As night fell, Rouyin soaked comfortably in her bath, her smooth, jet-black hair cascading down naturally, her fair, jade-like skin reflected in the water, alluring yet tantalizing. Liu Qing, stroking his mistress's hair, blushed involuntarily. His mistress was truly a rare beauty, irresistible even to women; no wonder their Prince doted on her so much.
At the entrance, Yinzhen appeared to be walking steadily, but the more vigorous movement of his robes as he took his steps revealed a hint of urgency.
Upon arriving at the East Courtyard, before any servants could announce his arrival, Yinzhen waved his hand, stopping the announcement of the Fourth Prince's arrival. Su Peisheng quickly signaled Shiliu, Granny Wang, and others to step back and stand guard. Only the Prince was left to enter alone.
Shiliu felt a little flustered, but the Fujin was taking a bath. This... Wang Mama turned her head and glanced at her, and Shiliu immediately understood and retreated to her original position. That's right, the Prince and the Fujin are already husband and wife.
As soon as Yinzhen entered the inner room, he immediately understood. His ears felt a little hot. His wife, separated by a screen, leaned against a wooden tub, and a fragrant aroma wafted from her, making him feel intoxicated.
Rouyin noticed Yinzhen's approach and said lazily, "Your Highness is here. I am not able to serve you right now. Please sit for a while."
Her clear and delicate voice was so sweet that it calmed down Yinzhen's anxious heart. Yinzhen was still young at this time and could not yet match the maturity and composure of middle age.
Yinzhen sat on the chair, flipping through the book again, seemingly engrossed and single-minded in its world, yet lingering on a single page for a long time. A soft voice, seemingly oblivious to the screen, conveyed a sense of enjoyment. His long, straight legs were casually draped over the soft stool, and a maid gently massaged them, occasionally asking Rouyu if the pressure was suitable. The faint, soft moans of Rouyu had long since replaced the previous sounds of water, and the air was filled with a moist, sticky fragrance of orchids, which, along with the heat, seemed to subtly entwine around Yinzhen.
He silently changed his posture. He guessed that Rouyin had finished bathing and was receiving a massage from a maid. Thinking of the massage techniques his servants usually used on him, he blushed slightly, but his naturally dark skin made it difficult for others to notice.
When Rouyin finished getting ready, she came over wearing a simple undergarment, her long black hair flowing freely and her body exuding fragrance. For a moment, Yinzhen held his breath. Rouyin casually praised the prince for his hard work, then climbed onto the bed on her own, quickly and efficiently covering herself with the quilt.
Her entire body was exposed, revealing a fair face that was slightly flushed from the steam. Her round, glassy eyes turned and stared intently at the Fourth Master. "It's important for you to review your studies, but don't stay up too late, it's bad for your eyes. You should rest early, okay?" she asked softly, though it was just that she wasn't used to having light while sleeping.
Yinzhen was stunned for a moment. He nodded and slowly replied, "Okay, Yin'er, go to sleep first. I'll go to the side hall to review my books and then come to keep you company later."
Yinzhen moved his somewhat numb legs and walked out slowly and quietly. Sitting in the side hall, Yinzhen looked at the history books he usually read, feeling rather annoyed. He should have been thinking about governance, but his mind kept replaying Yin'er's rosy, flushed face. Su Peisheng cautiously looked at his annoyed master and tentatively asked, "Your Highness, it's getting late. I'm sure your wife is thinking of you. Why don't you wash up and rest early?"
Yinzhen moved his fingers and gave a light rebuke, but still ordered water to wash up. Su Peisheng knew he had made the right bet and was secretly delighted.
After washing up, Yinzhen returned to the inner room, climbed into bed, and found that his wife was already asleep. Looking at his wife's slightly parted, rosy lips and her chubby, pinkish-white face, he couldn't help but steal a kiss on her cheek. He gently embraced his wife, lay down contentedly, and unknowingly fell asleep as well.
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