Nong Nu Jiao

Several struggles were in vain. Cen Lingyi was completely exhausted. She braced her feet on his shoulders, her breathing was disordered, her face was burning uncontrollably, and tears were streaming down her face.

She gripped his hair tightly, her only stubbornness being biting her lip, refusing to utter a sound.

"It was just a kiss, why are you crying like this in two different places?"

Yan Chenghui's eyes were red at the corners, and he spoke slowly and deliberately in a hoarse voice, kissing her gently as he approached her.

"I...I'm thirsty..."

Upon hearing his words and noticing the wet patches on his nose and chin, Cen Lingyi blushed deeply, almost melting in embarrassment, and turned her head away from him.

He's so shameless to say such things so openly.

She was flustered and made up an excuse.

"Did Jiaojiao not want to see the peonies on the brocade quilt dry, so she watered them so much...?"

Yan Chenghui's wet lips pressed against her ear, his breath hot as he spoke.

Cen Lingyi shrank back to avoid him, her words slurred: "I...I said I'm thirsty...I want some water..."

Why is he like this now?

Dirty, dirty, dirty!

He had never done this before. He was the most respectful and accommodating person to her, never going against her wishes, and certainly never saying such things.

Tears streamed down her face. She realized he had said it on purpose, to humiliate her and make her feel utterly ashamed.

He did it.

"I'm full, and I don't want to leave you thirsty..."

Yan Chenghui gently nibbled at her bright red earlobe with his teeth for a moment before getting up to pour her some water.

What kind of nonsense is that? It's utterly shameless!

Cen Lingyi cursed him in her heart, sat up, put her bare feet on the ground, picked up his outer garment and wrapped it around herself before running into the inner room.

Behind this bedroom is a small bathhouse, which is used for bathing.

She could escape if she ran inside and bolted the door.

But fate had other plans. She had only run a few steps when a large hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her back onto the bed.

Yan Chenghui grabbed the back of her neck, buried her face in the pillow, and slapped her waist and buttocks mercilessly.

"Run once, shoot ten times, then keep running!"

He gritted his teeth, his tone harsh.

Cen Lingyi was both angry and ashamed, and struggled to raise her hand to hit him randomly.

She's not a child, why does he hit her like that every time?

She was so angry with him that she went all out, raising both feet to kick him with all her might.

Caught completely off guard, Yan Chenghui was kicked back two steps by her.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Cen Lingyi got out of bed barefoot again, still wanting to run away.

She didn't want to do that kind of thing with him again, or she'd be bedridden for a long time.

He's really gone too far!

How could Yan Chenghui give her a chance to escape?

He stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms from behind.

Cen Lingyi struggled several times, but gradually lost her strength.

Yan Chenghui held her in front of him, and whispered breathlessly in her ear from behind, "So Jiaojiao likes this..."

Their hair was disheveled and tangled together, making it impossible to tell them apart.

"You, you're shameless..."

Cen Lingyi couldn't control her instinctive reaction; she cried and cursed at him at the same time.

Yan Chenghui could still stroll leisurely with her.

Only Cen Lingyi was in a state of chaos, curled up in his arms, looking pitiful.

After letting him do whatever he wanted for a long time, the two finally returned to bed.

Yan Chenghui looked down at her from his high position, his eyes as dark as ink.

Her thick hair was scattered messily on the pillow, and she was so exhausted that she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Her complexion looked better; her face was flushed, and her eyes were misty with tears, reflecting both lingering humiliation and exhaustion.

She bit her lip and turned her face away, unwilling to look at him.

Yan Chenghui stared at her, motionless.

He wanted more.

One time is far from enough.

"Your Highness should leave now."

Cen Lingyi noticed something was wrong with him and coldly reminded him, struggling but unable to push him away.

Yan Chenghui gave a soft hum, neither speaking nor moving.

"What if I get pregnant?"

Cen Lingyi frowned, somewhat annoyed, and asked him.

She gets a headache just thinking about getting pregnant.

