Nong Nu Jiao

"Your Highness."

Upon hearing the commotion, Cen Lingyi quickly got out of bed and curtsied to the Emperor.

She understood what was happening outside the door and knew that Consort Xiao meant well.

But the matter between her and Yan Chenghui was no longer something that could be resolved by being locked in the same room.

He hated her, humiliated her in every way, and would get angry whenever he saw her.

And she didn't really want to face him either.

In the fire that nearly killed her, he carried someone else.

She knew she had no right to care about this, but she had a thorn in her heart that made her more aware of her own identity.

These thorns cannot be dissolved by small favors like giving her medicine or sleeping in each other's arms.

She shook her head slightly, trying not to think about those things, focusing only on her children and family.

When she chose to abandon him, they were already on different paths and should never have crossed paths.

Yan Chenghui held the medicine bowl, his gaze fixed intently on her.

Open your mouth.

He brought the bowl to her lips.

Cen Lingyi took half a step back, her posture respectful yet distant: "This servant will do it myself."

She reached out to take the bowl, her fingertips barely touching the rim before he raised his hand to avoid it.

Yan Chenghui stared at her intently.

"Your Highness is of noble birth, why should you condescend to serve a servant like me?"

Cen Lingyi turned her head away, looking elsewhere, her posture distant.

"So well-behaved, who stayed overnight in my inner palace last night?"

Looking at her respectful and aloof demeanor, Yan Chenghui felt a surge of anger rising within him.

"Last night, it was Your Highness who pulled me into bed."

Cen Lingyi's ears turned red instantly, and she whispered her explanation.

"Did I tell you to get into bed? Did I tell you to sleep?"

Yan Chenghui's tone was aloof.

"It was this servant who overstepped her bounds."

Cen Lingyi lowered her head and stopped arguing with him.

He's now adept at distorting the truth, and whatever he says is right.

She stopped talking.

Yan Chenghui brought the bowl to her lips again.

Having no other choice, Cen Lingyi had to open her mouth and drink it.

This medicine wasn't as bitter as the one from last night, but it's still medicine, so it didn't taste very good either.

She drank it all in one gulp.

Yan Chenghui frowned slightly.

She used to be spoiled and pampered. He always had to coax her to drink her medicine, and he had to prepare countless sweets and snacks for her.

Sometimes, one has to alternate between a sip of honey water and a sip of herbal medicine, and it takes a long time to finish a bowl of herbal medicine.

These days, taking medicine is done with great bravado.

He took a step forward and reached out to put down the empty bowl in his hand.

Cen Lingyi misunderstood; when he tried to take her hand, she instinctively hid it behind her back.

Why are you hiding?

Yan Chenghui frowned even more deeply and slammed down the bowl in his hand.

"This servant dares not presume to associate with you."

Cen Lingyi realized she had misunderstood him, blushed with embarrassment, and pursed her lips to try to remain calm.

"If you won't let me touch it, who are you protecting? Lu Huaiyou, or Song Mingchi?"

Yan Chenghui lifted her face with his long, slender fingers.

Her act of distancing herself from him infuriated him.

She was the one who abandoned him back then.

Now that he's taking the initiative to be friendly, she's still so distant!

"Whoever Your Highness deems appropriate, then so be it."

Cen Lingyi's eyes darkened, her long eyelashes drooping to conceal her emotions, making it impossible to discern.

His words are truly hurtful.

Is she really that unbearable in his eyes?

Even though her heart was ashen, she would still feel pain upon hearing such sharp words.

Yan Chenghui sneered, his gaze sweeping over her pearly lips: "If they can all do it, then can I too?"

Cen Lingyi's dark pupils suddenly contracted as she met his gaze, about to speak.

Before she could say anything more hurtful, Yan Chenghui grabbed her chin, pulled her closer, and kissed her fiercely.

He tasted her sweetness and fragrance, like the aroma of sweet peaches mixed with the bitterness of medicinal soup.

