Chapter 33 Leng Huaping is both indulgent and disciplined.

With her neck held in place, Cui Yiluo's breasts were half-held in his mouth. He came at her aggressively, revealing a raw and reckless nature beneath his usual mature and calm demeanor.

Ruan's pure petals were licked, and Cui Yiluo was aroused. She carefully closed her mouth, preventing him from entering, but Jiang Yunjin's urging made her weak at the knees. She could only rely on his large hand holding her neck and his arm across her waist, otherwise she would have been unable to stand.

Can Qinwen alone ignite Yuwang's desire, or has it aroused his competitive spirit?

He had never taken the initiative to flatter her before, but today, because she had played him, he directly grabbed her and forced her to endure his dominance.

When Cui Yiluo opened her eyes, she saw that his eyes were tightly closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was completely absorbed in his own world. His long eyelashes were clearly defined, and his thin eyelids concealed all the emotions in his dark eyes.

His jaw was tingling, but he stubbornly tried to pry open her teeth, so he used even more force, as if he could already feel her softening and turning into a trembling scalp.

But Cui Yiluo was incredibly resilient. Even as she choked on her sobs, had to grab his muscular arm, bend her waist backward, and have her neck held tightly, preventing her from escaping, she still held her ground.

But the situation soon changed.

He found other ways to get her to talk.

As the retreating guards folded up, the extreme tension of the Zhen Chan made Cui Yiluo's consciousness blur, while Jiang Yunjin seemed to have found the key. While admiring her, he quickly grabbed her chin at the last moment when she couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Everything was done by Nagawara Nagomi.

In a state of extreme confusion, Cui Yiluo realized that he had done it on purpose. Desire, this thing, had filled even the usually gentle and mild-mannered gentleman with a desire for revenge.

Tonight, her purity has never been free; soaked and mingled by the water, she is all the more easily captured.

Finally, despite Cui Yiluo's repeated attempts to urge him to end the encounter, it was to no avail; all she received in return was an even fiercer glare from him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, no longer passively accepting what he took, but actively pursuing him.

This seemed extremely effective. Soon, his large hands pressed down hard on her shoulders and back, as if trying to completely integrate her into his bones.

Cui Yiluo fiercely scooped up his pure essence.

While they were locked in passionate lovemaking on the bed, Jiang Yunjin remained the aloof and dignified gentleman off the bed. It seemed that once this was over and the tide receded, he would revert to his gentlemanly manners, becoming so upright and serious that he was unapproachable.

They never made love under the bed, but on the bed he would pull her into the blankets, making love with her in a passionate and unrestrained manner.

He must have despised himself for indulging in lust on the bed, to the point of not even wanting to stop.

But for the sake of having offspring, he had no choice but to do so. These past few nights, he had kept her on the bed, strictly adhering to the rules and never doing it twice a night. Several times after bathing, she could clearly feel his faint heat rising, but he endured it.

The consequence was that, on that one and only time, he always held on and refused to end it, and no matter how hard Cui Yiluo tried, she couldn't sway him in the slightest.

It would be better to divide it into two parts. And to adhere to the rules so strictly in order to have offspring, one wonders whether the rise and fall of the Jiang family or the rules are more important to him.

Indulging on one hand, adhering to rules on the other.

But Cui Yiluo found it increasingly boring. Perhaps it was because she had seen him wallow in lust, and he always used the same method, even when he touched her, he only pinched her waist.

However, he probably thought that if she took out the box of booklets that Yang Jingling had given her, even if it would help with having children, he would not do it, and might even scold her for not following the rules as before.

But on the other side of the world these past few days, in Madam Jiang's courtyard, the atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.

"Madam, the Fourth Madam has arrived."

Madam Jiang was sitting on the couch with her prayer beads, but she didn't seem to be able to calm down. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and when she opened her eyes after hearing Minggu's report, she revealed the displeasure she had been feeling for the past few days.

Before long, Minggu led a woman in.

"Greetings to my mother-in-law."

Fourth Madam Shen was respectful and compliant, which improved Old Madam Jiang's expression considerably: "How has Mingjue been these past few days?"

Mentioning her son, Madam Shen's smile widened: "Mingjue is diligently studying at the Imperial Academy. With an elder brother like Shenzhi as his role model, how could Mingjue dare to slack off?"

When Jiang Yunjin was mentioned, the old lady paused for a moment, and her smile faded slightly.

