Chapter 173 A long drought finally ends
The heavy palace door blocked out the earth-shaking cries from inside, and also blocked out the exclusive protection that Nangong Ye gave Ning'er.
Outside the hall, the stagnant air was still filled with heavy heartache and lingering anger.
Emperor Nangong Yu stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the tightly closed carved palace door, wanting to see through the thick nanmu wood to see the sister-in-law inside who made his heart ache.
The thunderous rage on his heroic face had faded, but was replaced by a deeper worry with imperial majesty.
"Just... let it go like this?"
His low voice broke the silence, with obvious unwillingness, questioning Nangong Ye's words that the matter ended here.
Nangong Yu's beloved sister-in-law bowed and apologized to a fisherman in public!
He could swallow this humiliation, but he could not swallow the dignity of an emperor!
The old couple was pitiful, but no matter how pitiful they were, they shouldn't let his Ning'er suffer such humiliation!
And that actor who was cut into pieces, was he just expelled?
It’s too cheap for him!
Dongfang Qiwu's eyes were red and swollen. Upon hearing this, he gently tugged at Nangong Yu's sleeve, his voice hoarse and tired from crying:
"Brother Yu... Aye is right, don't mention it again. Ning'er felt... worse than anyone else. She bowed because she felt she owed that girl, and it was a thorn in her heart.
If we continue to pursue the old couple or punish the actor, it will only make Ning'er feel even more sad, thinking that we don't understand her, that she... did something wrong."
She knew her sister too well. That seemingly impulsive bow was Ning'er's innate respect for life and sense of responsibility. To outsiders it was a humiliation, but in Ning'er's heart it was a price that had to be paid.
Forcibly "getting back the favor" would only rub salt into Ning'er's wounds.
Nangong Yu's chest heaved as he looked at his wife's red eyes and pleading expression, which eventually turned into a long, stifled sigh.
Doesn't he understand this truth?
It’s just... it hurts!
It hurts like a piece of flesh is cut off!
He waved his hands irritably, as if to dispel the suffocating air:
"Forget it! Wu'er, let's go back to our room! I...my heart is choking just looking at this palace door!"
He needed to calm down and digest the emperor's anger and deep love that had nowhere to vent.
Dongfang Qiwu nodded, then looked at the closed palace door with concern, then took the maid's hand and left with Nangong Yu, looking back every few steps.
Her heart was also heavy. Her sister's suppressed crying burst out like a devilish sound lingering in her mind.
She had to go to the small kitchen and keep an eye on it. Ning'er cried so hard that she would definitely be thirsty when she woke up. She had to prepare calming soup and throat-soothing honey water, and keep them warm... She had to use busyness to fill her worries.
On the other hand, Nangong Yue’s emotional storm had not completely subsided.
Although she was half-carried away from the bedroom by Shen Xiaoyun, her aunt's heart-wrenching cry and the figure bowing in public were engraved in her heart like a brand.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more heartbroken she felt, and all this evil anger was directed at the people around her.
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"
Nangong Yue's eyes were red. As soon as she returned to the exquisite courtyard where they lived, she shook off Shen Xiaoyun's hand and pointed at his nose like an angry little beast, accusing him.
"If you hadn't been telling me every day that I needed to take care of myself and get more rest, and that the child couldn't leave me alone, I would have gone to help my aunt run the theater long ago!
If I were here, would Mo Ying dare not take it seriously? That bastard named Liu Hanzhang, I can tell at a glance that he is not a good person!
My aunt is so busy, how could she do everything herself? It's all your fault! You forced me to stay stuck in this yard!"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, tears streaming down her face. Thinking of how good her aunt had always been to her, her heart ached like a knife:
"How much has my aunt-in-law worried about me and Yanmao? How old is she? She should be a treasure held in the palm of our hands!
Now, for a lowly actor, you have to bow and apologize to the fishermen... Chen Xiaoyun! Do you... do you have a clear conscience?!
Her chest heaved with anger, and her body, which had just recovered from childbirth, trembled slightly.
Looking at his wife's tearful, angry and anxious appearance, Chen Xiaoyun felt both self-blame and helplessness, and more importantly, an indescribable pity and... a desire that had been suppressed for a long time.
Ever since Nangong Yue became pregnant, he has been holding her like a rare treasure, treating her with extreme caution, fearing any mishap.
In the later stages of pregnancy, he followed the doctor's advice and did not dare to go beyond the line.
