Chapter 40 A Fleeting Dream Turns Out...
Yan Yize returned to his study, sat upright at his desk, and recalled how Shang Xu had almost been injured. His good mood, which had lasted all the way, vanished, and his eyes turned dark and gloomy, like the dark sky before a storm.
Remembering Shang Xu's trembling and sobbing in her arms, her heart tightened, and she wanted nothing more than to punish the person who had hurt him immediately.
Yan Yize spread out the Xuan paper, picked up his brush, and after carefully recalling the man's appearance, he put pen to paper. In just a moment, an ugly man with a scar on his face appeared on the paper.
She put down her pen, checked carefully, and after confirming that nothing had been missed, she called out towards the door, "Biyue."
Dressed in black, Biyue appeared without anyone noticing. She walked up to Yan Yize, knelt down respectfully, and bowed, her posture humble, "Your Highness."
Yan Yize picked up the portrait on the table and handed it to her, his tone chilling, "Find him and bring him to me."
Biyue respectfully accepted the portrait, examined it carefully, and after completely imprinting the person's image in her mind, she folded the portrait, carefully put it away, and solemnly promised, "Your subordinate will definitely complete the mission."
"Okay, go ahead."
Yan Yize was quite confident in Biyue's abilities; she had done a great job on the last mission, and he believed the result would be the same this time.
Shang Xu carried a pair of clay dolls back to the courtyard. As soon as he entered the house, he hurriedly closed the door and then quickly went to the table to place the clay dolls together. He was very careful and cautious, afraid that he might accidentally break them.
He placed the clay doll in front of his most beloved Cymbidium goeringii, a smile in his eyes, and stared intently at it while lying on the table. It was as if he and his clay doll were placed together, and he was deceiving himself into thinking that this way, it was as if he and she were together.
He stared at it for a long time, so long that he yawned, felt sleepy, and his eyelids kept drooping. He couldn't stay awake any longer, and only then did he reluctantly leave the clay doll.
Shang Xu was really tired. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed. Perhaps it was because he had looked at the pair of clay dolls for too long before going to sleep, but he had a dream for the first time in a long time.
In his dream, he returned to his wedding night, but unlike in reality, she did not leave in a hurry. Instead, she walked gently towards him, smiling as she handed him a cup of nuptial wine, her voice full of seduction as she said to him, "My husband, it's time to drink the nuptial wine."
He saw himself smile shyly, and then said "okay".
After drinking the Heqin wine, Yan Yize stared intently at him with her beautiful eyes. Under her burning gaze, his face flushed uncontrollably. In the dim candlelight, the blush resembled red plum blossoms in the snow.
Then, Yan Yize stepped forward, her fingertips brushing against his palm, and intertwined her fingers with his. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Husband, after we finish the wedding wine, it's time to go to the bridal chamber."
In the dream, he didn't speak, but blushed and nodded shyly.
Then, he heard her chuckle softly. Before he could figure out why she laughed, he was pushed down onto the bed, and the next moment, the red bed curtains fell...
Early in the morning, blinding light shone in through the window, and Shang Xu, who was in a dream, suddenly opened his eyes. The red bed curtains fell away, and the daylight was bright.
He was dazed for a moment, then turned his head to look at the empty space beside him. He came to his senses and realized that it was just a dream, a erotic dream.
Shang Xu lowered his eyes, lost in thought. The pleasure in his dream was so real that even now, when he recalled it, his breathing became disordered.
Shang Xu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. After a few times, he adjusted his breathing, but the blush on his face was still like a watercolor painting that had been spread and lingered. He raised his hand to touch his burning cheek and buried his face in the soft brocade quilt with embarrassment, only revealing his bright red ear tips. How could he have had a wet dream?
Fortunately, no one knows.
Shang Xu got out of bed and immediately saw the pair of clay dolls that had been placed on the table last night. He really liked the pair of clay dolls and wanted to look at them all the time.
Having just had such a dream, he couldn't bear to look directly at the pair of clay dolls. He was afraid that if he saw them, he would be unable to resist recalling the scene in his dream where he blushed and his heart raced.
He then pretended to be calm and looked away.
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Yan Yi arrived at dusk, a little later than usual.
There was a reason she was late.
As expected, Biyue did not disappoint her. In just one day, she found the person who maliciously pushed Shangxu on the street last night. She went to deal with this matter, which delayed her and made her late.
At first, Yan Yize thought the man was acting under someone's orders, but after several interrogations, he couldn't find out who was behind it. The man insisted that he pushed the person out of jealousy.
Recalling the man's words, she couldn't help but look at him. Shang Xu was undoubtedly handsome. His good looks were unadorned and straightforward. It seemed only natural that such a face would be envied.
Driven by mere jealousy, he pushed and killed someone. Human nature is indeed too wicked, and the man paid the price for his actions.
Yan Yize did not intend to tell him about this matter; such an unexpected disaster would only add to his distress.
She sat down opposite him, looked at the servants standing beside her, and ordered, "Serve the meal."
"Yes." The servant withdrew.
Shang Xu was troubled by last night's dream all day. He didn't even dare to look at the clay doll that resembled her, let alone face her directly. So, ever since she came in, his gaze kept darting away.
He knew only he was aware of his erotic dreams, but he felt inexplicably nervous around her. With her sitting across from him, his heart raced faster than ever.
Yan Yize noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead, glanced at the sky outside, and thought that although the weather was nice today, it was still winter and shouldn't be this hot. She looked at him with concern and asked, "Are you hot?"
Shang Xu first shook his head, then nodded hurriedly, "Yes... a little."
Afraid that she would continue to press him, he quickly said, "It will be fine in a little while."
Yan Yize had some doubts, but after glancing at him and seeing that he was alright, she didn't say anything more.
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