Nong Nu Jiao

Yan Chenghui abruptly stopped, and the anger that had just subsided surged back up.

Does she really want him to be with someone else?

He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent mixed with a faint aroma of wine. The anger in his heart did not diminish at all; on the contrary, her words stung and hurt him.

Cen Lingyi shifted, trying to take the opportunity to get rid of him.

But how could they possibly succeed?

Yan Chenghui held her tightly in his arms, his voice low and hoarse, his teeth clenched: "I've had too much to drink, and my mind is unsteady. Qin Luoshui is delicate and frail, and this is her first time. If I get close to her while drunk, I might lose my composure and hurt her."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cabin fell silent, and Cen Lingyi's hand, which had been pressing against his chest, lost its strength.

Yan Chenghui felt uneasy.

Only after he said it did he realize that it was somewhat inappropriate.

But then she thought about how she had tried so hard to push him to someone else, and her anger overcame her unease.

Cen Lingyi stood there, frozen.

His words pierced her heart like a sharp, icy blade, chilling her to the bone.

More than a month later, he finally came to find her.

On the very night the newlyweds entered the Eastern Palace, he rode out of the city on horseback to find her.

She thought that even if he hated her, he would still have a place for her in his heart.

So that's why he came to see her!

The last vestiges of warmth and excitement in her heart were completely extinguished by his words.

He wasn't nostalgic, emotional, or unable to let go of the past.

He only came to find her reluctantly because he was afraid of getting drunk and hurting Qin Luoshui.

What is she?

An object, a trinket? A way for him to vent his anger without restraint, without caring about her feelings, whenever he thinks of it?

"You're drunk, let me go!"

A mix of resentment and bitterness, along with anger, surged within her. Her eyes reddened, and she struggled fiercely, pounding on him like a madwoman.

She struggled, using all her strength to stand up, trying to break free from his embrace.

What exactly does he consider her to be?

"You won't escape again!"

Yan Chenghui, like a shadow, also stood up.

He put his arm around her waist, which was barely a hand's breadth away.

He grabbed her collar and ripped it off. Her clothes slipped down, revealing her delicate, fair shoulders.

Cen Lingyi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Yan Chenghui did not allow her to back down in the slightest, and his actions were forceful and domineering.

He knelt on one knee in front of her.

The kisses were filled with anger, running from head to toe, not wanting to miss a single spot.

"Yan Chenghui, you...you're not human..."

Cen Lingyi scolded him, but then she couldn't help but start crying.

She struggled incessantly until all her muscles and bones were removed, leaving her completely immobile. She was so weak that she almost collapsed while holding onto the boat awning.

"If I'm not human, then what about Jiaojiao? Is Jiaojiao like me?"

He finally stood up, pinched her chin, and gently kissed her lips with a delighted expression.

He liked her the way she was; she became this way because of him.

This thought caused all his anger to dissipate.

Cen Lingyi was turned around with her feet dangling in the air, facing away from him.

She placed her toes on his toes, but her heels couldn't touch the ground.

"Jiaojiao..."

He sighed softly.

Her face flushed red and then turned pale. She gripped his arm tightly, and if she loosened her grip even slightly, she would fall down!

Tears flowed like a spring, endlessly falling.

The ground was full of potholes, making it almost impossible to find a place to step.

"Jiaojiao, is the boat damaged?"

Yan Chenghui put his arm around her waist, whispered in her ear with a husky voice, and chuckled softly.

Cen Lingyi's dark eyes were misty, glistening with a layer of water, as she turned to look at him with her flushed face.

She met his deep red eyes.

He chuckled softly again: "Otherwise, how could so much water have leaked?"

Cen Lingyi was both ashamed and angry, and turned around to hit him.

Instead of backing down, he turned her around so that she was facing him and offered her face to him.

"Snapped!"

A clear slap rang out; Cen Lingyi had indeed slapped him.

She hated him to death.

He humiliated her like that!

"Again."

Yan Chenghui was aroused by her beating, so he pulled her hand and pressed it tightly against his face.

Her hands were cool, just like the day he confessed his feelings to her, and they pressed against his face, bringing him a sense of comfort.

"Yan Chenghui, I hate you, I despise you..."

With tears streaming down her face, Cen Lingyi hit him several more times.

But she didn't have much strength to begin with, let alone in this situation.

Slapping someone can even be interpreted as flirting, making the atmosphere more intimate and ambiguous, and creating a complicated situation.

"My dear Jiaojiao, hate me, despise me."

Yan Chenghui embraced her tightly.

It's much better than leaving him or abandoning him.

For one month and two days, how heartless she was, not contacting him at all, not asking about him, not thinking about him.

But he missed her!

He originally thought that she was heartless and ungrateful, and that he would never look for her again.

But how can we do that?

It's impossible, absolutely impossible!

She clearly loved him so much.

Why, why did you treat him like this?

Cen Lingyi knew that her slap had no force at all.

Hitting him seemed to be adding to his enjoyment.

She was both angry and embarrassed, and bit his shoulder.

There's still an old wound there, a faint ring of teeth marks, almost fading away.

It was something she had left on his shoulder before.

