Chapter 129 After Marrying the Crippled Prince, 9 Sleeves

Yun Chiyi twisted her wrist, trying to break free of his hand.

Lin Tingyu's eyes immediately fell on the jade bracelet on her wrist. The name on it stung her eyes, and in an instant, his fingers clenched even tighter: "The bracelet he gave you?"

"Yi'er, when did you become so close and harmonious with him?"

Yun Chiyi's expression suddenly softened, all panic subsided, and she looked at Lin Tingyu with calm eyes. Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she could see through him and look at someone else.

Her wrists were so fragile that they turned a bright red even before he used his full strength.

But her complexion was fair and rosy, no longer showing the sickly appearance of before.

Lin Tingyu suddenly clenched his teeth: "I thought you had been sick, and you had become thin and your appearance had changed. I didn't expect him to take such good care of you."

Cursing her? That's insane.

She raised her snow-white neck and glanced out the window.

Lin Tingyu caught a whiff of the fragrance she brought as she turned her head, and smiled sinisterly: "Yi'er, I'm very curious, how does that cripple Lin Jinyuan manage to support you?"

"How can he make love to you in bed? He probably can't even take off his clothes properly."

"Yi'er, didn't you want the title of Imperial Concubine? I can give it to you right now. Right here today, in your boudoir, I will give you the Wushan Rain Clouds you desire."

Rain clouds over Wushan again!

How many times do we need to rewrite the original owner's beliefs?

If she had a knife, she would stab him to death first.

Don't be angry, he'll die at the end of the year.

Yun Chiyi clenched her fists, cursing Lin Tingyu dozens of times in her heart. Unable to contain her anger any longer, she raised her hand and slapped Lin Tingyu across the face. He was caught off guard, stumbled and bumped into a pillar, grabbing a piece of her sleeve in his hand.

Lin Tingyu hadn't expected her to be so strong; half of her face instantly felt hot as if it had been roasted by fire.

"Yun Chiyi!"

"Don't forget, it was you who begged me for your pleasure in bed..."

Lin Tingyu's eyes were bloodshot, while Yun Chiyi shook her head frantically, her gaze fixed on the window.

He looked over and saw the maid from the Prince Cheng's mansion hiding behind a pillar, secretly watching the scene inside the room.

Yun Chiyi turned her back to the window, a tear fell, her eyes were red, as if she was resentful, and she slapped Lin Tingyu hard across the face again.

I realized she was acting, but she was getting too into character; she was using so much force!

Lin Tingyu covered both sides of his face, shoved the porcelain bottle in his arms into her hands, and roared, "Disappointing! Get out!"

Yun Chiyi wiped away her tears and turned around. Lin Tingyu spoke to her in a very soft voice behind her.

"Yi'er, wait for me."

Yun Chiyi left without looking back, slamming the door shut with genuine anger.

Her flustered figure flashed past the window. Lin Tingyu clenched the half-sleeve in his hand, held it to his nose, and took a deep breath.

Soon, very soon he will be able to depose the crown prince and become the heir apparent.

She is his.

Yun Chiyi turned into the long corridor, and Zhenzhen pretended not to know anything, carrying a teapot as she walked over from the other side.

Zhenzhen's hands trembled uncontrollably: "Why did the Princess Consort come out? Didn't she wait for the First Madam?"

Crystalline tears rolled down her reddened eyes. Yun Chiyi wiped her tears with her torn sleeve, covered her face, and cried silently in front of Zhenzhen.

Clang—

The teapot in Zhenzhen's hand broke on the ground, and hot tea spilled all over the floor.

She quickly stepped forward to hide Yun Chiyi's disheveled sleeves, using her body to shield her from outsiders' view. She instantly lost control of her emotions and burst into tears, her voice trembling.

"Your Highness, how can Prince Lin be so arrogant and disrespectful? You are his sister-in-law. Is there no one who can control his dissolute and rude behavior?!"

"How can you suffer such injustice? How can you... Let's talk to the Prince. The Emperor will not ignore it if he finds out."

Yun Chiyi gripped her hand tightly and shook her head, leading her away from the Yun residence as quickly as possible.

After saying goodbye to Lan Yihan and getting into the carriage, Zhenzhen huddled in a corner and cried pitifully.

She protested softly, "This is outrageous! Next time, I will definitely protect the Princess."

Yun Chiyi didn't want to lie to her, but under those circumstances, she couldn't think of a better way.

Otherwise, how can we explain that Prince Lin was sharing a room with his younger brother and sister-in-law, especially in her boudoir before she was married?

Silly girl, you should always protect yourself first in case anything happens.

Yun Chiyi smiled helplessly.

Seeing her smile, Zhenzhen couldn't understand her expression again.

Yun Chiyi held a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and said silently, "It's nothing."

Unexpectedly, Zhenzhen burst into tears the next moment, abandoning her manners and burying her face in Yun Chiyi's arms, muttering, "The King of Lin will be punished by Heaven, he definitely will."

Yun Chiyi was somewhat at a loss.

Back at the Prince Cheng's residence, Yun Chiyi changed out of her torn clothes and asked Zhenzhen to grind ink for her. She wanted to write a letter to Lan Yihan.

To avoid suspicion, Zhenzhen didn't pry into her private affairs and stood aside, touching her swollen eyes from crying.

Yun Chiyi sealed the letter and handed it out.

After catching it, Zhenzhen asked, "Can someone from your household deliver it?"

She's quite thoughtful, Yun Chiyi shook her head.

Zhenzhen immediately took on the heavy responsibility: "I will deliver the banquet today. If anyone asks, just say that you left something behind and I will go back to get it."