She carried him for ten months and gave birth to Huai Jiao, but she couldn't protect him. She was filled with anxiety and fear for so long before she finally found him.

Only she knows the hardships she endured.

Fortunately, Huaijiao is safe and sound. She is beautiful, cute, intelligent, and a sweet baby.

Having Huai Jiao as her only child is enough for her in this life; given her current situation, it's really not suitable for her to have another child.

She couldn't imagine that she, with her big pregnant belly, would have to outwit and outmaneuver Xia Qinghe and Sun Peihuan.

If those people knew she was pregnant with his child, wouldn't they want to eat her?

She won't have the stamina to keep up then.

No, she absolutely cannot get pregnant!

"The longer the traffic jam lasts, the easier it is to get something."

Yan Chenghui stared at her profile, his eyes swirling with anger.

Can she give birth to other people's children but not his?

He insisted that she give birth.

"I don't want to have children anymore... Yan Chenghui, you bastard..."

Cen Lingyi was furious and extremely ashamed, so she clenched her fists and punched him with all her might.

How could he treat her like that?

If she gets pregnant, her life will only get worse than it is now.

"If you don't want to have an orphan child, whose child would you want? Song Mingchi's?"

Yan Chenghui grabbed her wrist, staring intently at her.

"I don't want to have any of their children."

Cen Lingyi struggled to push his hand away, frowned and glared at him, rubbing her wrist which he had pinched so hard, and spoke angrily.

She can barely take care of herself, why would she want to have a child?

He's having hysteria; he keeps asking these questions.

baffling!

When she got angry, her eyes and brows suddenly became much more lively.

Yan Chenghui's brow relaxed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "After you've bathed, go help out at Consort Sun's place."

"I'm not going."

Cen Lingyi turned her face away again.

"Cen Lingyi".

Yan Chenghui's expression turned cold as he addressed her by her full name, his tone carrying a warning.

"Then execute me."

Cen Lingyi simply closed her eyes.

I really want to kill you.

Yan Chenghui stared at her sickly face, gritting his teeth.

Cen Lingyi's long eyelashes trembled, and blood welled up in her face again, as if she had applied a layer of fine rouge.

She certainly understood the implication in his words.

Besides, he... is still inside.

"Cen Lingyi".

Yan Chenghui suddenly called her name again, his tone devoid of emotion.

Cen Lingyi hesitated for a few moments before opening her dark eyes and looking at him.

She instinctively sensed that he seemed about to say something unpleasant.

Sure enough, Yan Chenghui pinched her chin, forcing her to turn her face to face him.

He said calmly, "You're not afraid of death, but you should at least think about Cen Wanrou and that bastard child you had, right?"

Upon hearing his words, Cen Lingyi's eyes immediately reddened, and she stared at his chest heaving.

He was threatening her.

They threatened her with the lives of her second sister and Cen Chiyao.

That bastard, how utterly despicable!

How did he become like this?

"Think about it carefully."

Yan Chenghui slowly withdrew.

Cen Lingyi pushed him away, pulled the quilt over herself, and turned her back to him, saying, "I'll go this afternoon."

She couldn't possibly disregard her second sister's life or death.

Although Cen Chiyao was not her child, the child was still so young and was also a life. She would not stand by and watch him suffer.

As for Sun Peihuan, she wasn't too difficult to deal with.

After Yan Chenghui left, she hid under the covers and cried for a while. Then she got out of bed, gathered up the undergarments he had torn, and planned to throw them away quietly later to avoid being seen.

Then, she took another set of undergarments from the wardrobe and went into the bathing room.

Only then could I take a closer look at my body, which was covered in bruises, finger marks, teeth marks, and handprints...

To beat her like that, Yan Chenghui is a beast!

She gritted her teeth and cursed, enduring the aches and pains all over her body as she took a shower, put on her undergarments, and sat on the edge of the bed to dry her hair.

"Miss, the young prince wants to take a nap and is asking to see you."

Lingzhi carried Yan Huaijiao into the bedroom.

"Mother, mother."

Yan Huaijiao called out to Cen Lingyi in a childish voice, stretching out her two little hands from afar, wanting her to hold her.