He's usually incredibly stubborn, but when it comes to food, he's incredibly tender, melting in your mouth.

"Well……"

Cen Lingyi was caught off guard and instinctively tried to get away from him.

The air was filled with his refreshing fragrance, pervasive and encroaching upon the surrounding landscape.

Cen Lingyi was eager to get rid of him, but her waist tightened as his long arm wrapped around her waist.

The more she dodged, the more arrogant he became, his eyes reddening and his dark pupils filled with gloom.

She still wants to escape?

She can forget it, she can't!

In this lifetime, she will never be able to leave him again!

Even if she resents him, even if she is distant, even if she dies, she will stay by his side.

Even if it means dying together!

Cen Lingyi stumbled backward several steps.

Yan Chenghui pursued her relentlessly, trying to capture her fragrance and her breath.

In the midst of the chaos, Cen Lingyi's lower back bumped against the table.

The table was knocked askew, and the bowl on the corner of the table was knocked to the ground with a crisp sound.

She was startled.

Yan Chenghui paused slightly, then continued to grope her, his arm around her gently rubbing the spot where she had bumped her head on the table corner.

Cen Lingyi's breath was completely taken away, and her breathing and heartbeat became chaotic and disordered.

Her mind was a complete blank, her eyelashes trembled weakly, and all her stubbornness, grievances, and resistance vanished, leaving only a dazed and confused state.

Her leg hit the edge of the bed, her knees buckled, and he pressed her down between the blankets.

His hand landed on the Chinese knot button at the neck of her neck.

A chill ran through me.

Cen Lingyi regained her senses for a moment. She grabbed his mischievous hand, her eyes red and her face flushed, and she almost burst into tears.

"Your Highness..."

She called out, her voice soft and sweet.

Yan Chenghui's eyes were bloodshot, and the blue veins on his neck throbbed.

What abandonment, what betrayal, what past—none of it exists!

He only has eyes for her, and he only wants her!

His clothes, her dresses, one by one, fell onto the brocade quilt, onto the bedside, onto the floor.

The bed curtains were pulled down, the light dimmed, and she was extremely pale, so pale it was dazzling.

Jiaojiao, his Jiaojiao!

Yan Chenghui took a bite out of resentment.

Cen Lingyi gasped in surprise, thrashing about like a fish out of water, tears streaming down her face.

He slapped her across the forehead, the red mark making his eyes even redder.

"Don't you even respect the difference between superiors and inferiors?"

"Are you still going to say you don't dare to curry favor with them?"

Will they leave again?

He asked her a question fiercely, then slapped her.

Cen Lingyi covered her face with her hands and wept uncontrollably.

"say!"

Yan Chenghui bit even harder, his words becoming somewhat indistinct.

"No... I wouldn't dare... Your Highness..."

Cen Lingyi's hair was disheveled, with dark blue strands sticking haphazardly to the sides of her face, looking like a lotus flower branch swaying wildly.

"What did you call me?"

Yan Chenghui used a bit of force between his teeth to punish her.

Cen Lingyi gasped, trying to shrink away but couldn't escape. Her jade-like feet landed on his broad shoulders, and she trembled even more violently.

"Husband... my lord..."

Her tears flowed even more fiercely.

Waaah... There's nothing she can do but cry and whine.

He is the worst and most despicable person in the world; all he does is bully her!

"Jiaojiao, why are you crying?"

His voice was hoarse, and a rare hint of tenderness appeared in his tone.

But after biting her for a while and hitting her a couple of times without using much force, tears started flowing in both places.

When Cen Lingyi heard him call her Jiaojiao, her whole body felt as if it had been soaked in vinegar, becoming weak and limp, and she could no longer muster any strength.

He kissed her, slowly moving upwards until he met her flushed face and tearful eyes.

He wrapped his strong arms around her and lowered his head.