Madam Shen was extremely perceptive and immediately realized that her mother-in-law's attitude towards the doctor's nephew was inappropriate. After a moment of silence, she tentatively asked, "Mother-in-law, have you been troubled by Shenzhi's matter these past few days?"

Old Madam Jiang glanced at Madam Shen, her gaze carrying a subtle but chilling aura.

Madam Shen forced herself to say, “Mother-in-law, Shenzhi has never been with a woman before. He has just gotten married, so it’s inevitable that he has forgotten the rules. But this Cui family comes from a humble background. How can her vision and knowledge compare to those of noble ladies in Shengjing? As time goes by, Shenzhi will naturally get tired of her. How could he be willing to hand over the Jiang family to that Cui family to manage?”

Upon hearing this, Madam Jiang paused for a moment, her expression softening slightly. She then said in a deep voice, "The Jiang family has accumulated wealth and resources over generations to achieve what we have today. If it were to be destroyed in this state, how could I possibly face my ancestors?"

Madam Shen rolled her eyes and said, “Mother-in-law, don’t you have some connection with Old Madam Sun of the Duke of Ying’s Mansion? If it weren’t for the fact that her granddaughter hadn’t come of age when Shenzhi was in mourning, the two of them might have been able to form a good match. Now that Princess Qingting is sixteen, she is beautiful and intelligent. In my opinion, why don’t you write a letter to Old Madam Sun and ask her to organize a poetry gathering? Then you can send someone to keep an eye on things. Even if Shenzhi has no interest in the princess, at the poetry gathering, Cui’s talent will definitely be far inferior to the other noble ladies. She will be outshone and Shenzhi will inevitably feel disgusted when he sees her. He will definitely realize that he shouldn’t have entrusted the Jiang family to Cui to manage.”

Upon hearing this, Madam Jiang pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised her voice and said, "Bring me paper and pen."

A quarter of an hour later, a letter was sent out from the Jiang residence.

The poetry gathering was held in the front garden of the British Duke's mansion, which was surrounded by pavilions and waterside terraces, making it convenient for everyone to move around. The front garden was filled with embroidered screens, and writing brushes and ink were also set out. According to the rules of the poetry gathering, after entering, one had to write half a poem on an embroidered screen before one could continue writing the poem for others.

Cui Yiluo picked up a cup from the embroidered screen and began to write. Her brocade sleeves fell slightly, revealing a section of her slender, snow-white wrist, with faint red finger marks visible at the edge of the sleeve.

Lilan reminded her, "Miss..."

Cui Yiluo glanced at it, just as she finished writing the poem and put down her pen, deftly pulling up her sleeves.

"Miss Cui."

A familiar male voice came from behind her. Cui Yiluo paused for a moment, and her expression immediately darkened.

"Master Yuan, what a coincidence."

When Cui Yiluo turned around, she had a polite smile on her face, but her eyes were cold and devoid of any smile.

Yuan Ling said with a playful tone, "Unfortunately, I came here specifically to find Miss Cui."

Cui Yiluo said with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh? I wonder what brings you here, Lord Yuan? I don't think I've done anything recently that would warrant the Yunyi Guards coming to find me."

"Now that Miss Cui's wish has been fulfilled, there's naturally no need for further effort. However, I am somewhat curious as to why others have been going to such lengths for Miss Cui."

Looking at the sinister look in Cui Yiluo's eyes, Yuan Ling laughed: "The matter of Ye Tan is a pretense targeting the Empress and the Second Prince; it is truly aimed at you, Miss Cui."

The front courtyard was filled with noble ladies and gentlemen attending the poetry gathering. Although there were many embroidered screens covering the area, the crowd was dense and noisy. Cui Yiluo maintained her smile, but her eyes turned completely cold.

"Lord Yuan, what exactly are you trying to say?"

“It’s nothing,” Yuan Ling said with a relaxed smile. “But I find the things that Miss Cui has encountered quite interesting, and it makes me curious as well. Doesn’t Miss Cui herself find them interesting?”

Cui Yiluo sneered and retorted, "What, does Lord Yuan perhaps intend to help me investigate?"

Yuan Ling's eyes were deep and unfathomable: "Then we'll see what Miss Cui offers in exchange."

"Master Yuan."

Jiang Yunjin's voice rang out, and both Cui Yiluo and Yuan Ling were taken aback.