Even if he wasn't afraid of pain, she would still bite him.

Otherwise, if she doesn't fight back at all, wouldn't he think she's even easier to bully?

"Jiaojiao, use some force, bite it open, bite it off..."

Yan Chenghui felt a stinging pain in his shoulder.

He liked it when she tickled or bit him.

In this way, when she wasn't by his side, he would caress these wounds and feel the stinging pain, as if she were still with him.

He spent his nights like this for over a month.

Unfortunately, those scars have faded and are almost gone.

Bite, bite, bite to your heart's content.

The more traces you leave, the better.

That way, she can always be by his side.

Cen Lingyi bit him hard and scratched him, like an enraged kitten, venting her grievances with all her might.

But her strength was ultimately limited, and she soon slumped into his arms again.

She couldn't break free, couldn't escape, and eventually became completely immersed in him.

The two are entangled, imprisoned, and hurt each other, yet they are inseparable.

"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, look at me, who am I?"

Yan Chenghui kissed her eyes and asked her urgently.

"My husband..."

Cen Lingyi called out to him softly.

Her remaining rationality told her that she had to call him that in order to get rid of him sooner.

Otherwise, she won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

But she underestimated him.

He hadn't touched her for a month and two days.

He was insatiable and never satisfied.

The small painted boat rocked on the lake for a long time, the ripples shattering the moonlight that filled the lake.

Later, even the moon became so ashamed that it hid away and disappeared.

Yan Chenghui finally carried her, who was wrapped up tightly, and rode back to the East Palace.

*

Lingzhi never fell asleep.

She sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously watching over the young prince.

After His Highness the Crown Prince came, he left in a rage.

As a servant, she dared not ask any more questions.

I thought that with a new lady entering the Eastern Palace today, His Highness the Crown Prince wouldn't have time to go looking for the girl.

The girl said she would be back in a little over an hour.

But now it's past midnight, and there's still no sign of the girl.

His Highness must have found the girl. I wonder how His Highness will treat her?

"Ugh."

She sighed again, losing count of how many times she had sighed this time.

If she had known this would happen, she should have advised the girl not to go out.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside, and someone pushed open the door.

She stood up and saw Yan Chenghui carrying someone in his arms as he walked in.

The person was wrapped tightly in His Highness's cloak, and looked slender; she must be his young lady.

"This servant greets Your Highness."

Lingzhi quickly bowed.

Yan Chenghui didn't speak, but simply raised his chin towards the bed.

Lingzhi quickly stepped forward and lifted the brocade quilt.

Yan Chenghui helped Cen Lingyi inside, pulled open the cloak to cover her completely, leaving only her radiant face visible.

Lingzhi glanced at her and saw that the girl seemed normal, breathing evenly and fast asleep.

Her face was blushing a bit too much, probably because it was too cold outside?

Yan Chenghui did not leave immediately.

It was almost dawn, and he was scheduled to attend the morning court session soon.

He wanted to stay by her side a little longer.

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Lingzhi turned around, went outside, and brewed a cup of tea.

Yan Chenghui stood by the table and opened the account books and notebooks on it.

The handwriting was neat and legible, and every account and task was marked up in perfect order, without the slightest error or omission.

She always does things this way, meticulous in everything she does, without making the slightest mistake.

Cen Lingyi, who was lying on the bed, finally recovered. She opened her eyes and saw Yan Huaijiao on the inside of the bed.

The little one was fast asleep with his eyes closed, his eyelashes long.

She relaxed a little, moved her body slightly, and couldn't help but gasp.

My whole body aches and hurts, and I can't move an inch.

Also, without showering, the area beneath me was sticky.

That beast Yan Chenghui!

If this continues, she will be tortured to death by him sooner or later.

"Is the young lady awake?"

Hearing the commotion, Lingzhi hurriedly went forward to inquire.

Yan Chenghui also put down the book in his hand and turned to look at her.

Cen Lingyi's face was turned inwards from the bed, unaware that Yan Chenghui had not left.

She closed her eyes to calm herself, then instructed Lingzhi, "Prepare hot water; I want to take a bath. Also, go and brew a batch of the contraceptive soup I prepared earlier."

Fortunately, despite having been intimate with Yan Chenghui so many times before, she had never gotten pregnant, and her period always came on time.

After seizing power over the palace, she prepared several doses of contraceptive potion for herself and secretly hid them in a side hall, just in case.

The Eastern Palace is fraught with danger, and Yan Chenghui will pester her whenever he thinks of her. Her parents and family are struggling to make ends meet in Hexi.

She absolutely cannot get pregnant at this time.

Lingzhi didn't speak; she didn't dare to agree.

His Highness had already argued with the young lady about the contraceptive soup.

She wanted to remind the young lady that His Highness the Crown Prince was there, but the prince was lurking behind her, watching her intently.

She didn't dare to speak!

"Lingzhi?"

Cen Lingyi received no response from her, so she turned to look at her and immediately saw Yan Chenghui at the table.

His face was ashen, and he stared at her coldly, his eyes sharp and terrifying, as if he wanted to devour her.

She was taken aback. Why hadn't he left?