Nong Nu Jiao

The brand-new dress had only been on her body for a short time before it gradually fell to the ground.

"It's cold, I need to go to the inner palace..."

Cen Lingyi hugged herself, twisted her body to try to get rid of Yan Chenghui, and then spoke softly.

She was still making a last-ditch effort.

In broad daylight, Yun Que and the others were right at the door.

Separated by only one door, even a slightly loud noise would be heard by others.

Yan Chenghui really doesn't care about anything anymore.

"It won't be cold in a little while."

Yan Chenghui's gaze fell on her, and he grasped her slender ankle.

Cen Lingyi kicked him desperately, but in the struggle, he kissed her genitals.

The pen holder and hand warmer on the desk fell to the ground one after another, and no one paid any attention to them. The brush washer was also overturned, and the open books were wet, turning the originally clear ink characters into a blurry black mess.

Cen Lingyi, like the book, collapsed into a ball, no longer able to maintain the upright and spirited posture she had just displayed.

"Didn't you need water-ground ink?"

Yan Chenghui shoved the small cup into her hand, his voice hoarse.

"You...shameless..."

Cen Lingyi gritted her teeth and cursed him.

"Yes."

Yan Chenghui ate the tears on her face.

So what if he's shameless?

He wanted her to stay by his side, and no one could take her away from him. She could never leave him again!

No matter how much she hates him, no matter what means she has to use, he will never let go again.

He liked her like this: soft, obedient, and irresistible to him.

Listen to him carefully, stay by his side, and don't have anyone else on your mind.

Is it really that hard to do?

Cen Lingyi got off the desk and was forced to turn her back to him.

He embraced her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Didn't I tell you to grind the ink?"

Cen Lingyi gripped the ink stick; no, she could barely hold it.

He held her hand and guided her to grind the ink bit by bit.

She felt so hot, her face was burning, and she was so ashamed she felt like she was melting.

She wished she could melt away, become a gust of wind, a puddle of water, fall under the desk, seep into the cracks in the floor, and disappear completely.

In this way, she could escape him, no longer be caught by him, no longer be tormented by him, and no longer be humiliated by him.

Do you still want his inkstone and ink stick?

We can't have it anymore, we absolutely can't have it anymore!

Even this desk is unusable!

Finally, he released her hand, and the ink stick fell down with a "thud".

The ink in the inkstone was ground to perfection, its color a glossy black, with a layer of watery sheen on the surface, and a warm, moist ink halo rippled out as the desk swayed.

"What should I write?"

Yan Chenghui picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and the tip of the brush landed lightly on her shoulder blade.

"A puppy? A silver-haired woman?"

Yan Chenghui chuckled softly, his lips lightly touching her earlobe as he watched her wet eyelashes droop pitifully.

"Then you'll become a woman who sleeps with her husband."

Cen Lingyi was embarrassed and annoyed, and turned around to scold him with a red face.

Why does he speak so rudely!

It was him who was clinging to her, not the other way around.

What gives him the right to say that about her?

"Perfect match, a match made in heaven."

Yan Chenghui laughed again, grabbed the back of her neck, and quickly wrote with the pen in his hand.

She belongs to him.

He could control her firmly, imprison her, and keep her within his sight.

She can forget about running away again!

Cen Lingyi tried to resist, but he held her down with one hand, pressing her face against the desk.

The open book was right in front of me, the ink stains making it even more illegible.

The tip of the purple-tipped brush landed on her shoulder blade, writing rapidly, tickling her and making the hairs on her body stand on end.

Her tears streamed down her face, falling onto the desk and forming small puddles.

Yan Chenghui's personality changed more than just drastically.

This is absolutely earth-shattering, a complete reversal of fortune!

"Jiaojiao, what are we doing right now?"

Yan Chenghui bit her ear and asked her breathlessly.

Cen Lingyi bit her lip and turned her head away from him as much as possible.

madman!

He wasn't like this before.

How did he become like this?

Why are you shaking?

Yan Chenghui didn't care whether she answered or not, he just kept asking her questions.

He picked her up.

He liked to hold her.

If only I could hold her all the time, never be separated from her for a moment, let her cling to me, and take her with me wherever I go.

That way, she won't be able to escape.

He stared at her sweat-drenched face, his gaze deep and crazed.

He wanted to devour her piece by piece, to roll her up into a ball, to stuff her into his heart, and to make her a part of him.

That way, he would never have to worry about her leaving him again.

"I'm dying... Yan Chenghui... save me..."

Cen Lingyi could barely hold on.

In her hazy state, she subconsciously called out his name.

In her deepest memories, he was her great hero, the one who would hold up the sky for her even if it fell, the one who would never leave her for all eternity.

Yan Chenghui...

Help me...

No, please let me go...

"Jiaojiao, hold me tight, I'll save you."

Yan Chenghui kissed her face repeatedly, tasting her tears, sweat, and coral beads...

She regained consciousness.

The person who wanted him dead was the very person she had been calling out to save.

She was confused; she couldn't think straight...

Yan Chenghui's lips pressed against the back of her ear.

Cen Lingyi exclaimed in surprise, her hazy eyes suddenly widening.

You can't touch the area behind her ears.

He knew, and only he knew.

He wanted to torture her to death, torturing her in public and even more so in private.

Her tears streamed down her face, falling everywhere.

"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, my dear Jiaojiao..."

Yan Chenghui called her name repeatedly and carried her from the main hall to the inner hall.

The journey was bumpy.

