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

The moment Xiao San finished speaking, Pei Yan released the person in his arms.

Jiang Guo'er slid down limply in an instant.

Just as her head was about to hit the ground, Pei Yan stretched out his long arm and pulled her back, holding her tightly.

"Ah Fu".

Afu, who was guarding outside the study door, trembled and trotted over: "Master?"

Pei Yan raised his chin, gesturing to the opened jar of wine on the table, his voice cold and hard: "Who gave you permission to bring this wine in?"

Afu was stunned: "The congratulatory gift from General Sima, you said yesterday..."

"When did I say I was going to move into the study?" Pei Yan interrupted him, his expression cold and stern.

"Go to Steward Zhao and get five lashes; you don't need to be on duty later!"

Afu's face turned deathly pale. He opened his mouth but didn't dare to argue. He lowered his head and retreated.

Pei Yan, holding Jiang Guo'er, turned around and went to the east side of the study.

There was a clump of wintersweet trees that was half a person tall, with intertwined branches that could block the view of others.

He tucked the person inside and had him sit with his back against the artificial rock.

Jiang Guo'er seemed boneless, slumped in his arms, her head tilted to the side, burying itself in his neck.

His warm breath, carrying the scent of alcohol, sprayed onto his Adam's apple.

Terrible.

Pei Yan reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, silently reciting the Great Compassion Mantra in his mind while extending his fingers, trying to push her away.

"Behave yourself."

The three words were practically squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Jiang Guo'er mumbled a confused "uh," shifted her body, found a more comfortable position in his arms, and finally stopped moving.

Pei Yan's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

Looking down, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, and her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings dusted with gold powder.

He pinched himself secretly, focused his attention, and looked up at the study window.

Xiao San had already hidden in the shadows of the pillars, his figure blending into the night.

Soon, a series of furtive footsteps approached from afar.

The figure crept to the door of the study and peeked inside cautiously.

Seeing that the lights were on but there was no one there, he hesitated for a moment, then beckoned to his attendant and pointed to the roof.

The servant understood immediately, quickly climbed up the wall to check, slid down, and nodded to him.

Pei Zhang was relieved. He straightened his clothes and swaggered into the study.

The attendant stayed outside, nervously looking around to keep watch for him.

Pei Zhang walked to the bookshelf, but did not immediately start reading. Instead, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it around his hand, and then reached for the books.

Pei Yan was watching intently when Jiang Guo'er in his arms suddenly stirred again.

She seemed to be suffering from the heat, scratching herself haphazardly with her small hands, and then grabbed his shirt.

It's just rambling and making things up without any rhyme or reason.

She opened her small mouth, took a deep breath, as if she were about to shout.

Pei Yan's muscles instantly tensed up like iron plates.

Without thinking, he covered her mouth and pressed his palm against her soft lips.

Jiang Guo'er whimpered in dissatisfaction, stuck out her little tongue, and unconsciously licked his palm.

Pei Yan felt a chill run down his spine and withdrew his hand in a flash.

Jiang Guo'er gazed at him with a hazy look in her eyes, which were filled with tears.

Suddenly, she grinned and gave a silly laugh, then leaned in and rubbed her nose against his.

"You...you're so beautiful." She was truly drunk, her voice slurred and indistinct, "Like...like a Bodhisattva in a temple."

As she spoke, she stretched out both hands, cupped his face, and squeezed it forcefully towards the center!

Pei Yan's handsome features immediately came together.

It's as ridiculous as it gets!

The veins on the back of his hand throbbed.

He hurriedly turned his head to dodge, but Jiang Guo'er stuck to him like glue, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Don't run away!" she whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids. "I...I saw it all. You were peeking at me...several times..."

Pei Yan's breath hitched.

A silent rebuke: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Jiang Guo'er pouted and bit his earlobe hard, accusing him with a wronged expression: "You were so mean last night..."

Is he drunk or sober?!

Pei Yan quickly pinched her lips tightly, like pinching a duck's beak.

He arched his back suddenly, grabbed her waist, and tried to press her down to stop her from moving.

But she pressed herself against him.

It clung to his body like a plaster, rising and falling with his breath.

The worst part was that her little hands were groping his chest, her nails scratching through his clothes.

With each stroke, Pei Yan's body stiffened a little more.

A few breaths later, Pei Yan couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved her mouth shut.

Xiao San was watching the movements inside the room.

Hearing the suggestive sounds coming from this side, I wish I could bury myself in the ground on the spot.

—How about I gouge out my own eyes to prove my innocence?

Pei Yan, fueled by long-suppressed anger, relentlessly pursued and conquered territory.

Jiang Guo'er was breathless from his kisses, her body went limp like a pool of spring water, and she could only tilt her head back, letting him do as he pleased.

Her hands rested limply on his shoulders, her fingertips unconsciously scratching the back of his neck.

With each scratch, the darkness in Pei Yan's eyes deepened.

The rustling sound of turning pages could be heard from the study.

Pei Zhang searched high and low, and finally found the hidden door to the low cabinet.

In the bushes, Pei Yan finally released the person in his arms and gave Xiao San a wink.

"Bang!"

The window blew open from the inside out.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and a dark shadow swooped down like a hawk, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, heading straight for Pei Zhang's face.

Before Pei Zhang could even cry out, he was kicked in the back of the knee and fell to his knees with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, his arms were tied behind his back and bound tightly with hemp rope.

"Third Master, have you found what you're looking for?"

Pei Zhang trembled violently, his face deathly pale.

"I...I just came to borrow a few books...to look around...I'm not looking for anything else."

"Borrowing books?" Xiao San took out the spare key that Pei Yan had given him in advance and opened the hidden door.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Pei Zhang's pupils suddenly contracted.

The hidden door was completely empty; there was nothing there at all!

"He's about to die, and he still wants to argue! Search him!" Pei Yan's icy voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Xiao San immediately took action, searching Pei Zhang thoroughly, but found nothing.

Pei Yan frowned: "Where's the brass key?"

Seeing Pei Yan's grim face, Pei Zhang was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"Big brother! Big brother, spare me! What key? I don't know anything about it!"

"I...I really...came to borrow a book...but you weren't here..."

"You were sent by the Emperor, weren't you?" Pei Yan stomped on the back of his hand, his voice sharp and stern.

"Do you think I, as your subject, have a real affair with the Empress? Or am I hiding evidence of treason or betrayal?!"

Pei Zhang trembled violently, his eyes filled with terror.

"How...how did you know?"

Pei Yan snorted coldly, then turned and ordered Xiao San, "Tie him to the chair!"

Xiao San tied him up tightly and pressed him firmly onto the officer's chair.

Pei Yan took out a brocade box from his sleeve, picked up a black pill, and walked up to Pei Zhang.

Open your mouth.

Pei Zhang clenched his teeth tightly.

Xiao San stepped forward, grabbed his jawbone, and with a "click," Pei Zhang was forced to open his mouth.

Pei Yan quickly inserted the pill and then gently closed his chin.

"If you don't get the antidote within seven days, you'll never be able to touch a woman again in your life."

"Perfect timing. Your third sister-in-law always complains about your philandering. This will ensure harmony between you and your husband, and stability for your third wife's family."