Chapter 55 (8,000 words) A good kid does bad things...
"Yizhen, where did you get these things?" Yin Xing came back to his senses, stepped forward, sat down beside him and called affectionately.
"I went out to the villa today and found some interesting things, so I bought some." Xuan Yizheng held the rattle between his fingertips and waved it casually in front of Yin Xing, trying to attract her attention.
Yin Xing looked at the various objects piled up in front of the desk, unable to even hold them all with his hands. These are just a few?!
However, Yin Xing saw Xuan Yizhen's interest and said in a cooperative tone, "It's good that Yizhen wants to look around."
Seeing that Yin Xing didn't notice the rattle, Xuan Yizhen moved closer to her and asked inquiringly, "What do you think?"
Yin Xing's gaze finally settled on the rattle between Xuan Yizhen's fingers. It was a vibrant red and white hue, with two white wooden beads dangling from the red lacquer. It lacked any childish painting, its simplicity and elegance perfectly suiting Xuan Yizhen's aesthetic. He exclaimed, "It's quite pretty."
"So, do you like it?"
“…”
It was hard for Yin Xing to resist these toys, which couldn't even appease a three-year-old. However, his gaze fell on Xuan Yizhen's calm, reserved dark eyes, which held a hidden, deep expectation, a distant and lingering look. He nodded softly, "Yeah, I like it."
For some reason, Yin Xing felt that if he said he didn't like it, Xuan Yizhen would be unhappy.
Yin Xing only hopes that Xuan Yizheng can be happy. If these childish toys can make her happy, then of course they are worth liking.
Xuan Yizhen smiled, looking at Yin Xing with loving eyes, and said softly, "That's good. I'll give you a reward tonight."
Yin Xing blinked his round eyes and looked at the gentle and beautiful Xuan Yizhen. His heart beat faster, thinking that she wanted to be close to him tonight.
Come to think of it, Xuan Yi has been a little too indifferent to worldly desires lately.
So after dinner, Yin Xing planned to take a shower early to wash himself clean!
Who would have thought that Xuan Yizhen would step into the back of the screen with a rattle in her hand, with a concerned and kind look on her pretty face, which made people feel distracted.
The water surface was rippling, blurring the candlelight, and a thudding sound like a heartbeat rang in his ears. Yin Xing was held in his arms and washed. His face was red, and his eyes fell on the cold white jade feet that were touching his bare feet. They were slender and straight, as beautiful as jade carvings.
Such a bathing scene should be a beautiful scene.
But when Yin Xing looked at the pure and innocent Xuan Yizhen with his bright eyes, he didn't understand what she was thinking at all.
"Since you like it, why don't you look at the rattle?" Xuan Yizheng caressed Yin Xing in his arms with clear eyes, shaking the rattle in one hand and wiping her with a handkerchief in the other, his movements were gentle and focused.
At that time, the woman took care of the child in the wooden basin in this way, and the child stared at the rattle wholeheartedly, smiling happily and innocently.
"Because I like Yizhen more." Yin Xing felt that he needed to confess his feelings, otherwise Xuan Yizhen would seem to have some unnecessary misunderstandings.
Xuan Yizhen lowered her eyes to meet Yin Xing's beautiful eyes, which were sparkling against the water light. Her throat tightened slightly, and she blinked her beautiful eyes and looked away. She said in a low, hoarse voice, "But I want you to watch the rattle now, is that okay?"
Yin Xing didn't expect Xuan Yizhen to not even kiss him. It was too unusual. His eyes fell on the rattle and he replied muffledly, "Of course, but I'm not a three-year-old child. Are you sure you want to play like this?"
How could a mere rattle have such magical power over Xuan Yi?!
"That's right, then Xing'er should just turn into a three-year-old child first."
"ah?"
These words really confused Yin Xing.
Xuan Yizhen brushed the flowers and plants that clung to Yin Xing's skin, disliking their greedy touch. He rubbed and tortured them with his fingertips before discarding them indifferently. He said slowly, "Today, I saw a woman taking care of a child so well, so I wanted to take care of Xing'er too. It would be fun."
Hearing the voice, Yin Xing, who was originally full of disbelief, looked at the gentle and peaceful Xuan Yizheng's face, and was suddenly moved.
Xuan Yizheng just wants to be closer to me and she has no bad intentions. What's wrong with that?
Thinking of this, Yin Xing stopped being coy and asked curiously, "Then what do you really want me to do?"
Xuan Yizhen's eyes wandered to Yin Xing's soft, misty cheeks, which looked like a rosy peach, so delicate and tempting. He moved his teeth slightly as he embraced her, his breathing slow as he murmured, "From now on, I want mother to take care of Xing'er like a three-year-old child."
How wonderful it would be if he could also be united with Yin Xing forever. Xuan Yizheng lowered his eyes and looked at the body under the water, praying greedily.
"Okay." Yin Xing nodded with a red face, letting the water droplets slide down the water with a clear sound. His eyes lowered to the beautiful figure sinking into the water, wondering what kind of taboo boundary line this was!
The night covered the sound of water, and soon there was no one left in the bathtub, only the ripples that had not dissipated.
The candlelight was dim, and it was a little dark inside the gauze curtain. The silence seemed particularly noisy. Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen, whose clothes were half undressed. Her serious and beautiful look made her look rather lustful!
"Yizhen, do you want this too?"
"Of course, babies who are just learning to speak need to be fed."
