Chapter 15: I was so enraged by her caressing me that I surrendered within half a cup of tea while eating lychees...
When she felt another wave of pain coming towards her heart, Lin Meizhu whispered, "Prince, please let me come."
She couldn't push this man away at all, and there was no reason to push him away. He was her husband, and she had to give him what he wanted.
Shen Changfeng's grip on her wrist lightened slightly, but when he saw the indifferent look on her face as if she had seen through life and death, he felt inexplicably angry.
Didn't she just want him to pamper her? Who was she acting so pretentiously for? Thinking of this, Shen Changfeng not only didn't loosen the restraints, but tightened them around her waist. With a strong tug, the ties behind her neck and waist broke.
With his palm against her cheek, he forced her to look up at him, "Still pretending?"
Lin Meizhu lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes gently brushing against his fingertips, "My Lord, my hands hurt so much. Let me do it myself."
Shen Changfeng looked at the undried tears on her face and paused. Lin Meizhu struggled slightly and turned around.
Her palm was soft and a little cool, but his warmth balanced it out nicely.
Her fingers are well-proportioned and slender, and she must be just as nimble when fiddling with the abacus beads.
Lin Meizhu knelt on the bamboo mat, a cool feeling seeping up from her lower abdomen. Despite the sweltering summer night, she shivered slightly. She held her moon, holding her breath, and slowly moved closer. Just as their lips were about to meet, he turned his face away.
Ah, I almost forgot, he said he smelled. She wasn't worthy of such an intimate interaction as kissing.
Lin Meiju opened her eyes, laughed at herself, stepped back a little, and with one hand took off the red silk blouse that was half hanging around her waist and was torn.
The palm holding her waist became hot, she was lifted up, and then the pain like ants gnawing at her exploded in her mind.
The taste of red lychees far surpasses all delicacies in the world.
It is hard to imagine that this thin branch transplanted from Lingnan can produce such abundant fruits.
He almost drowned in this surging white ocean.
Lin Meiju looked at Chengchen, who was swaying slightly, with a somewhat empty look in her eyes. She tried hard to hear the ticking of the Western clock amidst the noise in her ears. Her consciousness gradually withdrew, and the pervasive pain did not seem so painful anymore.
The passionate voice rang close to her ear, with unsatisfied dissatisfaction and repression, "Hand others to the pavilion."
He picked up his favorite lychee, biting it skin and flesh, then swallowed it with a punishing gulp. Lin Meizhu hissed, and the ebony pillar was covered with messy, sweaty fingerprints.
He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled the person who had shrunk into the corner out again.
A cool breeze blew by, and the dull ache in her abdomen suddenly became more pronounced, like a cold iron lump slamming into her soft flesh. The dull pain suddenly intensified into a pounding pain. Lin Meizhu's grip tightened, and she suddenly heard a suppressed groan from the throat of the person in front of her.
She had never heard his voice sound like this before. It was like the whimpering of some small animal, a bit feminine, and as if it had been bullied and wanted more comfort and compassion.
Then her palms felt warm, and Shen Changfeng seemed to have taken off his armor and fell softly into her arms.
The bamboo mat was soaked and dripping with sweat.
Lin Meizhu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the sunny weather did not last too long.
Both of them were panting. The air was filled with a faint scent of moon and stars, which soon turned sticky and cool. Lin Meizhu's upper body was exposed, and she felt dirty, smelly, and painful all over. She found a gap under his arms, stepped barefoot, and said, "There's hot water in the bathroom. I'll go..."
Before she finished speaking, she felt his face suddenly turn cold.
Lin Meiju suddenly took a step back, opened her mouth to explain, but almost bit her tongue.
She always saved unused hot water for emergencies, a habit she brought from Lingnan, and she had no intention of hinting at his impatience.
But she also knew that the more she explained at this time, the more embarrassed he would be. While she was hesitating, Shen Changfeng turned over from the couch, his face gloomy and uncertain, and suddenly called out loudly, "Chen Yue, apply the medicine!" Then he strode into the clean room.
A concise and powerful reply came from outside the room, followed by the sound of a door being pushed open. Lin Meiju hurriedly picked up an outer shirt on the ground and put it on herself, then slipped behind the layered curtains.
Martial artists possessed highly sensitive senses. As Chen Yue entered, he caught a glimpse of a figure slipping away from under his eyelids, leaving behind only a few wisps of fragrance and a pair of sparkling white ankles. The pearly gauze curtain swayed gently, revealing the delicate, adorable toes beneath, now nervously curled up and standing upright, almost touching the wall.
Just this one glance was already a blasphemy. Chen Yue lowered his head and frowned, secretly adjusting his internal breath, and walked into the clean room without looking around.
By the time Lin Meiju finished washing herself, it was already late at night.
The person beside her was breathing evenly, as if she had fallen asleep. Lin Meizhu rested her head on her arm, the pearl bracelet on her wrist rubbing against her face, but she was completely unaware.
For fear of waking up the person beside her, she used all her strength to swallow the sore and wet feeling in her throat, but this also aroused the scar on her chest. She quietly moved herself away. The pain became more intense as the night went on, and spread throughout her body with every breath.
She should gently push her sleeping husband and tell him that she feels uncomfortable and wants a cup of hot water, a bowl of painkillers, or just a simple hug.
But she did nothing. She just silently arched her body, like a dead shrimp, staring blankly into the air.
This was clearly the most common intimate activity between husband and wife, but she was unable to derive a moment of pleasure from it. Instead, she felt pain and deep shame.
