Since their marriage, Li Hua has always been just a businessman in front of Gan Qiongying. Gan Qiongying's care, pity, and heartache for him are all based on his vulnerable position.

Li Hua did not want to lose Gan Qiongying's attitude towards him; he thoroughly enjoyed the state of having someone care about him at all times.

Li Hua could use money or other means to demonstrate his masculinity, but he knew all too well the meaning of moderation.

He didn't gamble with emotions and humanity, so after much deliberation, he decided to keep the matter a secret.

Anyway, they'll be running away soon. As long as he cleans up the mess, he and Gan Qiongying can escape and live under assumed names, and no one will know about it anymore.

Therefore, Li Hua pursed her lips tightly, intending not to utter a single word.

Gan Qiongying pinched his face: "I know, I know, I know you are extremely capable. You hired a lot of wandering knights with money, right? The whole thing about holding off the Regent was thanks to you!"

Gan Qiongying sat on Li Hua's lap, rubbing his face and kissing him, his eyes, nose, mouth, and forehead—she didn't miss a single spot, conveying all her affection to Li Hua without missing a single detail.

"Of course I need your help; there are many things I need your assistance with."

"The money I have is all from you, and it's actually a little short."

“Take all my money,” Li Hua said. “It’s all yours.”

This is like a billionaire holding you and promising to give you all of his wealth.

No one could remain completely unmoved in this situation.

Especially since the wealthy man was as handsome as Li Hua, with a charming and gentle appearance.

Gan Qiongying felt her DNA stirring, and she hooked her arms around Li Hua's neck and kissed his lips.

Li Hua responded quickly, tilting his head back and letting Gan Qiongying revel in his mouth.

There were so many insurmountable obstacles between them, like the deep sea, but with just a few words, they became inseparable lovers again.

It was as if nothing in the world could separate them.

The two had just tasted the sweetness of love and were still in the throes of novelty. The mere touch of their lips was enough to set them ablaze, like dry tinder ready to ignite.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Manyue's voice: "Princess, the ginger tea is ready. Shall we bring it in now?"

Gan Qiongying used a lot of self-control to finally stop kissing Li Hua, but she was still very unwilling to give up and moved her waist and rubbed against Li Hua's leg.

Li Hua groaned, his forehead furrowed, his expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. He closed his eyes and tightly wrapped his arms around Gan Qiongying's lower back, pulling her closer to him.

He opened his eyes, which were filled with a deep, possessive desire. However, Gan Qiongying, who was the one who had provoked Li Hua, was not only not frightened by his appearance, but also deliberately mischievously reached her hand down slowly.

Fortunately, Li Hua caught him in time.

"Are you going to drink the ginger tea you had someone make?"

Li Hua's voice was clearly restrained, because the look in his eyes as he looked at Gan Qiongying was so intense that he wanted to devour her whole.

For a young man who had just begun to experience the feelings between men and women, Gan Qiongying's behavior could not be described as simply setting a fire; she was practically adding fuel to the fire.

However, Li Hua possessed exceptional self-control and did not allow Gan Qiongying to immediately get herself into trouble or to the point of losing control of her emotions.

Soon, Gan Qiongying let Manyue in, while Lihua went to the side room to tidy herself up.

When he came out, Manyue had already been sent away by Gan Qiongying. Gan Qiongying sat at the table and looked at Lihua, saying, "Drink the ginger soup. You caught a chill while riding the horse. You're already weak. After you drink the ginger soup, apply some to your legs."

“It’s already very late, and I’m so sleepy,” Gan Qiongying said, looking down at the dark brown liquid in front of her with a sad expression. “But I have to drink this bowl of contraceptive medicine.”

"The physician said this medicine is most effective when taken after intercourse, but it's been too long and I've forgotten about it. Now I can only drink this concentrated version..."

"It must be incredibly bitter."

Gan Qiongying's face was almost scrunched up. She picked up the bowl several times to smell it, but each time she put it down.

Li Hua walked over and sat down next to Gan Qiongying. He quickly composed himself and returned to normal, showing no trace of the emotional state he had just displayed.

However, the domineering and deep emotion in his eyes had not been completely concealed. He grabbed Gan Qiongying's hand and said, "Don't drink anymore. I know a doctor who is very skilled. He has many prescriptions, one of which can prevent a woman from getting pregnant without harming her body."

"This prescription was presented to the imperial palace in Jinchuan and was very popular among the concubines."

Li Hua said, "Women don't need to drink this bitter and harmful stuff after every sexual encounter. I'll have the doctor make that medicine into pills, and I can just take two pills a month."

Li Hua held Gan Qiongying's hand, took a sip of ginger tea, and said, "I will find a way to get him to develop the medicine properly. I will take the medicine myself from now on. As long as I cannot make you pregnant, you will no longer have to worry about this."

Gan Qiongying's first reaction upon hearing this was not joy, but rather a slight stinging in her nose. She chuckled softly, then sighed deeply.

She remembered Li Hua once saying to her, "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?" Gan Qiongying also wanted to say to Li Hua, "With a husband like this, what more could a wife ask for!"

A man who wants to sterilize himself will always be ahead of a man who only tells his wife to use contraception.

Li Hua is a man who grew up in ancient times. Such a man with such advanced thinking would far surpass many men in the modern world who are unwilling to wear condoms and even lie to women that they are in their safe period.

Gan Qiongying hugged Li Hua's arm, tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder, saying, "I really like you so much..."

How can Li Hua be so good? It's so good it's like a dream.

No, it's not liking.

Gan Qiongying looked at Li Hua and said, "I love you."

Li Hua spat out the mouthful of tea he had just taken a sip of; not a single drop remained.

There are countless ways for lovelorn men and women in this world to express their love, most of which are subtle and implicit. The most straightforward way is nothing more than a "like", "heartfelt joy", or "longing".

Even the love letters Gan Qiongying wrote recently, no matter how straightforward they were, were just copying some sentimental words to fit the local customs.

Li Hua had never heard anyone say "I love you" so directly.

And this was said to him.

While he was in shock, his heart felt as if it had been struck precisely by a giant hammer.

For a very long time, he stared blankly at Gan Qiongying. Everything around him was silent. He couldn't even feel his heart beating; it was as if he had already died.

She said she loved him.

Finally, someone in this world loves him.