The thrilling scene of Yue'er's childbirth left him with lingering fears. In the two months after the birth, he turned into an ascetic monk, focusing all his energy on taking care of his wife and children and handling official business. He didn't even dare to have a trace of romantic thoughts, for fear of disturbing Yue'er's rest.
But at this moment, watching his beloved wife crying with excitement because of her heartache for his aunt, her figure, which had become more graceful due to childbirth, rose and fell under the thin spring clothes.
The reddened corners of the eyes and the slightly opened lips carried an unconscious temptation. Shen Xiaoyun felt a fire that had been suppressed for too long, and suddenly it shot up from his lower abdomen straight to the top of his head!
All rationality, self-blame, and excuses were burned to ashes at this moment by this surging, primitive desire!
He suddenly took a step forward, no longer the patient and patient look he had just shown. His eyes instantly became deep and burning, filled with an extremely aggressive possessiveness that Nangong Yue had not seen in a long time.
He grabbed Nangong Yue's wrist as she was still accusing him. His force was not strong, but it was so strong that she would not let him escape. His other hand tightly held her slender waist and pulled her into his hot arms!
"Yuer!"
His voice was extremely hoarse, with a kind of heart-pounding magnetism. His hot breath sprayed on her sensitive ears and neck, causing her to shudder.
"It's my husband's fault! It's all my husband's fault! I was negligent. I failed to share my aunt's worries and let her suffer!"
While he was eagerly admitting his mistake, his hot lips had already uncontrollably dropped dense and scorching kisses along her graceful neckline.
The kiss was filled with the greed of regaining what was lost and the eagerness of rain after a long drought. Every inch of her skin made him fascinated.
"I have taken note of the grievances inflicted on my aunt! I will definitely seek retribution with interest! Not a single one of those blind bastards will escape!"
He panted, as if he was making a vow, or as if he was finding a reason for his behavior that was about to get out of control.
"But Yue'er..."
He suddenly raised his head, his deep eyes surging with an inexhaustible passion. He locked onto Nangong Yue's beautiful eyes, which were slightly widened in shock. His voice was low and bewitching, with a hint of grievance and immense desire:
"My Yue'er...my dear Yue'er...do you know that your husband...misses you so much!"
The last few words were almost between her lips and teeth, carrying a strong, undisguised desire, which hit Nangong Yue's heart hard.
Nangong Yue was confused by his sudden change and the scorching breath.
The anger and accusations just now, in the face of his overwhelming enthusiasm and the longing-filled "I miss you so much", were like ice and snow in the sun, and melted away in an instant.
The long-lost intimacy, the feeling of being strongly needed, and the familiar throbbing awakened deep in her body made her legs and feet weak and her cheeks burning hot.
"You...what are you doing...let go of me...child..."
She struggled in vain, but her voice was as thin as a mosquito's whistle, with a coquettish look of wanting to refuse but also to accept, and she had completely lost the momentum she had just had.
"The child is being looked after by a wet nurse..."
Shen Xiaoyun chuckled softly, that laugh carrying the joy of success and uncontrollable eagerness.
He didn't give her any chance to think, he leaned over and sealed her mouth with a kiss, stopping all her unfinished words.
This kiss was different from the gentle and lingering ones in the past. It was hot and lingering, carrying the domineering power of conquering cities and the longing that had been accumulated for too long.
Nangong Yue symbolically rejected him twice at first, but soon she was lost in his familiar yet unfamiliar breath. Her hands involuntarily wrapped around his strong waist and she responded awkwardly.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise instantly.
The clothes slipped off one by one in the hurried and chaotic tugging, like butterfly wings freed from their restraints.
Shen Xiaoyun's movements were filled with an almost pious eagerness, but when he touched her still soft body, he couldn't help but soften his strength, fearing that he would hurt her.
He buried his head in her neck, greedily absorbing her scent that was a mixture of milk and sweetness, as if to make up for the lost time.
"Yuer...my Yueer..."
He whispered her name over and over again, like the most beautiful love words.
The long-lost body was like a dry land longing for rain. Under his gentle yet strong caress, Nangong Yue soon turned into a pool of spring water.
All the grievances, anger, and worries were thrown away in this long-lost intimacy. Only the mingling of their breaths, the touch of their hot skin, and the overwhelming, drowning wave of pleasure remained.
The red candle flickered, the curtains swayed gently, and the low humming and breathing intertwined into the most moving nocturne, telling of the longing for separation and soothing each other's restless souls.
This night is the sweet rain after a long separation and the complete release of suppressed emotions. It temporarily dispels the haze of the day and leaves the room full of beautiful spring love.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
