Those icy hands suddenly gripped her slender waist, sending a shiver down her spine.
Chu Changning instinctively tried to push him away, but he held her even tighter.
"With your stubborn nature, sending you to the army camp for two days will teach you a lesson."
A warm call brushed against her ear, and her back stiffened, her body drenched in sweat.
A military camp?!
If she were really sent to the military camp, her life would be ruined.
Chu Changning's voice was stiff and hoarse, "My lord, please don't joke."
Yan Beimo remained silent for a moment, then lowered his gaze to look at her, a half-smile playing on his lips.
Chu Changning was puzzled by his gaze and muttered "crazy man" to himself.
The bronze lamps surrounding the room illuminated it brightly, while the moonlight outside the window was soft and warm. Only the cawing of crows could be heard, making the cold wind inside the room feel even colder.
"If you, my lord, are unharmed—"
"Get out."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly flew into a rage, startling Chu Changning.
So unpredictable!
Without a second thought, she lifted her skirt and ran outside.
Once outside the study, Chu Changning snapped out of her daze, her expression turning cold.
The moonlight overhead was cool and pale, and a gentle breeze rustled.
She clutched the wound a few inches below her shoulder, a flash of hatred crossing her eyes.
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Since dealing with those maids last time, the steward has not neglected Chu Changning, sending her only the finest clothes, jewelry, and food.
But perhaps because of her falling out with Yan Beimo, it's obvious that some people are deliberately targeting her lately.
She guessed that Yan Beimo didn't want her to have an easy time and wanted her to submit and beg him.
Chu Changning sneered. That scoundrel may appear aloof and ascetic on the surface, but he is vicious and domineering at heart. He is a madman who will stop at nothing.
She ignored it and continued with her own busywork.
Two days ago, she secretly went to the warehouse and stole some silver. All she needed to leave Yandu was a travel permit and a pass.
I need to go to the black market where they can make fake travel permits.
Thinking about this, she decided to go out.
But before they even reached the gate of the mansion, they were stopped by someone.
"The Lord has ordered that there has been some trouble outside recently, and the lady should stay safely in the manor."
This is a blatant house arrest.
Chu Changning pursed her lips. Although the world was in turmoil and the feudal lords were vying for supremacy, Yandu had always been peaceful. Where did this trouble come from? It was clearly a deliberate attempt to target her.
She didn't linger and turned to go back home.
But as soon as they reached the main courtyard, they heard the sound of furious slamming and smashing coming from inside the garden.
She listened carefully.
Not far away, the head of the Yan family strode out, his brows furrowed in anger, followed by a large group of Yan family members.
She immediately slipped behind the corridor and peered out at the large group of people.
The reason you're so angry is probably because of Yan Liangyu.
"Madam, the lord requests your presence."
Suddenly, a emotionless voice came from behind.
Chu Changning paused, his body stiffening.
Are people with internal energy cultivation able to walk silently?
"lady."
She immediately turned around and saw it was Nighthawk, and couldn't help but look up into the garden.
The artificial hill and lake are shrouded in light green bamboo, their shadows half-concealing the figures in front of the round window.
From her angle, she could vaguely see a man dressed in white standing quietly under the eaves, as pure and elegant as a jade tree, standing tall and white as a snow-covered stone, exuding a chill.
He seemed to notice her gaze and looked directly at her.
Chu Changning suddenly felt a chill run through his body and withdrew his gaze without saying a word.
Once inside the study in the front courtyard, everyone else left, leaving only the steward.
Chu Changning looked at the man who had already taken a seat in the chair and spoke calmly.
What brings you here, my lord?
Yan Beimo listened to her unhurried voice and looked up at her.
I deliberately ignored her for a few days, but she didn't care at all.
He chuckled and gave the butler a wink.
The butler understood and said, "Two days ago, the storeroom was robbed, and a guard saw the madam's figure."
"Does the butler mean I stole it?"
