The rain outside intensified, the howling wind sounded like knives, and large numbers of troops began to rush forward, while the surrounding scenery flowed rapidly past.
Yan Beimo glanced indifferently at the person lying on the table and withdrew the horsewhip from his hand.
Chu Changning was hit on the back by the table inside the carriage. Thinking of the scene where he had just been treated like a prey, he was so angry that he wanted to curse.
You're crazy, just say you want to strangle her.
She cursed inwardly, then, feeling the gaze above her, she composed herself, frowned, and stood up, supporting her lower back.
The cloak slipped off her body, revealing her exquisite figure.
The carriage was large and spacious.
He was dressed in a magnificent robe with a black silk and gold embroidered overcoat, leaning against a soft couch with a languid expression, but his eyes were as cold as a snow wolf from the Tianshan Mountains.
Chu Changning glanced at it and then looked away.
He was clearly in a bad mood.
She suppressed her anger and didn't say anything to provoke him. She sat down next to him, supporting her waist.
It was very quiet inside the carriage.
Chu Changning was a little thirsty. He glanced at the tea on the table, pursed his lips, and didn't move.
Yan Beimo was holding a book in his hand when he caught a glimpse of her eyes out of the corner of his eye.
He put down the book, leaned forward, picked up the teacup, and began to drink.
Chu Changning looked away and said calmly, "Put me down up ahead."
He didn't speak and ignored her.
Chu Changning was very tired. Seeing that he ignored her, she leaned against the carriage wall and pretended to sleep.
With a thud, the teacup landed on the table.
She was startled, opened her eyes, and looked at him.
Yan Beimo poured a cup of hot tea, placed it on the table, and said calmly.
"Don't you have hands?"
Chu Changning, "---"
She pursed her lips, picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and then unceremoniously ate a few bites of some pastries.
I've been on the run all day, and I'm both thirsty and hungry.
Yan Beimo glanced at her soaking wet clothes and took out a bib and a small dress for her from the back of the carriage.
"It's been changed."
Chu Changning paused, pulled his cloak tighter around himself, and shook his head.
"No need."
As soon as he finished speaking, his slightly cold eyes turned to her, carrying a threatening tone.
Chu Changning was soaking wet, her hair clinging to her cheeks, and the cool sunlight shining into her willow-leaf eyes made her look like a bewitching enchantress.
"I think your car is dirty."
Chu Changning, "---"
She looked down and saw that the carpet under the car was soaked with water from her body.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your skinny figure."
He said something, then lay back on the fragrant pillow behind him and closed his eyes slightly.
Chu Changning was angered by his mockery.
She paused, feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over, and seeing that he seemed to be asleep, she quickly took his clothes and took off her dirty ones.
Two slender, white legs gleamed in the dim light of the car, and her chest rose in soft, rounded curves.
Since giving birth, I've had breast engorgement, which is evident in my bellyband and gives off a faint milky scent in the air.
She didn't dare to squeeze in and quickly changed into a clean undergarment.
Suddenly, she felt a gaze fixed intently on her from the front.
She looked up and met his eyes directly.
The two locked eyes.
Looking at her fair skin, Yan Beimo suddenly remembered the milky scent he had smelled when they made love in the wooden house.
In a moment of panic, Chu Changning didn't think things through and grabbed a piece of clothing, slapping it across his face while cursing fiercely.
"What are you looking at?"
Caught off guard by her attack, Yan Beimo reacted quickly and immediately removed her bodice from her face, furious.
"presumptuous."
Chu Changning ignored his anger and quickly wrapped the clothes around her body, but the clothes were too complicated, making her flustered.
"Lawless and unruly."
Yan Beimo cursed, looked down, and saw the undergarment he was holding in his hand.
A sweet, subtle fragrance wafted in the air.
He felt a dryness in his throat, so he immediately threw her bodice aside, picked up his teacup, took a few sips, and then looked at her and asked her a question.
Where are the children?
Chu Changning fastened his belt, his expression indifferent.
"It was born but not raised properly, and it's gone."
Pshaw, she's just talking nonsense, God don't take it seriously.
Yan Beimo's face was cold as he reminded Chu Changning, "Don't forget, that's a descendant of the Yan family."
Chu Changning, "---"
"Do you think that having him with you is as good as being raised in the palace?"
“If Your Majesty desires offspring, there are plenty of people to bear them for you. I have already said that I have no offspring from your Yan family.”
Before she finished speaking, her arm was suddenly swung up, and she was thrown onto the small couch covered with a soft blanket.
Chu Changning was startled and tried to sit up, but his limbs were pinned down and he couldn't move at all.
"Chu Changning, do you think I won't kill you?"
He leaned down and pressed down on her, instantly bringing the two of them very close. The cool air that rushed towards her sent a chill down her spine.
A faint light shone from the side, passing through the car window and casting a shadow on his face, making his eyes appear hazy.
Chu Changning turned her face away, refusing to look at him, her voice cold.
"The fall off the cliff caused miscarriage and a lot of bleeding. Although the baby was born, but—"
As she spoke, she feigned tears and began to sob softly.
"The baby could not be saved."
Yan Beimo suddenly remembered the bloodstains on the stone in the cave in the middle of the cliff, and his heart sank. He also remembered the things he found in the Penglai courtyard, and looked at her coldly.
"Then why did you buy a baby rocking cradle?"
Chu Changning stiffened, but said, "It was prepared in advance."
Yan Beimo, "---
Chu Changning's initial actions were merely pretense, but this question reminded him of the pain he felt when giving birth to Ayu, and his nose tingled with emotion.
Who made her suffer this? Shameless wretch, still so arrogant.
Tears welled up involuntarily and fell from the corners of my eyes, my eyes red and moist.
"I know you want to kill me, so just kill me if you want."
Her voice trembled, and large tears rolled down her cheek and onto her fair collarbone, swaying precariously.
Yan Beimo glanced at her a few times, straightened up, and sat down to the side.
A stillness filled the air, and incense smoke curled from the small burner on the table.
Chu Changning didn't know if he believed her or not, but since he wouldn't let her go down anyway, she turned to the side, grabbed a small blanket from the side, covered herself with it, and closed her eyes, sobbing.
Yan Beimo glanced at her, saw that she was lying down with her eyes closed, and said coldly.
"Pack."
A low voice came from behind him. Chu Changning paused slightly, knowing that he still had doubts in his heart.
Her expression returned to calm, but she couldn't help but think of A-Yu's similar face, and a variety of inexplicable feelings welled up in her heart.
She couldn't help but recall when she first arrived in Yandu, how he treated her like a spy, gave her three broken bone nails, and humiliated her by forcing her to kneel. All of this was caused by him.
She didn't want to be with him anymore, she muttered.
"Put me down in the village ahead."
Yan Beimo's tall figure paused, and he sneered.
"Do you think this is an inn where you can come and go as you please?"
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