Not far away, a man dressed in a silver-gray brocade robe embroidered with pine and bamboo patterns stood out. He exuded a cool and aloof aura, but what made people even more hesitant to approach him was the oppressive atmosphere emanating from him. His handsome and resolute face was clearly expressionless, yet it subtly conveyed a sense of displeasure and pressure.

Cui Yilu asked instinctively, "Why is my husband here?"

Then she remembered that today's poetry gathering was hosted by the Duke of England's mansion. She had heard that the old lady of the Duke of England's mansion and the old lady of the Jiang family were quite close. All the young ladies and gentlemen of the Jiang family who had free time today had also come. So it was not surprising that Jiang Yunjin would come.

However, he didn't even tell her he was coming.

Cui Yiluo's smile remained unchanged: "Why didn't you tell me, my husband?"

For some reason, Jiang Yunjin's expression softened slightly. He walked to Cui Yiluo's side and stood with her in front of the embroidered screen.

“Grandmother just sent me here this morning. There are some things to take care of outside. It’s too early, and you haven’t woken up yet, so I didn’t have time to come.”

His tone was calm, and he spoke as concisely as ever, but Cui Yiluo always felt that there was something strange about his words.

Just like... they really are an ordinary couple with a close relationship.

The unpredictable Yuan Ling was still there. They had only discussed half of their deal, and in order to gain more benefits, he insisted on discussing it further with her.

Jiang Yunjin overheard her discussing with Yuan Ling again, and who knows how much she heard. If he finds out that she is secretly trying to find out the truth, he will probably stop her. After all, if a pawn has consciousness, it will not be easily manipulated.

Cui Yiluo's mind was in turmoil when the aloof gentleman beside her suddenly turned to Yuan Ling and said earnestly, "Regarding the matter of the Night-Blooming Jasmine, I thank Commander Yuan for investigating the truth for my wife."

In the end, Xiao Zheng pushed a patrolling guard to take the blame, closing the case as a case of the guard stealing from his post. Yuan Ling, having served the emperor for many years, naturally knew that the emperor didn't want to investigate further and that a public explanation was enough.

All three present knew the truth, but Jiang Yunjin politely thanked them, which puzzled Cui Yiluo.

Yuan Ling smiled faintly, his tone somewhat meaningful: "You're too kind, Lord Ling. I'm happy to do it."

Jiang Yunjin's eyes darkened slightly, and he nodded gently.

A brief silence fell over the embroidered screen.

Seeing that neither of them intended to move, Cui Yiluo figured that the matter could not be discussed for the time being.

Just as Cui Yiluo was about to find an excuse to leave, a clear and melodious female voice suddenly broke into her ear.

"Brother Jiang, I didn't expect you to come today."

The three looked in the direction of the sound and saw a pretty woman standing gracefully a few steps away. She wore a light green long dress embroidered with orchids, and her dark hair was simply adorned with a few hairpins. She was not ostentatious, but upon closer inspection, one could tell that she was of high status.

The clothes and jewelry, though not ostentatious or extravagant, but simple and elegant, were made of the finest materials, something even wealthy families might not be able to afford; only the powerful and wealthy could afford them.

Within the Duke of Ying's mansion, only Princess Qingting could be dressed like that. Cui Yiluo immediately recognized the person's identity.

Jiang Yunjin simply bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, County Princess."

Qingting's tone became lighter: "I just wrote a poem on the embroidered screen, but I'm not very satisfied with the ones they added. Brother Jiang, you are a man of great talent, why don't you help me add the second half?"

After saying that, he smiled at Cui Yiluo and said, "This is the first time I've met you, sister-in-law. I only caught a glimpse of you from afar during the wedding ceremony. I would like to ask Brother Jiang to leave for a moment. Would you be so kind as to grant me permission?"

Jiang Yunjin hesitated for a few moments, about to speak, when his wife spoke up beside him.

Cui Yiluo smiled and said, "You're too kind, Princess. In that case, husband, please go ahead."

Hearing Cui Yiluo's urging tone, Jiang Yunjin glanced almost imperceptibly at Yuan Ling, who was raising an eyebrow with interest in his eyes, and his eyes darkened completely.

Author's Note: The county princess only loves writing poetry; she doesn't have many scenes and isn't interested in her cousin. [Pity]

Someone else, however, was extremely jealous. [doge emoji]

Thank you to all the little ones who watered with nutrient solution! [heart emoji]