Nong Nu Jiao

Cen Lingyi struggled fiercely.

However, there was a huge disparity between the two in both size and strength.

How could she possibly be his match?

He easily grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pressed them above her head, while his other hand pinched her chin and kissed her passionately and wildly.

She tried to bite him, but he noticed and pinched her cheek with his fingertips, forcing her to open her lips.

She was powerless against his frenzied onslaught.

Yan Chenghui only released her slightly when she became dizzy from lack of oxygen and could hardly breathe.

Even so, his kisses never left her, falling softly and densely like raindrops on her cheeks and neck...

Cen Lingyi gasped for breath and struggled to kick him with her still relatively free legs.

Her eyes were red and brimming with tears, her voice trembling: "Yan Chenghui, I hate you, I despise you..."

"Then let's hate, let's sink together, let's die together!"

Yan Chenghui stared at her, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and hate, turning a deep crimson.

How could he not hate her?

She had already abandoned him once.

Don't even think about abandoning him again.

No matter if it's Song Mingchi, Lu Huaiyou, or anyone else, they can't take her away from him!

So what if she doesn't have him in her heart?

He wanted to keep her confined in the Eastern Palace and by his side for the rest of his life!

"If you want to die, die yourself!"

Enraged, Cen Lingyi suddenly looked up and bit his neck.

Who wants to die with him?

She wanted to live, to live well, to take care of her son as he grew up, and to see her parents and family again.

She didn't want to die.

Yan Chenghui grunted and retaliated by biting her collarbone.

"It hurts, it hurts... Yan Chenghui, are you a dog?"

Cen Lingyi burst into tears and clenched her fists, hitting him desperately.

Yan Chenghui chuckled softly.

Cen Lingyi froze, like a kitten whose neck had been grabbed, her body going limp.

His hands are extremely beautiful.

The finger bones are long, even, and clean with a cool, white color.

She had seen his hands before; he had once held a soft purple wolf-hair brush, his strokes powerful and vigorous.

She had also seen his hands; he used to make tea and arrange flowers in his spare time, creating a serene and elegant atmosphere in the room.

His hands had once gently tucked her in her warm clothes and blankets, cooked her warm meals, and brushed away stray hairs from her temples, giving her the most tender and delicate care.

"Who is this jade thumb ring for?"

He asked her slowly and deliberately.

Cen Lingyi swallowed hard, biting her lip and remaining silent, her eyelashes trembling.

Yan Chenghui wasn't angry; he leaned over and kissed her on the corner of her lips.

He wore the jade thumb ring on his finger and warmed it for a while, letting it absorb a trace of his warmth.

It has a delicate texture, a slightly cool feel, and a smooth, slippery feel.

"It was... chosen for you..."

Cen Lingyi gasped, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant, but ultimately yielded through her tears.

Otherwise, he would go even further.

"So good, I like it very much."

As if rewarding her, Yan Chenghui kissed her again.

"madman!"

Cen Lingyi turned her head away, her eyes brimming with tears as she scolded him.

The two tormented each other, their breaths clashing, in another long and drawn-out struggle.

She resisted, he held her captive.

She dodged, he pursued.

He had plenty of time and patience to gradually wear down her stubbornness and swallow her grievances.

I don't know how much time passed.

The pulling within the bed curtains gradually subsided.

Cen Lingyi was exhausted and slumped into the bedding. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes were red and moist, and her whole body was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

She had exhausted all her strength, leaving only a feeling of shame and bitterness.

Yan Chenghui stared down at her, his hostility fading, leaving only a hint of darkness and lingering warmth in his eyes.

After a moment, Cen Lingyi pushed him away, grabbed her tattered undergarment to cover herself haphazardly, and was about to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

Yan Chenghui grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Cen Lingyi nudged him, somewhat anxiously.

She didn't want to get pregnant.

There was no contraceptive soup to drink, so I could only hurry up and take a bath.

"Are you looking down on me?"

Yan Chenghui's expression darkened, and he gripped her hand even tighter.

She married Lu Huaiyou, had children with him, and was entangled with Song Mingchi, yet he never looked down on her.

He's never been with anyone else, yet she still dislikes him?

