The northern winds are cold; it's only August, but there's already a hint of snow. The wind howls, and a chill hits you in the face.
His gaze was dark and deep, carrying a strong sense of oppression that made her back tremble.
Chu Changning feigned weakness and reached out to hug his waist.
"My husband."
Her voice was soft and gentle, like the breeze from Jiangnan that had dyed fine white satin, lingering and soothing to the ear.
But Yan Beimo was always hard-hearted and was not moved by the girl's attitude at all.
He leaned over, pinning her limbs down and pressing her against the red pillar.
"Have you admitted your mistake?"
Chu Changning knew when to stop and leaned down to kiss the corner of his eye.
"I was wrong."
Seeing that she had given in, Yan Beimo reached out and lifted her chin, sucking on her soft lips.
"If you dare to run again, I'll break your legs."
They've always been like this; all they do is threaten.
A chill ran through Chu Changning's heart, mixed with a strange sense of disappointment.
She ignored her own feelings and responded to his kiss.
The two shared a passionate kiss in the garden.
Yan Beimo was tempted and reached his hand inside.
The cool fingertips touched the delicate skin, sending shivers of pleasure through the skin.
Chu Changning couldn't bring himself to do something so debauched in the garden during the day, so he quickly stopped him.
"Come inside."
"That's so stimulating."
"---"
Even the most aristocratic and arrogant young masters are just as absurd at heart.
Chu Changning inwardly complained, but remained outwardly calm. She grabbed his fidgeting hand and glanced around.
Yan Beimo kissed her neck, his voice hoarse.
"Don't be afraid, no one is here."
His rough fingertips grasped her smooth, delicate waist, lingering there repeatedly.
Her body suddenly went limp, and she could only lean on him for support.
The two only showed such tenderness in bed.
Chu Changning knew that he was the easiest to talk to right now, so she hooked her arm around his neck and asked in a low voice.
"My lord, how is Chang Le doing in the palace?"
Yan Beimo buried his face in her clothes and gnawed at her without saying a word.
Chu Changning breathed heavily and pushed him away in dissatisfaction.
"He won't die."
He suddenly lifted her up and licked her delicate, white collarbone.
Chu Changning instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, binding him tightly.
"Then she--"
"What? You want to save her?"
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Chu Changning bit her lip, her eyes reddened, and her voice was low and soft.
"I'm just afraid she'll be tortured by the Empress."
Yan Beimo glanced at her a few times, then suddenly smiled.
He was born with a handsome face, and usually had a refined and aloof demeanor, with an expression that was never surprised or moved. But today, his smile revealed a captivating and alluring charm.
He leaned close to her and whispered in her ear.
"Ah Ning, stop pretending. The way you are makes me want to bully you even more."
His deep, resonant voice was like the lingering fragrance of white jade, exuding a refined and elegant charm.
Chu Changning remained calm even after being exposed, and gently rubbed his waist with his knee.
"This is my only family member."
Yan Beimo's face suddenly darkened. "You think I'm dead?"
Chu Changning's heart skipped a beat, and a strange feeling welled up inside her. She looked at him without saying a word.
He bit her lip viciously, "The Empress is dead, and she's the only one left in the harem, she won't die."
Before she could react, he buried her.
Chu Changning grunted and bit his shoulder.
Dark clouds obscured the moon, and sparse white light spilled across the sky and earth, while the crabapple and peach blossoms clinging to the wall swayed in the wind.
The soft sound of bamboo drifted through the eaves and green tiles, and the two of them had been fooling around for who knows how long.
After being carried back into the house, Chu Changning was too tired to open her eyes, her whole body aching and weak.
"Have someone brew a bowl of cooling medicine."
She reached out and pushed the man off her.
Yan Beimo's eyes darkened slightly as he kissed her lips without saying a word.
Chu Changning closed her eyes wearily, listening to his silence, and suddenly remembered that there were no maids serving her here.
Just thinking about it made her roll her eyes in annoyance. What a childish brat.
"Go and get someone to fix it quickly."
Yan Beimo put his arm around her waist, lay down on his side beside her, and spoke in a low, husky voice.
"You don't need to drink anymore. If you get pregnant, I'll send you back to Chaoge to recuperate."
Chu Changning paused, his back stiffening.
"The world is in chaos now, with various warlords vying for supremacy and constant warfare. Your pregnancy at this time will become a handle for others to use against me."
Oh.
He used to secretly burn contraceptive incense in the house without her knowledge, letting her smell it for so long without her knowing, and then hypocritically claimed it was for her own good.
Why should she have to give birth to his child just because he wants it now?
Yan Beimo gently massaged her slender waist and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"
Chu Changning snapped out of her daze and caught a glimpse of his satisfied expression.
She couldn't help but carefully recall everything that had happened in the past few days.
Young men from prestigious families value their reputation. She secretly ran away and even tried to kill him, causing him to lose face completely. If she is caught and brought back, she will surely face certain death.
But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He just locked her up for a few days and didn't torture her as severely as before. In fact, he even broke into the cell in the middle of the night to take her away.
Now they're even making her have his child.
Could it be that he's unknowingly fallen for her?
Chu Changning was startled by his own guess. Could such a heartless and cold-blooded person really have committed patricide and fratricide?
"What? You don't want to have our child?"
A cool sound came from above.
She was startled, then instantly came to her senses.
Yan Beimo looked at her expression, his cold and stern eyes carrying a hint of ferocity.
Chu Changning tentatively asked, "The Yan family won't let me have the child."
"If you're pregnant, then have the baby."
After he finished speaking, he put his arm around her waist, pulled her close, and lay down.
"sleep."
He held her tightly; it was too hot under the covers.
The moment Chu Changning moved even slightly, he tightened his grip on her waist, holding her tightly.
She nestled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, somewhat lost in thought.
A madman like him won't let her go. Once he gets tired of her, she'll be in big trouble.
She can't escape, and she can't get a divorce. What should she do?
Only by holding power in one's own hands can one have a way out.
But how can a princess of a fallen kingdom wield power in this chaotic world and avoid being preyed upon by others?
The night breeze seeped in through the small window.
As Chu Changning pondered, he drifted off to sleep.
The next day, before dawn, she tiptoed out of bed.
The man beneath her was too wary; the moment she moved, he pulled her back into his arms.
"do what?"
"I'm going to the clean room."
He let go of her hand.
Chu Changning put on a long robe and got off the bed.
She tiptoed out the door and headed straight for the kitchen in the backyard.
Previously, Yan Beimo deliberately targeted her, preventing anyone from speaking to her. She was bored and, not knowing how to start a fire, went to the kitchen to cook for herself.
There was a young maid who was being mistreated and injured by the matrons in the mansion. She was the one who saved her.
The two then frequently met in private.
The little girl was tight-lipped and had a good temperament, so she decided to ask the girl to go outside and buy her some cooling medicine.
"Sister Changning, this stuff is really bad for your health."
Chu Changning didn't have time to explain in detail to her.
"Go quickly, you still need to brew the medicine when you get back."
The little girl left dejectedly.
She waited in the cold wind for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn; it was almost dawn.
The little girl sneaked back through the back door.
There were few people in the kitchen, so she hurried to prepare the medicine.
Chu Changning waited for about half an incense stick's time, drank the medicine, gave her a few taels of silver, and sneaked back.
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