He gave her a bone-breaking nail and kissed her; what's wrong with taking some of his money?
Although Chu Changning was speaking to the butler, her eyes were fixed on him.
Yan Beimo casually glanced up at her, and she looked straight at him without blushing.
"This servant dares not. The storeroom is surrounded by secret guards, and the secret room is filled with assassins. They all claim to have seen the madam."
Chu Changning felt a knot in her heart. When she went there, she deliberately avoided the guards and never saw any secret assassins in the storeroom.
I'm impressed.
In her past life, she had seen all kinds of assassins in the organization, but none of them could compare to these ancient secret guards and assassins; they were truly elusive and unpredictable.
"Oh, which day?"
"The fifteenth day."
Chu Changning pretended to remember and said, "That night, I missed my mother so much that I went to the storeroom and took some money to buy offerings for the deceased. I didn't encounter any thieves."
“You keep accusing me of theft—” she glanced at the person in front of the table, “Your Excellency wouldn’t even be willing to spend money on offerings for your mother-in-law’s funeral, would you?”
housekeeper,"----"
Yan Beimo put down his book and said calmly, "Get out."
Chu Changning turned to leave, but the butler rushed out first, closing the door behind him.
She paused, then turned around.
"What use is a wife who doesn't know what's good for her?"
His face was stern, and his eyelids remained still.
Chu Changning pursed her lips and remained silent.
Yan Beimo twirled the pen in his hand, seemingly glancing at her casually.
She wore a light green dress that hugged her slender figure, her breasts were full, and her waist was as thin as a willow in the breeze. The light from the window slanted across her beautiful face, and a gentle breeze caressed her face. She was charming and graceful.
"come over."
Chu Changning didn't want to go over, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"My shoulder wound hasn't healed yet; I need to go back and take my medicine."
Upon hearing this, Yan Beimo showed no remorse whatsoever. He stood up and took a white porcelain bottle from the bookshelf behind him.
"You don't need to take that medicine."
After saying that, he put his arm around her waist and pressed her down onto the soft couch behind him.
Chu Changning felt uncomfortable and was about to struggle when he ripped the clothes off her shoulders and enveloped her in black mist.
"Don't move."
With a loud slap, he gave her a hard slap on the buttocks.
Chu Changning's cheeks flushed red, her mind went blank, and she stared at him in disbelief.
Yan Beimo's expression remained unchanged, his dark eyes fixed on the pink scar below her shoulder as he uncorked the bottle.
"This medicine is a tribute from the Western Regions and will not leave scars."
He offered an explanation and then began applying the medicine to her.
Cool fingertips circled and rubbed against the tender wound. The two were very close, their breaths mingling, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.
Chu Changning, his clothes half-exposed, lay sprawled on the soft couch, his eyelids lowered.
Yan Beimo glanced at her; she was a beauty with delicate features, her eyes adorned with rouge, her profile as if painted with a stroke of cinnabar and ink, her nose as if outlined with ink, and her lips as moist as water.
Her skin was as smooth and delicate as ice and jade, and the exposed, shimmering white cleavage undulated gently, truly a sight to behold.
The morning light cast a soft glow on the door.
Neither of them spoke; the only sound in the quiet room was the soft rustling of their clothes.
Unable to bear the atmosphere, Chu Changning urged him on.
"Are you done?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Yan Beimo suddenly threw down the porcelain bottle in his hand, grabbed her chin with his hand that smelled of medicine, and forced her to look directly at him.
Chu Changning was nearly knocked down by his sudden action.
She straightened herself up and looked at him.
Lanling Yan Er did indeed have a face that could bring disaster.
His face was as gentle as shimmering white snow or as bright as the moon in the sky, but she knew that his gentleness was only on the surface, and deep down he was indifferent.
Have you figured it out?
He swallowed hard, his hot breath brushing against her ear.
"Do you know how to serve your husband?"
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