Jiaojiao was too exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

I'm so tired, so very tired. I feel completely drained.

She had a dream.

In her dream, she found herself in a secluded valley, surrounded by a light mist, with a stream flowing gently and colorful wildflowers blooming everywhere.

Like a dream.

"So beautiful."

In this world, she runs, spins, and is free.

Huge boulders, the size of pebbles, fell continuously from the sky, slowly enclosing a small, enclosed world around her.

She couldn't move, her body enveloped in a lingering, oppressive feeling that was hard to describe and impossible to break free from.

In the blink of an eye, the boulder became ferocious, crashing down with the force to smash everything.

The surrounding mist, blooming wildflowers, and babbling brooks were all shattered...

Cen Lingyi suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw Yan Chenghui's handsome face flushed slightly, right in front of her.

Incredibly close.

"Jiaojiao is awake."

Yan Chenghui pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hitting her face.

"You beast, I hate you, I hate you to death!"

Tears welled up in Cen Lingyi's eyes. In her shame and anger, she scratched and clawed at him with all her might.

She fell asleep, but he woke her up again. He wouldn't even let her go while she was sleeping!

What else could it be but a beast?

"Put in a little more effort."

Yan Chenghui was neither bothered nor bothered.

Enraged, Cen Lingyi bit down on his shoulder, her teeth digging deep into his skin.

She tasted saltiness, the taste of fresh blood, his blood.

She still wouldn't give in, stubbornly holding on, trying to vent the grievances in her heart.

We should bite him to death.

"Doesn't Jiaojiao like it too?"

Yan Chenghui noticed the stinging pain in his shoulder, but instead felt happy.

Bite, bite, suck his blood dry, tear off his flesh, and swallow his bones.

That way, he would be carrying her child.

They're connected now, aren't they?

"Who likes it!"

Cen Lingyi retorted.

Yan Chenghui raised his hand to wipe away her tears and presented his wet hand to her.

"If you don't like it, why are you crying like this?"

Yan Chenghui's voice was hoarse, and he became even more fierce.

"I don't like being with you."

Cen Lingyi bit her lip and managed to utter a few words with difficulty.

She was annoyed, but unable to resist, so she could only use words to provoke him.

This was tantamount to a provocation for Yan Chenghui.

"Then make sure you like me."

Yan Chenghui gritted his teeth and said no more.

When Cen Lingyi woke up again, the sun was already setting.

The inner palace was quiet and deserted.

Cen Lingyi threw off the covers and got out of bed, her movements slowed by the aches and pains all over her body.

Despite her discomfort, she quickly dressed and opened the door to the inner chamber.

Yan Chenghui was not in the main hall, and his desk was tidied up and restored to normal.

She breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of Mingde Hall with a somewhat awkward gait, heading back to the side hall.

Thankfully he wasn't there; she didn't want to see him at all right now.

"aunt."

In the side hall, the maids all bowed to her.

Hearing the noise, Lingzhi led Yan Huaijiao to the threshold: "Miss, you're back!"

"mother!"

Yan Huaijiao hurriedly walked towards Cen Lingyi.

"Um."

Cen Lingyi nodded and stepped forward.

"Mommy, hug me."

Yan Huaijiao grabbed her skirt, tilted her little face up, and asked for a hug.

"Baby……"

Cen Lingyi leaned against the door frame, looking down at the little guy's face.

She wanted to hug her son, but she simply didn't have the strength.

Yan Chenghui was like a mad dog; he drained all her strength, leaving her feeling as if she had been run over by a carriage several times, her body aching and sore.

Her lower abdomen was especially painful; her waist felt like it didn't belong to her anymore, making it incredibly difficult to lift Yan Huaijiao.

"Your Highness, your wet nurse isn't feeling well. Would you like Lingzhi to hold you?"

Lingzhi noticed her discomfort and bent down to pick up Yan Huaijiao.

"girl."

Zhu Sha came out of the palace and hurriedly went to help Cen Lingyi.

"Did His Highness make you kneel until now?"

Lingzhi followed them inside, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at Cen Lingyi, and she couldn't help but ask.

She had heard everything from Zhu Sha about what happened at Yunxiang Courtyard, and she had been angry all day.

"Um."

Cen Lingyi blushed and nodded without saying anything more.

She couldn't explain why she was so weak.

Then say that Yan Chenghui made her kneel as punishment. Anyway, he did punish her, so it's not like he's wronging her.

"Your Highness is too cruel and unreasonable..."

Lingzhi was so angry that her eyes turned red.

Be careful what you say.

Cen Lingyi interrupted her.

Now, she is in a difficult situation.

If someone overhears Lingzhi's words and complains to Yan Chenghui, she will be even less able to protect Lingzhi.

"Yes."

Lingzhi realized she had spoken out of turn.

"Please prepare some hot water for me to take a bath."

Cen Lingyi entered the bedroom, leaned against the soft couch, and slowly inhaled to calm her aches and pains.

"Young lady, shall I help you with your bath?"

Zhu Sha tested the water temperature, and the sound came from the bathhouse.

"No need, you may all leave." Cen Lingyi touched her son's little face: "The wet nurse will stay with His Highness after her bath."

After sending everyone away, she walked to the dressing table, took off her clothes, and turned her back to the bronze mirror.

She remembered the time he wrote on her back.

They even spouted the nonsense that "good water makes good ink."

What did he write on her back?

Are those really the two words he said?

She turned her head and looked into the bronze mirror.