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"Xiao Zheng, don't...move anymore."

The urge returned, the feeling from last night flooding back. Cui Zhijun wrapped his arms around her restless waist, trying to calm her. Zheng felt a little uneasy. As she leaned forward, her long black hair cascaded down. She looked at Cui Zhijun's face, still somewhat lucid.

"But I... feel uncomfortable."

Zheng's voice was deep, but Cui Zhijun's words were not clear. "...If I help you, will you be able to endure it today?"

The heavy breath hit my face.

Cui Zhijun reached out and touched Tai Shizheng's face, trying to soothe her anxiety.

Zheng felt her impatience subside a bit, but as she said, "desire is insatiable," she wanted Cui Zhijun to give her more.

Cui Zhijun looked at her tenderly, thinking how despicable this little Zou was. A small bowl of pigeon soup could turn Taishi Zheng into this state. If he had been weak-willed back then, had he listened to her slander and drank a bowl of it?

So what will happen tonight?

However, after everything was settled, the soup was accidentally drunk by Taishi Zheng.

This actually made Cui Zhijun feel secretly happy.

All that talk of pure self-cultivation was now empty talk. Cui Zhijun waited only for Taishi Zheng's words of affirmation, ready to follow him into the world of mortals. But when Zheng recalled the unbearable pain of last night, she whispered, "Erlang, I'm scared... Can I... do it myself?"

Her forehead was still hot, and Zheng's patience had probably reached its limit.

She must go through that tonight.

Cui Zhijun responded: "Okay."

Then he loosened his grip on Taishi Zheng, looked up, and let the person in front of him go.

Zheng kissed her, and Cui Zhijun raised his head and held her soft face.

The room was dark, only moonlight shone through the windowsill, illuminating the slender figure beneath the tent. Taishi Zheng stood up, her long black hair brushing against Cui Zhijun's shoulders with a chilling touch. Only when Zheng paused at the right spot did he dare to lower his gaze.

At that time, my breathing was stagnant and my heart was beating rapidly.

Zheng begged the person in front of her, "Cui Erlang, please don't look..."

Then, accompanied by two dull thuds, beads of sweat fell. The two instinctively intertwined their fingers, their fingers resting on the wrinkled crevices of the bed. It had seemed a difficult start, but after repeated attempts, it began in this moment, a shared understanding, a familiarity that would become each other's only lifelong bond.

Zheng's nervousness was visible to the naked eye, but she was braver than yesterday.

Zheng shouted in panic: "Come in...come in..."

Go in.

Cui Zhijun hummed, but there seemed to be a heavy burden in his throat.

Zheng took a deep breath, not daring to move. She anxiously asked, "Then... Erlang, what should I do next... I don't dare..."

The two of them were at a stalemate, but someone had to change the status quo. Cui Zhijun hugged the person in front of him tightly and tried to sit up.

Zheng hurriedly stopped him.

"Cui Jilang, don't, don't move."

But this was the first time Cui Zhijun didn't listen to his advice. He boldly and carefully covered her up and leaned over to look at her. However, this sudden change made Zheng's eyes dizzy and her mind blank. Only when she lay down on the soft pillow that retained his warmth did she finally feel a sense of security.

Everything is ready, and now both of them have made their own efforts.

Her breathing became heavier, and Zheng's eyes gradually became blurry. Before she closed her eyes, she heard Cui Zhijun say in her ear: "Xiao Zheng, next..."

"It's my turn."

-

In the middle of the night, the mandarin ducks were startled by the quilt.

I don't know if it was because the drug was too strong and difficult to dissipate, or if Taishi Zheng was just delighted and deliberately pestering him. She always kept Cui Zhijun awake after he had done his best. But Cui Zhijun didn't refuse. He got up and closed his eyes exhaustedly.

This went on for one or two more times, and after tossing and turning for an hour, the couple finally rested in the second half of the night.

Today, Cui Zhijun no longer had the energy to take Taishi Zheng to the bathroom and change clothes. He simply wiped himself with a clean towel from the room and planned to sleep until dawn. Taishi Zheng, who was leaning against him, had already stopped breathing and fell into a peaceful sleep.

-

At dawn, although he had only slept for a few hours, Tai Shi Zheng felt refreshed when he opened his eyes.

She raised her arms and stretched vigorously.

But when it fell, it accidentally hit Cui Zhijun's face.

