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

The next day, when it was broad daylight, Jiang Guo'er opened her eyes and found herself alone, with only a trace of warmth beside her.

She stared blankly at the top of the tent for a while.

Rewind to last night's wailing and sobbing—

Snot and tears smeared all over the Prime Minister's shoulder, yet she clung tightly to his collar, refusing to let go.

Jiang Guo'er buried her face in the pillow, her ears burning hot.

How embarrassing!

Her gaze fell on a crumpled pile of men's underwear at the foot of the bed. She sat up abruptly, hurriedly crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it at the bottom of the pile of dirty clothes.

A sound of chaos and turmoil came from outside.

"Keep your voice down! Those painted geese were sent to the Xue family for a deposit. If you even scratch one corner, it'll cost you your lives!" Manager Zhao roared at the top of his lungs.

Jiang Guo'er lifted the curtain and looked out the window.

The courtyard was packed with people, with long lines of large red silk trunks being carried out in a grand procession.

"Lotus, lotus!"

Lotus heard the noise and came in from outside. Seeing her flustered expression, she quickly said:

"Guo'er, what's wrong?"

"What time is it?"

"Just past... 1:15 AM."

1:15 AM!

Ignoring her aches and pains, Guo'er quickly threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Completely settled today!

She's actually lazing around in bed! If Granny Qin finds out, she'll skin her alive!

My heart feels neither sour nor bitter, just a uncomfortable feeling of being stuck in the middle.

Lotus came in carrying a copper basin and quickly stopped her.

"What's your hurry? The Prime Minister said in court that no one is allowed to wake you."

"As for escorting the betrothal gifts, Steward Zhao, Granny Qin, and Green Ripple and Green Ivy all went together. Don't worry, nothing will be missing during the inventory."

After saying that, he grinned and looked into Jiang Guo'er's loosely tied collar.

"The bed in the inner room shook for half the night last night; I heard it all. Guo'er, you've really had a hard time!"

Jiang Guo'er took the handkerchief and wiped her face, feeling quite uncomfortable.

The Prime Minister's refusal to let her touch the betrothal gifts clearly indicates that he still doesn't trust himself.

But... last night... the Prime Minister didn't...

He simply held her and slept all night, without doing anything else.

But she didn't need to explain this.

"I asked you to give the Prime Minister a massage yesterday, what happened to you?"

Lotus-like face fell, and she squatted down to tug at the hem of Jiang Guo'er's skirt:

"Don't even mention it! I didn't even touch the Prime Minister with a single finger, and one glance from him was enough to make my legs go weak, and I slunk away..."

She hugged Jiang Guo'er's leg, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

"Guo'er, please teach me! I don't ask for any title, I just want the Prime Minister to touch me once, and then my days will be easier!"

Jiang Guo'er looked down at her, and thinking of the faces of her family, she felt a wave of disgust.

"I don't have much to teach you." She pulled her leg out.

"Lotus, take my advice: cut back on your contact with your parents and that younger brother. Hold onto your money tightly; even if you spend your whole life working for the Pei family, it's better than going out."

Lotus was stunned.

Less contact with family? That won't do! Baozhu hasn't even gotten married yet!

But then she thought, was Jiang Guo'er blaming her for bringing her family over and getting in her way?

As long as she obeys, Jiang Guo'er is willing to help her climb into bed?

"You're right! From now on, I'll listen to you completely!"

She happily took the basin out.

Jiang Guo'er didn't notice her expression; at that moment, she was preoccupied with something more important.

Today is the day of reckoning, and no one is watching the inner chambers.

She quickly returned to her canopy bed.

She had been making Pei Yan's bed and folding the blankets all month, and was already familiar with the carved panels at the head of the bed.

Upon closer inspection, you can spot which pattern is incorrect.

The third bat pattern on the right is slightly raised above the one next to it, like an embedded snap button.

Jiang Guo'er took a deep breath, pressed her fingertips against the cloud pattern, and pushed it in forcefully.

"Clatter."

The wooden board popped open, revealing a hidden compartment the size of a palm.

Besides a long, narrow piece of jade, there was also a hard, solid object inside.

It's a brass key!

Jiang Guo'er's fingertips were trembling.

The key to the hidden compartment in the study... was indeed here.

The study was always looked after during the day, so she couldn't go there.

Where should she hide the key?

His gaze shifted and landed on the doll beside his pillow.

Jiang Guo'er rummaged through her sewing basket and found a piece of pale white cloth.

She turned the doll over, pulled off its little clothes, and measured its size on its smooth belly.

"Make a hidden pocket and attach it to the inner layer of the robe, making sure it doesn't bulge."

She muttered to herself, her fingertips tracing and measuring the doll's waist and abdomen.

After measuring, cutting the fabric, threading the needle, and carefully sewing a miniature long bag.

As the needle pierces through the fabric, it inevitably pricks and punctures the doll's belly.

After sewing it up, she hooked the bag opening with her fingers and pulled it outwards to test its sturdiness.

Finally, the brass key was inserted, and the red string was tied in a knot.

"Alright." Jiang Guo'er patted the doll's forehead with satisfaction. "Good girl, hide it well for me. When you need to take it—"

She stretched out two fingers and reached inside the doll's open collar, touching the cloth bag at its waist, then tugged at the ribbon with her fingertips.

"Yes, it's very convenient."

Jiang Guo'er picked up the doll, gave it a loud "kiss" on the forehead, and then chuckled as she tucked it back into the quilt.

Imperial City, Cabinet Office.

Pei Yan held a vermilion brush and was approving a memorial concerning the salt administration of Zhejiang and Jiangsu.

Suddenly, a strange tingling sensation came from my lower abdomen.

It felt like a hand was roughly tearing off his clothes, stroking back and forth along his waistline.

Pei Yan's hand trembled, and the vermilion brush left a red mark on the folded paper.

He gripped the pen tightly, suppressing his agitation.

But the feeling didn't stop; instead, it intensified.

A fine, tingling pain came from my lower back and abdomen, like needles pricking me. It didn't hurt, but it was so numb and itchy that my scalp felt like it was about to explode.

Immediately afterwards, a hand slipped inside the collar, two fingers reaching straight for the waist belt, hooking, flicking, and tugging at it incessantly.

It was as if they were loosening his belt.

Pei Yan's back was taut like an iron plate, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently.

This Jiang Guo'er, she cried so bitterly last night, and he kindly endured it all night.

The results of it?

He had barely arrived at the cabinet when she started groping the doll.

Touching the belly, loosening the belt, all sorts of tricks.

Is this woman unable to live without him?

You haven't touched it all night, and you're already craving it like this?

The burning lust in his lower abdomen made him clench his teeth and his eyes blaze with fury.

"Rangzhi, please take a look at this document regarding the canal dredging."

The Grand Secretary Zhang across from them stood up, took the documents, and slowly walked towards them.

Pei Yan stiffened, tugged at his robe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Just put it there."

Grand Secretary Zhang gave him a suspicious look: "Rangzhi, why is your face so red? Did you drink alcohol first thing this morning?"

"No, I just have some internal heat recently."

The moment the words left his mouth, the feeling vanished.

Pei Yan had just breathed a sigh of relief—

A wet, loud kiss landed unexpectedly on my forehead.

"Pop".

With satisfaction and joy.

Pei Yan stared at the folded paper in front of him, his chest heaving violently, unable to bear it any longer.

Jiang Guo'er, you're getting bolder and bolder!

Does he expect me to go back and satisfy her in broad daylight?!