Chapter 227 (End of Main Text)

The two went deeper into the canopy bed.

Gently stroking her waist, Pei Yanzhi couldn't help but chuckle, his voice still hoarse with satisfaction: "My darling, look for yourself..."

Ji Shu's face flushed red. This man had always been unrestrained in bed, spouting nonsense. She wondered if it was because he had spent too much time in the military camp.

He appears refined and cultured, but after a few words, his true nature is revealed, and you can tell he's a scoundrel.

Ji Shu pinched his arm hard, and Pei Yanzhi knew that she was angry. In matters of the bedroom, she was far less uninhibited than he was.

She was younger than him and had a thin skin, and it was precisely this kind of demeanor that made him love her so much.

He felt that the winding, towering peaks in front of him were so beautiful that they were dazzling, and Pei Yanzhi's eyes turned red.

Before even reaching the bedside, she had already experienced a near-death experience.

Ji Shu said haltingly, "Are you done? I'm so tired..."

He lowered his head and kissed her sweaty neck, not allowing her to refuse, "This is nothing. You're not leaving this room today."

After saying that, he placed her on the bed and casually pulled down the bed curtains to cover up the spring scene inside.

At first, Ji Shu was able to barely endure it, but who knew that this person was like a hungry wolf that had been starved for three days and three nights, suddenly released, and insisted on eating to his heart's content.

As if afraid there would be no next time, it held onto her piece of meat tightly and refused to let go.

She tossed and turned, upside down, until finally she cried and begged with tears in her eyes, and the sobbing continued inside the room.

Pei Yanzhi kissed the skin on the inside of his body, his voice low and mellow, "What should you call me now?"

Ji Shu was already distracted and couldn't remember what she was supposed to call out. Before she could think about it carefully, he remembered her.

With tears welling in her eyes, she clung to his shoulders and murmured incoherently, "Your Majesty, my husband, Pei Yanzhi... please..."

As she got to the point with each sentence, the shaking of the canopy bed grew louder and louder, creaking and groaning.

After a long while, Pei Yanzhi embraced her sweaty body and said with satisfaction, "From now on, call me Pei Lang, remember that?"

Ji Shu licked her dry lips, feeling utterly powerless, as the wind lifted a corner of the bed curtains.

All I could see was that it was getting late, and it looked like it was almost time for dinner.

She had no idea that the two of them had been making love all afternoon. After she forced herself to get up, the bed was already a mess.

The man had disappeared, and considering what he had just said, it was impossible for her to leave the room today.

Ji Shu hurriedly dressed, not caring whether she was properly dressed, and quickly put on her embroidered shoes. Just as she was about to reach the door...

He was pulled back by an undeniable, powerful force around his waist.

"ah--"

As the saying goes, once you have one, you'll have two.

He had only gone to the bathhouse to get a towel to wipe her body, but in the blink of an eye, he saw her trying to run away.

Pei Yanzhi quickly untied the dress she had just put on.

She'd barely tasted the meat and a few bites of the cold dishes before the main course even started; how could she be allowed to leave?

He pinched her chin and lifted her up, leaning down to examine her closely.

Her voice was hoarse: "I think Jiaojiao still has the strength to escape. She was probably just pretending on the bed to deceive Pei Lang just now?"

After saying that, he pushed the person inside, "Since there is still energy left, why not do it again? Anyway, I have two days off in the next two days, so I can accompany my wife to have some fun."

Ji Shu was terrified of him. This man was a scholar when he put on his clothes, but a bandit when he took off his clothes.

If I had known I would starve this wolf to this extent, I should have given it some small favors to appease it.

He leaned in and pinned her down, trapping her beneath him.

Ji Shu pressed her index finger against his forehead, which he was about to lower, and said softly, "Don't be greedy, your health is the most important thing... Take another half month to recuperate, and then you can do whatever you want, okay?"

She paused, then coaxed softly, "Pei Lang."

Such soft whispers on the bed, even without doing anything, were enough to melt Pei Yanzhi's heart.

He turned her over.

He let her lie on his chest, chuckled softly, and shook his chest. He hadn't intended to torment her any further.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Ji Shu sat up slightly, her long black hair falling softly down, and Pei Yanzhi gently gathered it to her chest.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her slender waist and whispered, "You don't need to take contraceptives anymore. It's harmful to your health. From now on... I'll be more careful."

Ji Shu was taken aback, realizing that he must have overheard her conversation with Chunzhi, and was about to explain.

He added, "When I returned from Ganzhou, the old man told me that your health was not suitable for having any more children."

Her voice lowered, filled with tenderness, "It's all my fault. If I had known how dangerous it would be for you to give birth to Qinghe, I would never have let you give birth to her."

He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, his voice filled with deep affection: "The child is not as important as you."

Even though the lost parts have been recovered and put back in their place, he still often feels as if he is in a dream when the night is quiet.

Only when he was deeply with her did he feel that everything was real and tangible. Now he just wanted to hold this precious child tightly and could not bear the pain of losing her even a little bit.

Sensing the turmoil in his heart, Ji Shu looked up. He was no longer young; fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, yet he remained handsome and dignified, his imposing presence undeniable.

Emperors throughout history have sought to have many sons, but he was different.

It was simply because he genuinely cared for her.

Ji Shu nestled into his arms and whispered, "But I don't regret giving birth to Qinghe..."

Pei Yanzhi closed his eyes, sighed softly in his heart, and wrapped his arms around her even tighter.

"Tomorrow I will grant a general amnesty to the world. Jiaojiao, come with me for a walk outside the city."

Her slender fingers gently caressed his heart, and she uttered a barely audible "Okay."

After saying that, there was no further movement, only the gentle breaths of his steady breathing brushing against his chest. Pei Yanzhi's lips slightly curved upwards, and he closed his eyes.

The soft glow of the setting sun spilled through the bed curtains, and the two lay nestled together on the couch. Peace and tranquility prevailed.

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