The sudden blow woke Cui Zhijun from his dream. Tai Shizheng stood up apologetically and wanted to check if Cui Zhijun was injured. "Erlang, Erlang. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Are you okay?"

Zheng reached out and rubbed Cui Zhijun's cheek, but forgot that she was naked.

When the two met, they felt a little awkward.

After all, last night when we were lighting the candles in the tent, we relied on vague fantasies, which were nowhere near as straightforward and honest as what we are saying now.

Zheng quickly ducked under the covers, cowering timidly, thinking it would get better after a few tries. But Cui Zhijun suddenly lifted the covers and threw them back on the bed. He thought about how she had bossed him around last night, even disturbing his sweet dreams when he woke up early. He had to get back at her this morning no matter what.

After years of experience, Cui Zhijun has become very adept at turning over and getting up.

Zheng was caught off guard and was about to scream.

Fortunately, Cui Zhijun was quick to act. He tied up the wrist of the person in front of him with one hand, covered her slightly open lips with the other, and whispered softly in her ear, "They are probably awake. Xiaozheng, bear with it, it will be fine soon."

Will it be okay soon?

Zheng didn't believe his nonsense.

But she had no other choice... All she could choose was to bite Cui Zhijun's palm to make herself speak more quietly.

-

By the time Cui Zhijun left for his shift, Taishi Zheng had lost the clear-headed energy she had felt at dawn. She lay dazed and groggy in bed, completely unaware of the man beside her. Even turning over ached in her waist and abdomen, and she was too lazy to get up to see him off.

Later, what forced her to get up was the sticky feeling on her body.

Zheng gritted her teeth, stood up, and moved to the bathroom with difficulty. She was planning to ask Aunt Wu to help her change the bed so that she could sleep peacefully until she woke up naturally.

But before she could recover from the shock, she submerged herself in the basin of water.

Fu Yuanzi knocked on the door, "Madam, Madam. The eldest and third young masters' wives are here, and they said—"

"Sister-in-law and Mingyue are here?"

Zheng didn't understand why, but she lowered her eyes to look at her lower body, which was not very obedient today, and quickly replied, "Are they here for their appointment with Mingyue? Yuanzi, please tell them that I'm not feeling well today and won't be meeting them. Let's make an appointment another day."

"No, that's not it. Madam, listen to me. The eldest and third young ladies came here to tell you that the old lady is ill. Yu Shuren has called everyone at home to go to Fushou Pavilion--" Fu Yuanzi spoke anxiously, and she looked into the bathroom.

But the next second, the door opened slightly.

Tai Shi Zheng, wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, asked in surprise, "What? The old lady is ill? Yuanzi, then quickly dress and dress me."

Fu Yuanzi replied yes, and the master and servant left the bathroom.

-

After leaving Yinzhu Yatang, Taishi Zheng deliberately wore a plain dress and a simple jade hairpin. She was afraid that if she dressed inappropriately, she would be criticized by those with ulterior motives. Enduring the pain in her legs, she slowly descended the stairs and stopped in front of the door.

Cang Yi and Song Mingyue, who had been waiting outside for a while, saw her and nodded hurriedly.

Zheng greeted them.

But the moment she lifted her foot, she gave it away. Song Mingyue looked at her trembling body and couldn't help but feel suspicious. "Second sister-in-law, what's wrong with your leg? It was fine when I saw you yesterday. How did it become like this after sleeping?"

Song Mingyue is just as tactless as Cui Zhichou.

"Ah? I... am..."

Zheng felt a little embarrassed when she heard this. She was too shy to know how to answer.

She had been married for over a month, but on the first day, she was seen in such an embarrassing state by outsiders. She was really embarrassed.

Cang Yi didn't say anything.

Song Mingyue, who has been suppressing Cui Zhichou for many years, may not know this.

But Cang Yi, who had always been beaten and bruised by Cui Zhijian's rough warriors, saw the clues immediately. Seeing her smile knowingly, he quickly took over the conversation, silently supporting Taishi Zheng's arm and saying, "Alright, Mingyue, Zheng might have been stretched. We can talk about these things when we get back. Let's go to Fushou Pavilion first."

"Yes... I was... I was stretched." Zheng walked down the stairs, and Song Mingyue nodded without any objection.

So, the three sisters-in-law hurried forward. But after just two or three steps, Zheng couldn't help but ask, "Sister-in-law, I saw that the old lady was fine a few days ago. How come she fell ill so suddenly?"

"Do you know what happened?"