When dinner was served, Fourth Master took Lanqin's slightly cold hand and led her into the cabin. They sat down on the heated couch by the window, where a large eight-immortal table was set up, big enough to hold the pots and the prepared dishes.
"You all go back. Only Su Peisheng and Nianxue will stay here. The rest of you don't need to wait here," Fourth Master waved his hand and gave the order.
Everyone withdrew as instructed, and Lanqin personally placed the vegetables one by one into the pot to cook. The rich aroma of beef broth immediately filled the entire room, and the charcoal charcoal glowed red.
"Master, when was this room prepared? How come Lanqin didn't know anything about it?" Lanqin couldn't help but ask.
"I've heard someone say that they really want a small wooden cabin in the woods, so they can watch the snow and admire the plum blossoms from inside when it snows," Fourth Master said irritably.
Lanqin remembered that she had said those words to Fourth Master a long time ago, but she didn't expect him to remember them and actually build her such a small wooden house.
"My lord, are you still angry with me? I didn't mean to send you away," Lanqin couldn't help but say. She wasn't a woman who liked to cause trouble, but seeing that the Fourth Prince had kept her wish in his heart and actually made it happen, and even brought her along to sit in the place of their past dreams, Lanqin could no longer hold back. How much she didn't want the Fourth Prince to go to someone else.
"Did Mother tell you to consider the Prince's offspring?" the Fourth Prince pressed. Back in Consort De's palace, Consort De had already privately told him that favoring only one woman in the inner palace wasn't truly good for her. Being good to her meant not isolating her, leaving her vulnerable to jealousy and scheming; being good to her meant not subjecting her to pressure from all sides; being good to her meant letting her live a peaceful and comfortable life in the inner palace.
Lanqin swallowed Consort De's words with a bitter taste in her mouth, not wanting to mention them again, which made the already strained mother-son relationship between the Fourth Prince and Consort De even more distant.
"My lord, shall we have some more children?" Lanqin said emotionally, wondering if Consort De would stop saying those words to her if she had a few more children.
"Alright, I also want to have a child with Qin'er." Fourth Master saw the forbearance and bitterness in Lanqin's eyes. Even without asking, he knew that his mother must have told her something.
Lanqin lowered her head shyly, putting aside her many thoughts, and said to herself: I must cherish the feelings this man has for me, and protect myself so that I can continue to stay happily by his side.
Su Peisheng and Nianxue stood at the door of the house. Although there were some people there, they were all happy.
After Fourth Master and Lanqin finished their dinner, it was already pitch black outside. Winter's white days are short-lived, and Lanqin told Fourth Master she wanted to return to the South Courtyard to rest. Firstly, she missed her child, and secondly, she couldn't bear to leave Su Peisheng and Nianxue keeping watch there. In the South Courtyard, there was a room where they could finally get some sleep; here, there was only one bed, and the winter night was extremely cold, and neither of them were made of iron.
Fourth Master followed her lead and naturally had no objections. After instructing the two maids to clear away the cups and dishes, Su Peisheng and Nianxue led the way with the Qi Si Lantern, while Fourth Master and Lanqin walked hand in hand through the slightly eerie and terrifying plum grove.
The ground was covered with a layer of snow, and it was starting to become slightly slippery, so Lanqin was having some difficulty walking.
"Come on, let me carry you on my back." Fourth Master felt very sorry for Lanqin, and was also afraid that her feet would get cold if she walked all the way back.
“Okay, Grandpa will carry you,” Lanqin replied sweetly.
After the Fourth Master carried her on his back, he followed Su Peisheng and Nianxue towards the garden gate. The two servants did their best to shield their masters from the winter wind so that they would feel less cold.
When the group finally returned to the South Courtyard, they were all soaked to the bone by the wind and snow. Although the snow hadn't melted immediately, some of it had still seeped into their collars and sleeves.
"Cui Niang, quickly boil some ginger soup for us to drink. Everyone should drink some." Lanqin felt sorry for Fourth Master, and also for the two servants.
Su Peisheng felt grateful to Lanqin again, as there were very few masters like her who treated their servants like human beings.
Lanqin had Xicha and Sihua serve the Fourth Master as he washed up, while she personally brought the ginger soup to his lips. She then instructed Supei and Nianxue to go and drink it, saying they no longer needed to serve him.
Fourth Master couldn't wait any longer. He had been abstaining from sex these past few days. Although he had visited Madam Yin and Madam Wu, it was only for a short visit. When it came to actually doing anything, he would always think of the little woman.
After he finished his ginger soup, he made Lanqin drink a bowl as well, and then immediately dismissed the servants in the room. Before Lanqin could speak, he picked her up again and strode into the inner room.
"My lord, I haven't washed up yet." Lanqin blushed deeply. She had originally wanted to go see Wuxiha and Xichen, but she didn't expect the Fourth Master to be so impatient. She felt both amused and embarrassed.
"I don't mind your body." Fourth Master put Lanqin down and, before she could even stand up properly, pushed her onto the bed.
The Fourth Master had never unbuttoned a woman's clothes before, so he was at a loss for what to do. However, he didn't want to call in a maid to serve him, so he was getting a little anxious.
"My lord, I will do it myself." Although it wasn't Lanqin's first time in London with the Fourth Master, her feelings today were different from usual. Even though she had given birth to Wuxiha, Lanqin was still as shy and delicate as a virgin.
The room was warm and cozy, with an underfloor heating system. Inside the gauze curtains, a scene of erotic beauty unfolded.
*****
Actually, Fourth Master still kept his temper in check; otherwise, he would have been even more ruthless than he is now.
"Yinzhen, you're such a bastard," Lanqin said through gritted teeth, her snow-white neck and chest covered in bruises.
The Fourth Master felt a little embarrassed looking at her, and then looked at that area again; it was already swollen.
Lanqin, with her eyes closed, huffed and puffed out, "Bastard, bastard!!"
Fourth Master picked up a handkerchief and personally wiped Lanqin's face, coaxing her as he did so, "Good girl, I'll wash you myself."
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