes filled with an unbelievable arrogance.

The little doll rolled around a few times in a sorry state, trembling with anger.

"Who do you think you are!"

The little doll got up, put her hands on her hips, pointed at him, and her baby voice was full of anger:

"With only a wisp of ghostly essence within you, you are not a complete person!"

Pei Yan scoffed coldly, "You short, scrawny brat, you couldn't even protect Shun Shun and had to rely on another man to save you. You dare to lecture me?"

"You treacherous bastard! I am the real Pei Yan!" The little puppet roared in fury.

"waste."

"idiot!"

Murong Shunshun's head was throbbing from their noise.

"Shut up, all of you!" she shouted, unable to contain herself any longer.

The carriage finally quieted down.

The two Pei Yans, one tall and one short, froze at the same time and stared at her.

Murong Shunshun took a deep breath.

"From this moment forward, neither of us is allowed to attack the other!"

"Otherwise, you two can both go outside and travel with Xiao San!"

She kept a straight face and displayed an unprecedented ruthlessness.

Pei Yan's eyes darkened slightly, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his whole body radiated dissatisfaction.

The little doll lowered its head in grievance, its little hands twisting together indignation.

Seeing this, Murong Shunshun's heart softened in the end.

She knew all too well that her physical body at this moment possessed only a wisp of ghostly essence and an instinctive obsession, making her a trapped beast that had always lacked a sense of security.

The little doll lacks a trace of spirit, making it sensitive, irritable, and easily frustrated.

She can only try her best to treat everyone equally.

She took Pei Yan's large, calloused hand and placed it on her waist.

"Prime Minister, you can hold me." Her voice was gentle.

The sinister look in Pei Yan's eyes vanished instantly, and he eagerly pulled her into his arms.

He immediately seized the opportunity, resting his chin in the crook of her neck and greedily caressing it.

Then, Murong Shunshun reached out and picked up the little doll that was about to explode.

He tucked it neatly into the front of his shirt, leaving only his small head sticking out.

"You stay put, it's warm here." She gently patted the little doll's back.

The little doll could clearly feel her two soft mounds and the frequency of her heartbeat.

That was a spot that belonged only to him.

The little doll glanced smugly at its own tall, fleshy body and raised its chin defiantly.

Pei Yan stared at Murong Shunshun's chest, his deep black phoenix eyes surging with murderous intent.

On the way, the guards reported that the men sent by the city defense department to ambush the ruined temple had failed to capture Prince Chen's assassins.

Those guys were very alert; they sensed something was wrong and slipped away.

Shun Shun nodded, "It's alright. There are advantages to stirring up trouble."

Soon after, the carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the Prime Minister's residence.

Without taking a break, everyone followed Murong Shunshun through the hanging flower gate to the main hall of the main house.

Following Xuan Su Zhenren's instructions, Murong Shunshun ordered Lüyi to prepare an incense table, cinnabar, and yellow paper, and asked her to immediately transfer Pei Yan's soul.

Master Xuansu had a solemn expression. Holding a peach wood sword, he performed the ritual steps inside the room while chanting incantations.

"The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all energies, through countless eons of cultivation, I have attained divine powers—"

He bit his fingertip, placed a drop of blood on the doll's brow, and then slapped a talisman onto Pei Yan's back.

"Soul and spirit unite, swiftly!"

In an instant, the candlelight inside the room flickered violently, and a cold whirlwind rose from the ground.

Murong Shunshun nervously clenched the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes fixed intently on them.

But just as the talisman emitted a faint golden light, Pei Yan's physical body suddenly opened his eyes!

Those were eyes filled with bloodshot veins, revealing extreme resistance.

He instinctively sensed that once that unfamiliar power entered his body, this "self"—

This self, who is completely dependent on Murong Shunshun, will be completely erased and merged!

"Get out of here!"

He let out a low growl, like a mad beast, reached out and took the talisman from Xuan Su Zhenren, tearing it to shreds!

Xuan Su Zhenren suffered a backlash from the magic array and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Real person!" Murong Shunshun was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.