Compared to the reality that he didn't love her, what was even harder to accept was his condescending judgment. Lin Meizhu suddenly realized that no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to stand beside him as an equal.
There is no need for any other reason, just because she is Lin Meizhu.
This name has branded her. Whenever people think of Lin Meizhu, they will smile meaningfully and say, "Ah, it's her."
Everyone who mentioned her would prejudge her and speak in a critical tone, and even if she might not have done anything and just stood there quietly, some would say she was trying to seduce the air.
Her very existence is a sin.
Lin Meiju closed her eyes weakly, and a hot tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
She wasn't too sad, she just felt that these days were a little sad.
Early the next morning, a figure carrying a medical box hurried into Qinghui Hall.
Doctor Yang wiped the sweat from his temples and stood in the inner hall, waiting to be summoned. He felt a little uneasy. The person who delivered the message was Qingsong, Shen Changfeng's eunuch. He was still half asleep when he was dragged onto the carriage, and he almost urinated after holding it all night. What was the urgent matter? Could it be that the prince's injuries had worsened?
After Doctor Yang finished taking the pulse and carefully examining the wound on Shen Changfeng's back, the heavy stone in his heart slowly settled down, and the wrinkles between his brows relaxed. "The prince's wound has almost healed, and the scab will fall off soon. It will be itchy, so remember not to scratch it..."
When he looked up, he found that Shen Changfeng's face was a little solemn, and his eyes were scrutinizing, which clearly showed his disapproval.
"Are there any other problems with my body?"
Doctor Yang's soles were sweating as he watched him. In just a few moments, he reviewed all he had learned in his life and said, "An adult man's pulse is four to five beats per breath. Your prince's Guan pulse is soft and strong, indicating a healthy spleen and stomach. Your Cun pulse is neither floating nor sinking, indicating that the clear Yang of the heart and lungs is flowing..."
Shen Changfeng interrupted him and pondered, "Is there any medicine..."
Did the prince think the wound wasn't healing fast enough? Was he worried it wouldn't look good once it healed? He quickly added, "I'll prescribe some ointment right away. I guarantee the scar will be gone."
Shen Changfeng looked at him with a look of disappointment. Is that all? Do I look like someone who cares about these things?
Doctor Yang looked at the dark circles under Shen Changfeng's eyes, thought of the beautiful Crown Prince's wife, and the subtle hint in his pulse just now. He suddenly had an idea, and with a twitch of his eyebrows, he said loudly: "The Crown Prince's pulse is deep and continuous, which means his Qi and blood are abundant! His kidney Qi is strong!"
Shen Changfeng's expression brightened slightly, thinking that he had been holding it in for too long. Last night, it only took half a cup of tea for her to caress him into submission. There would be plenty of opportunities to get back at him later.
Thinking of her clumsy yet smooth knuckles, Shen Changfeng's throat burned again. He raised his teacup, took a slow sip, and said casually, "Let's check her pulse while we're at it."
Last night he accidentally discovered that Lin Meiju's hands and feet were a little cold. He thought that she might have had her period and was suffering from insufficient qi and blood, so he wanted someone to take a look.
Doctor Yang, who was cleaning up, quickly realized who this "she" was referring to. However, the medicine boy beside him was confused and whispered, "Master, didn't you check the pulse of the Crown Princess just the day before yesterday?"
Shen Changfeng coughed dryly twice, and Doctor Yang laughed and replied, "Yes, yes, I came here today to check Ping An's pulse." Then he turned around and gave his disciple a slap on the face, and said, "Where is the Crown Prince's Consort?"
The attendants replied, "The Crown Prince's Consort went to the manor early this morning."
Shen Changfeng never cared about these menial matters, so he sent the people to wait in the side hall. However, when lunchtime came, Doctor Yang came again with a bitter face.
Doctor Yang had waited in the hall, but no one showed up. He inquired about the manor's location and set out to find Lin Meizhu. But when he arrived, the people there said she had returned home. He'd toiled for miles on the scorching hot road, feeling like a fish grilled on both sides. Even as he stood before Shen Changfeng and answered, his head still sizzling with heat.
Shen Changfeng was puzzled. Zhuangzi wasn't far away, so where would she go after finishing her business if she didn't go back home? Thinking of the last time she was detained in Tianxiang Tower by the bad guys, Shen Changfeng's heart sank and he asked, "Where is Chen Yue?"
The servant replied, "He went out with the Crown Prince's Consort."
At this moment, a chaotic sound of voices came from the corridor, and the chaotic footsteps just stepped on his heartbeat. He saw Qing'er's tear-swollen eyes and said sternly, "What's going on?"
Chen Yue, who was following closely behind, opened his mouth to speak, but was overtaken by someone else.
Qing'er fell to her knees with a plop. "The Crown Prince's Consort is missing! Please, Your Highness, send someone to look for her quickly! I've been searching the farm for several hours, but there's no trace of her. The farmers said she told them she was leaving before she left and wouldn't be back!" Qing'er cried and kowtowed repeatedly. "After what happened last night... This morning, I felt something was wrong with the girl. She looked listless and didn't say a word..."
"I'm afraid the Crown Prince's wife will be upset! If it's too late, it will be too late!"
Qing'er's words were incoherent, but Shen Changfeng quickly sorted out useful information from her words: Lin Meizhu was missing. She had not been coerced and left on her own. She might do something to harm herself.
Everything around him receded like the tide. As he felt dizzy, Shen Changfeng clearly felt a sudden pain in his heart.
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