Cen Lingyi put down the long towel in her hand, reached out and took the little one, a smile appearing on her face.

The grievances and resentment I felt earlier dissipated almost entirely the moment I saw Huai Jiao's small face.

"Girl, why is the ground all wet?"

Lingzhi noticed the water stains on the ground and, not understanding why, asked a rather strange question.

Cen Lingyi's face turned bright red, and she couldn't find a reasonable excuse for a moment. She touched Yan Huaijiao's little head and stood there speechless.

It's all that shameless bastard Yan Chenghui's fault. He carried her around the bedroom, making a mess of everything.

Now it's all good!

"You're taking a shower here?"

Lingzhi didn't think much of it and came up with a reasonable explanation herself.

"Um."

Cen Lingyi nodded, gave a vague reply, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lingzhi sniffed the air, frowned, and said, "Strange, why does this room have a strange smell?"

"Could you help me dry my hair? I need to go see Sun Liangyuan this afternoon."

Cen Lingyi blushed furiously at her question.

Fortunately, Lingzhi had never been married and didn't know much about matters between men and women; otherwise, she would have definitely peeled off her own face and stuffed it into her sleeve.

"it is good."

Lingzhi stopped worrying about the smell and went over to wipe her hair.

Cen Lingyi then laid Yan Huaijiao flat in her arms and gently patted him to lull him to sleep.

"The young lady looks much better; this is all thanks to His Highness."

Lingzhi was delighted to see that Cen Lingyi's face had regained its color.

Cen Lingyi forced a smile but didn't say anything.

Only after Lingzhi mentioned it did she realize that her physical strength had indeed recovered considerably.

She thought that after being tormented by Yan Chenghui, her hard-won spirits would be dampened. But to her surprise, they weren't; in fact, she seemed more energetic than before.

He must have been angered by Yan Chenghui!

"Young lady, have you really agreed to go to Consort Sun's place as promised by His Highness?"

Lingzhi glanced at Yan Huaijiao, whose eyes were already closed, and asked in a low voice with some concern.

"He is His Highness the Crown Prince, how could I refuse?"

Cen Lingyi lowered her long eyelashes, her expression somber.

She recalled the threatening words Yan Chenghui had just spoken to her.

"What should we do then? Miss, shall we go and beg the Crown Princess for help?"

Lingzhi paused in her work and quickly offered her advice.

Unbeknownst to her, Xia Qinghe also harbored deep malice towards Cen Lingyi.

"Do you think the Crown Princess will side with me?"

Cen Lingyi gave a bitter smile.

Lingzhi's mind is still too simple.

"What do you mean by that, young lady?"

Lingzhi was stunned upon hearing this.

Could it be that the Crown Princess also has feelings for the young lady...?

"There are no simple people in this Eastern Palace. You can't trust anyone from now on." Cen Lingyi patted her hand. "By the way, what happened to the Crown Princess's illness? Tell me in detail."

A few days ago, she was so sick that she seemed to have lost her soul. Lingzhi told her about what was happening in the East Palace every day, but she didn't listen to a word.

"I heard from them that the Crown Princess claimed to be ill, but actually she was beaten up when she went to the temple to burn incense on the fifteenth."

Lingzhi lowered her voice and said mysteriously.

"She was hit?" Cen Lingyi frowned. "Who hit her?"

"Who knows? They say His Highness has sent people to investigate."

Lingzhi shook her head.

After thinking for a moment, Cen Lingyi understood: "Go and tell Lan Hua, who is by Sun Liangyuan's side, that I want to see her."

She immediately guessed that sending someone to take action against Xia Qinghe was the work of Sun Peihuan, that straightforward person.

It's likely that Sun Peihuan learned that Xia Qing and Xu were behind the fire at Fahua Temple.

She also planned to use this incident to incite Sun Peihuan to take action against Xia Qinghe.

Unlike Sun Peihuan, who was so easy to deal with, he took action before she could even speak.

She could simply get leverage over Sun Peihuan from the orchid.