When Cen Lingyi saw the water stains on his chin, she subconsciously turned her head away from him, feeling shy and embarrassed.

They hadn't spent many nights together before, and she was still shy about it.

After leaving him and meeting again, having been apart for so long, she was a little unsure how to face him.

"Dislike yourself?"

Yan Chenghui chuckled softly, pinched her chin, and forcibly sealed her lips with his.

Cen Lingyi was unable to dodge.

Hmm... a bit salty.

"Your Highness, His Majesty has arrived."

Just as the arrow was about to be released, Wangyue suddenly knocked on the door of the bedchamber, her tone somewhat urgent.

Yan Chenghui paused, his brow furrowing.

Very dissatisfied.

"Hurry up and get dressed."

Cen Lingyi seemed to wake from a dream, pushed him away, and went to pick up the clothes beside her.

Yan Chenghui sat down beside her, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt very agitated.

"Hurry up and put it on!"

Cen Lingyi's hands moved quickly, and she had already tied her arm around his belly. Seeing him sitting motionless beside her, she couldn't help but urge him on.

"You put it on."

Yan Chenghui remained seated.

"you……"

Cen Lingyi was speechless. She quickly stood up, put on her dress, and tied her belt.

His Majesty has arrived, didn't he hear it?

His Majesty is very suspicious. Last time, he asked her if she wanted to reconcile with Yan Chenghui and ask him to help her family take revenge.

Arriving now, I stumbled upon them hiding in the Imperial Concubine's bedchamber...

If I'm unhappy, I might just kill her?

Even in such an emergency, Yan Chenghui was not in a hurry at all, and still put on his princely airs, asking her to help him get dressed.

But she couldn't do anything about it, so she bent down and quickly gathered his scattered clothes into her arms and threw them on the bed.

Start by dressing him in his inner garments.

When she put on her underwear, she turned her head away, her ears as red as blood jade.

What time is it? He's still standing there, unmoving.

She haphazardly pulled up his white underwear, and her hand accidentally touched that spot that was bigger than my bird egg, and she recoiled as if burned.

"Wait until we return to the East Palace."

Yan Chenghui's breath hitched, and he grabbed her hand with his large hand, gritting his teeth.

"Hurry up and put it on!"

Cen Lingyi was both anxious and angry, and forgot about being shy, so she was flustered and confused.

Why isn't he in a hurry at all?

If Emperor Shengwu were to barge in and see this scene, what kind of decorum would that be?

Even if he is the crown prince, he should still be punished, right?

Not to mention that she, an insignificant wet nurse, seduced the Crown Prince in the Imperial Concubine's bedchamber...

This crime is enough to get her killed several times over.

Yan Chenghui stepped back, pressed his hand down, and hid the item back inside.

The key is in the mother's hands. If the mother doesn't give the key, no one can open the door to this bedroom.

He even had the urge to open the door only after he had finished his business.

Cen Lingyi helped him put on his outer robe and handed him the belt and jade belt hook: "Tie it yourself."

She hadn't even fastened her own frog buttons yet.

For some reason, I felt like I was being caught in bed with a woman, which was incredibly shameful.

With a rustling sound, the two finally got dressed.

"alright."

Cen Lingyi straightened her skirt, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up to see Yan Chenghui staring intently at her.

She frowned, looking at him with some confusion. Was there another problem?

Under his gaze, she slowly raised her hand.

My hair...

She only realized what was happening when her fingertips touched her hair.

Her hair had long since come undone.

"Could you do this for me..."

She blurted out her request to him.

She paused the moment she spoke.

She was confused, thinking she had returned to the past.

Yan Chenghui gazed at her, his eyes growing increasingly intense.

A few strands of dark hair clung to the pink-haired girl's sweaty forehead, like pearls glowing with a halo. Her lips were red and moist, as if in the moonlight. Her wet eyes were like obsidian soaked in water, revealing a hint of sensuality.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He stepped forward, embraced her, and kissed her again...