Keep your voice down. Are you trying to look glamorous dressed as a forced lover?

Song Qinian knew they should consummate their marriage, and should have done so long ago.

But he didn't want to be her tool, nor did he want to be exploited like this, or to be intimate with her.

Not to mention, she only agreed today to let him leave the palace in the future.

How could he leave the palace after consummating the marriage?

These thoughts affected Song Qinian, and he became somewhat agitated as he recounted the story.

Li Qingyan quickly noticed that his voice was hoarse and hurriedly pulled herself out of her trance.

"Thank you for your hard work today, Consort Song."

She was genuinely moved, realizing today why those geniuses find joy in endless practice problems; she now felt the same way.

However, Song Qinian was tired.

Whether to use it all at once or use it gradually, the choice is self-evident.

"I didn't realize it was so late. You should get some rest. I'll bring the really important documents over tomorrow."

She felt that with his explanation and help, she would be able to barely understand the situation tomorrow.

This is the world of highly intelligent people.

After saying that, Li Qingyan belatedly realized that she was tired.

She got up to say goodbye and told him not to see her off.

Song Qinian stared at her retreating figure, momentarily stunned: She's gone?

She just left like that?

She was clearly in a novel and addictive state before, and most people would never be able to stop, but she actually... gave up and didn't continue.

Song Qinian breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Perhaps he was tired, he sat there in a daze for a while, his mind completely blank.

Until I saw the servants' behavior and Cunyi's subtle actions, as if they were arguing about something.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Cunyi shook his head. "Young master, you must be tired today. Why don't you wash up and rest early?"

"Hmm." Song Qinian glanced at the servants in the courtyard, whose movements had become extremely cautious, and realizing something, looked at Xingzhi:

"What were you supposed to report?"

Xingzhi glanced at Cunyi: "Young Master, His Highness has gone to Zhenxing Pavilion. You...you mustn't be sad."

He offered clumsy words of comfort: "Your Highness was inseparable from the young master, unwilling to let go, and then he went to the Pillow Star Pavilion. Alas."

Song Qinian was stunned for a moment. Did she continue with the experiment? Or did she go to find Wen Sheng because he wouldn't let her stay?

He thought she would go to Ji Mingzheng.

Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Why would I be sad?" He glanced helplessly at Cunyi. He had no feelings for her, and even felt... disgust.

The only reason he allowed her to get close today was because of her status. Even his good temper today was because he wanted to demonstrate his abilities through teaching and even influence her, hoping to be reinstated by her after leaving the palace.

Hearing that she had gone to Pillow Star Pavilion, he didn't feel sad, but a thought immediately came to mind:

"I want to take a bath."

He wanted to take a bath and wash clean all the places she had touched.

Song Qinian was right; Li Qingyan's target was indeed Ji Mingzheng.

She went to Zhenxing Pavilion simply because she wanted to stretch her stiff body, take a walk, and visit Wen Sheng.

This person needs money for many things while he's alive.

Moreover, Wen Sheng is pleasing to the eye. My brain has been working hard all day, so I need to rest.

If you don't have a phone and can't browse TikTok for handsome guys, then check out the real people.

She didn't give prior notice and launched a surprise attack just like last night.

The people at Pillow Star Pavilion were somewhat flustered and hurriedly went to report.

Wen Sheng, who came out to greet them, was still the same as always.

"Your Highness."

The second time I saw Wen Sheng, I was still amazed by him, except that his right cheek was a little red.

"Get up quickly. Are you still feeling unwell after taking those medicines last night? Your face still looks a little red."

Wen Sheng touched her right cheek: "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. It's nothing, the medicine will wear off soon."

"That's good." Li Qingyan asked with some curiosity, "Wen Sheng, why were you so calm yesterday? Even though you were drugged, you handled the situation with remarkable composure."

Wen Sheng raised her eyes, her dark eyes fixed on Li Qingyan, devoid of any emotion:

"Because I've encountered this many times before."

He calculated: "Since I was sixteen, I have been drugged four times."

Wen Sheng's words were explosive, but his tone remained calm, as if nothing, no matter how big, could affect him.

Li Qingyan exclaimed in surprise, "Four times? That many?"

"I didn't notice anything unusual, so it didn't work out."

He was incredibly wealthy and had the title of the most handsome man in the area, but the Wen family only had minor officials. As such, he was bound to be the target of countless people.

Both men and women were involved in administering the drugs, and if we include those who failed, there must have been more than ten attempts.

"No wonder you were so calm last night. Everything's been alright since then, right? Did you get any revenge?"

Wen Sheng smiled, but with a hint of coldness in his expression.

"It's alright, some reports have already been published."

"What do you mean by 'some were reported, some weren't'?" Li Qingyan frowned.

"Some of them are of high status, and I cannot challenge them."

Li Qingyan understood; this was the real world. She wanted to ask who these people were, but because she was also trying to survive, she didn't speak.

Wen Shengqing's gaze swept across her face indifferently, without a trace of emotion.

He didn't hold out hope that she could help him get revenge, so he wasn't disappointed.

He'll handle it himself anyway.

He had experienced all those drugs, whether they were commercially available or homemade, and knew them intimately. The worst time was when they were almost taken advantage of, and even the antidote he carried with him was useless.

He barely escaped with his life, and was covered in bruises while trying to stay conscious. That was the most humiliating time of his life, and the one when he most wanted revenge. However, because the other party was of such high status, he ended up not only failing to get revenge, but also being forced by his family to go and apologize.

He knelt in humiliation for a long time, and the man enjoyed his pathetic state, waiting for him to back down and compromise, but he never changed his mind.

Enraged, the man made him kneel until he fainted.

Wen Sheng gently touched his knee. His knee had been hurting often since that incident, but he had gotten used to it.

Just like those medicines, he's gotten used to them. All he can do is spend a lot of money to have someone protect him secretly, carry the antidote with him at all times, and have a doctor on standby.

Wen Sheng didn't speak, nor did he ask her to avenge him, but Li Qingyan felt somewhat uneasy.

Alas, like many Chinese children, she was taught from a young age to be honest and kind, and to be unable to bear seeing others suffer.

So she said, "I won't ask that person's name, and I won't make empty promises about avenging you, but we can become stronger together and take revenge together."

Wen Sheng's eyes showed a hint of surprise: "Together?"

Why don't you just say nice things like others, like "I'll find a chance to get revenge for you"?

Li Qingyan nodded: "Yes, together. Although I can't explain the reasons right now, if you can cooperate with me, we will definitely get better and better, and we can take revenge if we want."

Wen Sheng regained her composure completely: "What does Your Highness need my cooperation with?"

"It's something you can do and that's appropriate for your position. You'll find out later. But before that, I need to confirm something with you."

"Your Highness, please ask."

Li Qingyan stood up, moved closer to Wen Sheng, and coughed tactically: "Are you still clean? Is it still your virginity?"