Chapter 410 Prove How Much You Believe in Me

"Shhh."

He laid her gently on the bed. His movements seemed overbearing, but were actually extremely gentle.

The tall body fell over her, but he supported himself with his elbows so as not to press her at all.

"You are not allowed to study tonight."

He lowered his head, his thin lips almost touching her sensitive earlobe, his hot breath spraying on her neck, "Only you can think of me."

Yuan Wanru's eyelashes trembled slightly, and just as she was about to speak, he pressed his index finger against her lips.

"Don't say anything."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of danger, "Let's not mention that insignificant person."

Having said that, Lu Jiangnian felt very depressed.

The thought of a woman being labeled as his concubine was like a thorn in his heart, making him want to rush into the palace and question the emperor immediately.

What made him even more uneasy was that his wife had always been petty in relationships.

She had said more than once before that her man must belong to her alone.

Now that she has a concubine out of nowhere, will she really...not vent her anger on him?

Thinking of this, Lu Jiangnian suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that it almost left a red mark.

"My lady, please don't be angry."

His voice was tense, with a rare bit of panic, "If you are angry, hit me or scold me, but you must not..."

Before he could finish his words, Yuan Wanru suddenly raised her head and kissed him on the lips, swallowing all his unfinished words.

The kiss was fierce and urgent, as if to prove something, and they didn't separate until both of them were breathless.

"Lu Jiangnian." She held his face, her eyes flashing with a frightening light, "If I, Yuan Wanru, really wanted to make a fuss, I would have used a silver needle to prick you so hard that you couldn't move."

She suddenly turned over and pressed him under her, her long black hair falling across his chest.

"But I know—"

She leaned over and bit his Adam's apple. When she heard him groan, she continued with satisfaction, "Here, here, and here..."

Her fingertips slid down from his heart. "They all belong to me alone."

Lu Jiangnian's eyes suddenly turned darker, and he turned over to regain the initiative.

"Prove it to me."

His voice was hoarse, "To prove how much you believe in me."

The candle flame popped and illuminated the intertwined figures.

That night, they used the most primitive way to prove to each other their unquestionable possession and loyalty.

-

When the passion subsided, Yuan Wanru leaned softly in Lu Jiangnian's arms, her fair skin still flushed.

The man's arms locked her tightly in his arms like an iron clamp, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go.

"My lady."

He called out softly, his voice still hoarse with passion, as intoxicating as aged liquor.

His slender fingers gently stroked her sweaty temples and tucked the messy hair behind her ears.

Yuan Wanru raised her eyes and met his ink-deep eyes - the affection in them was so strong that it could not be dissolved, and so hot that it almost burned her.

"Do you know how much I love you?"

These words were like a fire that instantly ignited her heart.

Yuan Wanru suddenly smiled, her eyes slightly red, and she was breathtakingly beautiful under the candlelight: "I know."

She raised her head and kissed his lips, her voice as light as a feather brushing: "Because I am the same."

Lu Jiangnian immediately took the initiative and deepened the kiss.

His lips and tongue traced her contours tenderly, as if he were treating the most precious treasure in the world.

After the kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers, his voice trembling with piety: "Remember, in this life, the next life, and all the lives to come, we will be together."

Yuan Wanru was amused by his childish persistence, and her fingertips playfully traced his handsome features: "You are too overbearing."

She teased him deliberately, "I can only promise you this life, I can't decide about the next life or the rest of your life."

"You are a little fairy."

He suddenly said seriously, pinching her nose lightly with his fingers, "Why can't you make the decision?"

Yuan Wanru burst out laughing, her eyes full of charm.

"I am Lu Jiangnian,

He looked at her with burning eyes, "In life I am yours, in death I am your ghost."

Seeing his serious look, Yuan Wanru's heart softened.

Yes, who can say for sure what will happen in the afterlife?

But at this moment, being able to be with him is the greatest happiness.

"Okay." She put her arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips. "I have to tie you up and don't let you run away."

Lu Jiangnian's eyes instantly shone brightly, and he hugged her tightly, as if hugging the whole world: "I will never run away."

At this moment, they don’t need to think about those annoying people and things, they just need to know that their hearts will always beat for each other.

-

As soon as the sky began to turn pale, Liang Yuhua got up and put on her makeup.

The woman in the bronze mirror was plain to the point of being dull—her lilac dress was not stained with a single bright color, she had a plain silver hairpin in her hair, and even her lipstick had deliberately avoided that hint of bright red.

"Girl, isn't this too plain?"

Yunxiu held the carved tea tray in her hands, her fingertips rubbing the edge of the tray nervously, "After all, this is my first time serving tea. If I make the Madam unhappy..."

Wouldn't the girl's life in the future be even more difficult?

Liang Yuhua stroked the non-existent wrinkles on her cuffs and pulled a wry smile from the corner of her lips: "It fits just right."

She was very clear about her situation - a "concubine" forced into the Lu Mansion by imperial power, an "outsider" who was destined to be unwelcome.

In this large mansion, the more flamboyant she was, the more disliked she became.

In the flower hall of Wangchun Hall, Wang Min sat upright on a rosewood armchair, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the teacup.

She didn't want to see this annoying "imperial concubine", but the rules of the aristocratic family did not allow her to be willful.

After all, Liang Yuhua represents the emperor's face.

It was a rare occasion for Zhou Fang to sit quietly by the side. If it were in the past, she would have shrilled and said some nonsense like "diversify and expand", hoping to embarrass Yuan Wanru.

But ever since she was punished by that couple, she now takes a detour whenever she sees Yuan Wanru.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law,"

Zhou Fang laughed dryly, "Jiang Nian loves Wan Ru so much, what trouble can a concubine who is just a decoration cause?"

Wang Min's fingertips paused, and the tea lid collided with the rim of the cup, making a crisp sound.

Doesn't she understand this truth?

But when I thought about there being an extra person in my son's room, I felt disgusted as if I had swallowed a fly.

"Madam, Aunt Liang is here to serve tea."

Nanny Gui's announcement broke the silence.

Wang Min took a deep breath, his face as pale as frost: "Come in."

Liang Yuhua walked in with her head lowered, her skirt brushing against the blue bricks without getting a speck of dust on her.

She knelt straight, holding the teacup in both hands and raised it above her brows: "I pay my respects to the Madam."

In the curling tea smoke, Wang Min caught a glimpse of the pair of white hands. There was no nail polish, no rings, and even the jade bracelets on the wrists were of the most ordinary quality. She looked like a peaceful person.

She reluctantly took the teacup, touched it with her lips, and put it aside: "Get up."

She motioned to Nanny Gui to hand over a pair of inconspicuous hairpins that she had prepared earlier, and her voice was as cold as ice, "Since you have entered the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery's Mansion, you must abide by the rules of the mansion."

As to where Lu Jiangnian stayed last night, everyone in the hall remained silent tacitly.

Liang Yuhua lowered her eyebrows and said, "Yes."