"Didn't Your Highness despise this servant?" Cen Lingyi glanced at him, then quickly looked away. "But now, Your Highness is dirty too."

She turned her head away to look elsewhere, her earlobes as red as a piece of translucent jade.

He didn't even bother to put on some clothes to cover himself. He just sat there so brazenly, without any shame. How could he possibly act like the Crown Prince?

"I only charge interest."

Yan Chenghui was not annoyed and continued to hold her hand tightly.

This is what she owes him.

"Let go of me, I need to take a shower."

Cen Lingyi pulled her wrist back.

"My things are still on you and haven't been taken out."

Yan Chenghui pulled her closer, his tone ambiguous.

"no."

Cen Lingyi tried to shake off his hand and run away.

She was in a hurry to take a bath, and also in a hurry to throw away the jade thumb ring.

He just used a jade thumb ring... and that jade thumb ring is still there...

Is it still safe to keep?

It definitely can't be kept; it needs to be thrown away immediately.

"There's really nowhere on you to hide."

Yan Chenghui glanced at her from head to toe, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"you……"

Cen Lingyi was extremely embarrassed and angry, and couldn't bring herself to scold him.

She looked like she'd been pulled out of a steamer, her skin flushed pink from the heat.

"You said yourself that it was chosen for me, are you trying to renege on your promise?"

Yan Chenghui leaned closer and grabbed her waist.

"Yan Chenghui, you are shameless and despicable!"

Cen Lingyi struggled and cursed at him.

Yan Chenghui leaned down and kissed her, biting her lower lip.

"Let me go, are you a dog?"

Cen Lingyi cursed him in a muffled manner.

The world spun before her eyes, and she knelt on the bedding, her two slender arms pulled behind her back by him.

"That's how you act like a puppy."

Yan Chenghui whispered hoarsely, his lips close to her ear, nibbling at her slender shoulder.

"You're the one who bites, you're the dog."

Cen Lingyi cried and cursed him, tears streaming down her face.

"Yes, we are all dogs."

Yan Chenghui laughed instead.

After all that fuss, it was lunchtime.

Cen Lingyi was hungry and tired, curled up in the corner of the bed, and had no strength left to get up and take a bath.

Yan Chenghui fiddled with the jade thumb ring, put it on the thumb of his left hand, and raised his hand to examine it closely.

"Good taste, suited to my solitary lifestyle."

His tone was calm and indifferent.

The jade thumb ring had just been lifted from the clear water. Water droplets rolled slowly down its rounded shape, and the jade surface was adorned with fine water shimmer. It was translucent and white, full of water, as if shrouded in a layer of hazy moonlight, looking even softer and fuller than before.

"Give it back to me!"

Cen Lingyi was both angry and ashamed, and tried to snatch it away.

Her face flushed red, she was so embarrassed that she couldn't care less about anything else and just wanted to snatch the jade thumb ring and throw it away as soon as possible.

Where can I still wear this jade thumb ring?

"There's no reason to take back something that's been given away."

Yan Chenghui gently pulled his hand back to avoid her movement.

"I didn't give this to you!"

Cen Lingyi was so angry that she blurted it out.

"Who is it for?"

Yan Chenghui raised his dark eyes and stared at her, his gaze slightly somber.

"It's for you."

Cen Lingyi quickly changed her mind, shrank back to the corner of the bed, and pulled the quilt over herself.

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid.

Yan Chenghui gave a soft hum and got out of bed.

Yan Chenghui stood by the bed and slowly put his clothes back on, one by one.

The bedroom fell silent, save for the rustling sound of his clothes rubbing against each other.

Cen Lingyi stared at his hand as he fastened his belt; the jade thumb ring on his hand was truly glaring.

She hesitated for a long time, until he was about to leave, before she spoke softly, her tone unusually pleading: "Give it back to me, I'll choose another one for you another day."

He wouldn't really want to wear that jade thumb ring.

It was a deliberate act of humiliation.

She thought that if she softened her stance, he would return the jade thumb ring to her.

"I like this one."

Yan Chenghui fastened his jade belt hook, straightened his clothes, and gave her a leisurely glance.

After putting on his clothes, he regained his usual indifference, still the refined and noble crown prince, completely different from before.

A beast in human clothing.