Yun Chiyi told her to wait, took out a gold bracelet from her dressing case, and put it on her wrist.

"This is unacceptable!"

Yun Chiyi shook her head firmly and wrote on the paper: "New Year's gift, though a bit early."

It also says: You don't need to go; just find someone outside the mansion.

Zhenzhen couldn't refuse, and accepted it with tears welling in her eyes. She knew that the princess was trying to comfort her.

"Tomorrow I will go to the market to buy medicine for you and deliver a message."

Yun Chiyi smiled and agreed.

Yun Chiyi was very relieved that Zhenzhen was keeping the letter safe.

As night fell, the garden fell silent.

Zhenzhen was worried that she had been frightened during the day, so she helped her to bed early to rest.

After blowing out the lamp, Zhenzhen closed the door.

Yun Chiyi got up again and took the medicine prepared by Shangguan Chulan before lying back down in the brocade quilt.

She sleeps when she needs to and never thinks about anything else.

At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), a gust of wind blew through the courtyard, causing the snow that had been pressing down on the bamboo branches to fall in a soft rustling sound.

Yun Chiyi turned over and opened her eyes, dazzled by the flickering candlelight.

A dark figure sat at the foot of the bed, silently watching her. Yun Chiyi trembled all over, her soul returning to her body, her back soaked with cold sweat.

She looked closely and saw that the person sitting with his back to the light was Lin Jinyuan. He had lit a candle and was sewing clothes with a needle and thread.

Yun Chiyi immediately sat up, her brows furrowed.

What Lin Jinyuan was holding were the clothes she had worn during the day.

He meticulously sewed up the torn part of his cuff, and when he saw Yun Chiyi's pale face and sweaty body, he smiled faintly with affection in his eyes.

"Why are you awake?"

Yun Chiyi did not reply.

Backlit, Lin Jinyuan's gentle features appeared somewhat hard. He moved meticulously, slowly biting off the end of the thread.

Then, she slowly raised her eyes: "Who did you run into on your trip home?"

Yun Chi couldn't avoid it anymore. She didn't know why he wasn't acting today. She crawled out of bed, but he pushed her back down.

"It's cold outside, don't catch a cold."

Lin Jinyuan folded the corner of the quilt and pinned the silver needle to the brocade quilt. Yun Chiyi's body tensed up, and she silently looked up at him.

"Madam, it's time to answer my question."

Should we continue to deceive, or tell the truth?

Yun Chiyi was unsure of what to do, so she lowered her head to avoid him noticing anything amiss.

Lin Jinyuan pinched her chin, lifted it up, and made her look at him.

"This evening, I received a letter. Does Madam know what it says?"

Sure enough, Lin Tingyu couldn't hold his temper and became arrogant and reckless.

Before Lin Jinyuan could speak again, Yun Chiyi straightened up, about to utter her defense.

She paused, startled, before Lin Jinyuan realized she could speak.

Should I write him a letter, or just tell him everything at once?

Lin Jinyuan grasped her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"The book I asked someone to find has arrived. I will read it to my wife tomorrow."

Yun Chiyi was skeptical; his tone clearly indicated he wasn't discussing such a trivial matter.

After thinking it over, she decided to tell Lin Tingyu about his situation first, and not mention seeking medical treatment in private for the time being.

She turned over to get out of bed to find paper and pen, but he grabbed her waist and pressed his wet lips against hers, sealing all her movements.

Lin Jinyuan kissed her deeply, then removed his robes and lifted the brocade quilt to press down on her.

"Now that my wife is well, it's time to repay my royal wedding night."

Yun Chiyi pushed him away, but he restrained her hands again.

She shook her head, her breathing disordered.

He asked, "Is that not allowed?"

Seeing that her lips were slightly parted, as if she was about to speak, he continued to kiss her passionately.

She then said, "I am your husband, why not?"

Yun Chiyi belatedly realized that he didn't want her to say it.

Why? What's on his mind?

"Is Madam also going to space out at a time like this?"

Lin Jinyuan untied her belt and wrapped it tenderly around his hand. If she shed tears now and showed even the slightest disgust for him in her eyes, he would strangle her with this thin belt.

The official story was that she hanged herself after being humiliated by the Prince of Lin.

Let her and Lin Tingyu become a pair of star-crossed lovers in the underworld.

Yun Chiyi stared blankly, his eyes asking if he wanted to consummate their marriage or kill her.

"lady?"

He was urging him on.

Yun Chiyi bit her lip, moved her body and knelt on the bed, not afraid of a cripple like him.

With a cold expression, she pressed her hands on his shoulders, pushed him down onto the soft blanket, and straddled him without any hesitation.

He slightly sat up, pulled his legs back in, his expression darkened, and then lay back down.

Her slender fingers slipped between his, and his hand was drawn close to her heart. Her small face pressed against his, and her soft lips bit his lower lip.

She was always timid, prone to tears, and shy, but he could see that her weakness and harmlessness were all a facade.

Her eyes occasionally revealed a distant, cold glint, completely different from the obedient look on her face.

But at this moment, he couldn't tell whether her heartbeat was also faked.

Was her hot, soft tongue also just an act?

Her long hair was nourished with fresh flowers every day, emitting a faint floral fragrance, and the ends of her hair would occasionally brush past his Adam's apple.

Lin Jinyuan propped himself up on the bed with one hand, and Yun Chiyi, her ears red, slid down onto his taut legs, where he caught her tightly.

He brushed aside a few strands of hair clinging to her cheek, gazed into her clear eyes, his eyes calm as still water, and kissed her again.