Young widow in her boudoir

After asking that question, she noticed the man's expression darkened further, though she didn't know why.

Pei Zhiheng didn't even beckon: "Come and help me change."

Xie Rutang: ?

What is he saying?

Pei Zhiheng's phoenix eyes were narrowed, and there was a mature and charming air about him at the corners of his eyes. Only then did she truly feel that heavy majesty. He was a man who was older than her.

"Your current identity is that of my personal maid; otherwise, how could you return to the manor undetected and continue being your Madam Shen?"

His eyes clearly showed mockery.

Xie Rutang pursed her lips.

He rested his long finger, adorned with a jade thumb ring, on his knee and tapped it a few times slowly, as if waiting.

Pei Zhiheng glanced at her: "You don't want to?"

"Then get out of here and figure out how to get back from the outskirts of Beijing yourself."

The King of Qin has already raised an army in Anyang. He has ruined countless things in his efforts to save her, but Xie Rutang won't even give him this small favor.

Pei Zhiheng's smile was cold, especially his eyes, which were devoid of warmth, making her scalp tingle.

Any sensible woman would know to please him, to flatter him, and to give him some tenderness.

Who knew Xie Rutang was like a block of wood!

Xie Rutang: ...

She was so frightened that her lips turned white.

I didn't expect him to be so grumpy when he wakes up. Who did he do something to upset him so early in the morning?

Feeling completely bewildered, she awkwardly clutched the hem of her clothes. "That's not what I meant..."

She was simply wary of him. Afraid he might do something to her again…

Now, in her heart, Pei Zhiheng is more terrifying than tigers or wolves, as if he could open his bloody maw at any moment and devour her whole, leaving not even bones behind.

"Then come over here."

Pei Zhiheng uttered these words, closed his eyes, and remained silent, like a deity. His essence was pure and refined, like plum blossoms in full bloom, smooth and lustrous like jade and gold.

The window was open, and the sun was shining brightly today. A ray of sunlight fell on his brow, stunning all who saw it, making one's breath catch in their throat.

He sat there, his figure tall and slender.

She had only ever helped Shen Yuan change his clothes before.

Xie Rutang hesitated for a long time before slowly approaching him like a tortoise.

She still needs his help to return to the Shen family mansion, so she endures it!

Pei Zhiheng had been in power for many years, and his moods were always unpredictable.

Xie Rutang took the clothes off the rack, bit her red lips shyly, and said, "Second Master, please get up."

Pei Zhiheng cooperated.

As soon as he got up from the edge of the bed, Xie Rutang's heart suddenly started pounding.

He was much taller than her, with strong, muscular chest. When he stood up, his tall, heavy shadow enveloped her, making her appear petite and delicate.

She felt even more uncomfortable, trying to ignore the excessive male hormones emanating from him.

Xie Rutang helped him change his clothes based on her past memories.

As she bent down to put on her clothes, Pei Zhiheng, who had been silent, suddenly opened his eyes and stared unabashedly at her beautiful face. Every move she made was under his watchful eye, and she couldn't escape his grasp.

It's rare to see her wear such a delicate pink.

Her clothes were the style only a third-class maid in the mansion would wear, embroidered with a begonia pattern. The sleeves were a little short, revealing a section of her fair wrist. Her waist was cinched with a belt, making her appear slender and delicate.

Her black hair was styled into two small buns, with the two buns lying roundly beside her ears, and light red ribbons hanging from the ends of her hair, swaying gently in the wind.

Pei Zhiheng tried his best to suppress the urge to hold the ribbon in his palm, his expression remaining indifferent.

Her usual complexion was somewhat muted by her plain clothes and skirt, making her look as aloof and proud as a white plum blossom.

Today's pink is the color she should wear at her age.

Seeing that she had finally learned to behave, Pei Zhiheng was no longer so angry.

"...Second Master, please raise your hand."

"Could you please move a little?"

"..."

Pei Zhiheng glanced at her, then lowered himself to act like an emperor. Xie Rutang cursed inwardly.

Her eyelashes drooped low, her gaze focused intently on the dark sleeves in front of her. As she helped him change, she had no choice but to press her body against his.

So I focused my eyes on my nose and my mind on my heart, held my breath, and forced myself to stop thinking nonsense.

But the more this is the case, the longer and more unbearable this brief moment of contact feels.

She lowered her eyes and picked up his jade belt again. The belt was heavy and cool to the touch, and the subtle embossed patterns on the jade buckle pressed against her fingertips.

Watching her skillful movements as she tied the belt, it was clear she was very dexterous.

"Did you serve your husband like this back then?"

A cold, eerie voice came from above.

What?

Xie Rutang opened her eyes in a daze.

Pei Zhiheng's long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and she couldn't help but wonder if she and Shen Yuan were also this loving before, a harmonious and respectful couple.

If her husband hadn't died, she would surely have been a virtuous wife and loving mother in the backyard of the mansion, and the two would have lived happily ever after.

When the woman's fingers wrapped around his waist, he could clearly feel a very slight warmth coming through the fabric.

His breathing had become shallower without him noticing.

Thinking of this, Pei Zhiheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he forcefully pushed her away.

She really is a vulgar and seductive vixen!

After he returns to Beijing, he will definitely find a doctor to examine him.

He must be mentally ill to be thinking about married women.