Cen Lingyi turned her head away and cursed him in her heart.

Yan Chenghui strode out, but turned back at the door and warned in a low voice, "Don't buy Song Mingchi anything again, or else..."

He gave her a deep, meaningful look.

"Get out!"

A pillow hit him.

Cen Lingyi was both ashamed and angry. She was so angry that she almost lost her mind and grabbed a pillow to throw at him.

Yan Chenghui glanced at the pillow lying at his feet, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

After he left, Cen Lingyi sulked for a while, then cheered herself up, took a bath, changed into her undergarments, and hurriedly tidied up the bed.

Remembering that Lingzhi had asked her what smelled like in the room last time, she got up, her legs trembling, and went over to open the window to let in some fresh air.

It was lunchtime, and Huai Jiao should have been impatient by now.

Sure enough, she had only been sitting down for a short while when Lingzhi returned carrying Yan Huaijiao.

"Mother, mother!"

As soon as Yan Huaijiao saw Cen Lingyi, she waved her little hands and rushed towards her, eagerly wanting a hug.

"Come."

When Cen Lingyi saw her son, all her exhaustion and heartache vanished, and she smiled as she reached out to take him from her.

"It's so cold, why are you opening the window, young lady?"

Lingzhi looked around, then went over and closed the window.

"Let it get some fresh air."

Cen Lingyi lowered her head and raised her hand to tease her son.

"The heating on the floor has made it much warmer." Lingzhi turned to look at her: "Shall we set out a meal?"

"Um."

Cen Lingyi nodded, picked up her son, and left the bedroom.

Lingzhi went to fetch lunch and placed a few simple dishes on the table in the side hall.

Among them were several small dishes that were Yan Huaijiao's lunch: millet and yam porridge, tender pumpkin puree, steamed sea bass pieces, very tender minced lean meat, and a small amount of tangerine pulp.

"After we eat, I'll sleep with him for a while."

Cen Lingyi fed the little guy a spoonful of porridge.

"it is good."

Lingzhi glanced at her.

She knew that His Highness had spent half a day in the side hall and kept everyone outside, so she wanted to ask the young lady if she was alright.

But seeing the girl's expression, he hesitated for a moment and still didn't speak.

The girl looked to be in good health, with a rosy complexion and sparkling eyes, but she also looked very tired, as if she was exhausted.

She vaguely understood matters between men and women, but the girl was strong-willed, and she was afraid that asking too many questions would hurt her feelings.

Never mind, let's not ask anymore.

"I'll cook...eat it."

Yan Huaijiao and Cen Lingyi were fighting over a spoon.

He wants to eat it himself.

"Can you?"

Cen Lingyi chuckled and let go, watching him awkwardly poke the spoon into the bowl.

"Your Highness, let me do it."

Lingzhi wanted to take the spoon and feed Huaijiao.

"Let him do it himself."

Cen Lingyi held the bowl on the table and let Yan Huaijiao pok at it with a spoon.

He's so old, it's the perfect time for him to do things himself, so we should let him learn.

There was a little pumpkin puree on the spoon, and before it even reached Yan Huaijiao's mouth, she opened her little mouth from afar, waving her hand around, getting it all over her nose and mouth.

Cen Lingyi and Lingzhi couldn't help but laugh at his adorable appearance.

Seeing them laugh, Yan Huaijiao grinned along, revealing a few small, white baby teeth.

"Cen Lingyi, get out here right now!"

Sun Peihuan's shout shattered the harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

"Miss, it's Consort Sun."

Upon hearing this, Lingzhi became nervous.

"Don't be afraid." Cen Lingyi handed Yan Huaijiao over to her: "Take good care of the young prince."

She frowned and looked towards the door. Why was Sun Peihuan suddenly rushing into the side hall like this?

Sun Peihuan, dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked quickly, the jade pendants at her waist clinking crisply, and rushed straight to Cen Lingyi.

"I have met Liangyuan."

Cen Lingyi stood up and calmly curtsied.

"Cen Lingyi, you despicable thing, what have you done?"

Without saying a word, Sun Peihuan grabbed her collar.

Cen Lingyi's clothes were loose, revealing teeth marks on her collarbone, a dense mix of blue and red, full of ambiguous traces.