Yin Xing felt a little regretful about agreeing to Xuan Yizheng's request. She always followed through on what she did and never did things perfunctorily. She could see the clues just by playing chess.
Just as Yin Xing hesitated, Xuan Yizhen had already raised his hand to brush the black hair that fell in front of him back, and gently lifted a part of his collar to reveal his fair skin. His beautiful, dark eyes, calm but with a bewitching glint, swayed in the dimness, and he called softly, "Aren't you coming over yet?"
Help, who can ignore this situation?
The gauze curtain swayed slightly, revealing Yin Xing who leaned over. He moved closer and closer to Xuan Yizhen's arms, and they lay close to each other as if sinking into love, unable to restrain their lips.
"Xing'er, I can give you everything I have, so it doesn't matter even if it's broken." Xuan Yizheng pursed his lips slightly and lowered his eyes, looking dotingly at Yin Xing who was lying in front of him. His dark eyes were like a deep pool, but they reflected a different kind of light. His breathing was slightly heavy, and he let the joy spread throughout his limbs and bones, unable to control himself.
How wonderful it would be if my flesh and blood could really be used to nourish Yin Xing.
Just imagining this made Xuan Yizheng's heart tremble, his beautiful eyes flashing madly, and his fingertips lightly touched Yin Xing's soft hair, wanting to press her into his bones and blood and merge into one with her, so as to dispel his endless desire and anxiety.
The night was long, and when the sky was just beginning to brighten, and the morning light was dim, the streets of the capital were already bustling with people.
In the quiet place of the Dali Temple's general treasury hall, Yin Xing buried his head on the desk, feeling a little too embarrassed to face people.
After a while, Yin Xing convinced himself that maybe Xuan Yizhen was just acting on a whim and wanted to have some fun.
This situation shouldn't last too long.
After receiving such comfort, Yin Xing started to deal with his work so as not to accidentally immerse himself in the overly absurd scenes of last night.
After all, Xuan Yizheng was emitting a maternal glow at that time, as if she was really doing her best to nurture herself.
Yin Xing raised his hands to cover his face, feeling as if he was committing a treasonous act and had too dirty thoughts!
Fortunately, there were colleagues whispering in the hall at that time, which distracted Yin Xing's attention and prevented him from dying of shame and anger.
"The Emperor issued an imperial decree this morning, accusing the Xiahou family of treason and rebellion. I'm afraid a major war is imminent."
"Last year, Xiahou Shao died inexplicably at a palace banquet, and the emperor failed to properly bury him. I don't think the Xiahou family will let this go so easily."
"The rebellion that arose during this year's famine was largely aided by the Xiahou family. This time, the emperor will surely seek retribution."
Yin Xing listened to the new changes in the court and asked curiously, "Is the Xiahou family really that powerful?"
Several colleagues glanced over at the same time, and one of them explained, "Of course. Xiahou is a noble family descended from the ancient Xia Dynasty. It's the oldest of the four great families. Aside from the Wanqi family, the Xiahou family is the most powerful today. Many princesses of past dynasties married into the Xiahou family, but the princesses of today are an exception."
Of course, the main reason for this is that the marriage between the emperor and Empress Wanqi has created a crushing trend for the three major families, so the princesses are so arrogant and domineering because they rely on the Wanqi family.
The court officials were well aware of this, but with Empress Wanqi becoming seriously ill, the Wanqi family had almost disappeared in recent years and had not made any further moves, making it impossible to understand the current situation.
After all, the Wanqi family is different from the royal family and the other three major families. The alliance among their internal clans requires secret codes and talismans. Only by obtaining both can the head of the family command everything.
However, Empress Wanqi fell seriously ill suddenly and was reportedly unconscious for many years. No one knew how much power Princess Zhanghua controlled in the Wanqi family.
Perhaps the current emperor is not necessarily aware of this. After all, with Empress Wanqi becoming seriously ill, the forces of the Wanqi family have never gathered in the capital again, as if they are intentionally hiding their tracks.
Yin Xing didn't understand what his colleagues were thinking, but he hadn't expected that Xiahou Shao's death last year would actually lead to this summer's disaster. He suddenly became worried that the emperor would regret choosing him as his consort, and might even separate him and Xuan Yizhen!
"So, does that mean the emperor will send troops?" Yin Xing asked with concern.
"We still have to wait and see how the situation develops. If the other three families don't want to get involved in the relationship between the royal family and the Xiahou family, this matter might not cause such a big stir." A colleague responded after thinking for a moment.
"That's good. Let's not start a war now." Yin Xing felt relieved after hearing this. Although he didn't understand why the other three families had the ability to maintain order, as long as there was no war, they could always sit down and negotiate.
Upon seeing this, several officials in the general treasury hall remained silent.
Since most of them are old people from the Dali Temple, they have known the young Prince Consort Yin for more than half a year and have a certain understanding of his personality.
He was a simple-minded man, kind to others, and had a good character that was rare among noblemen, so several people did not hesitate to speak to him in private.
But court affairs usually will not be calm without going through blood and rain, and this Prince Consort Yin is probably too whimsical.
Since the emperor has openly mentioned the evidence of the Xiahou family's rebellion, it is naturally impossible for him to let it go.
This time, the three major families want to stay out of it completely, which undoubtedly means they are standing in opposition to the royal family. This is a greater danger signal.
Therefore, the key this time is Princess Zhanghua. If the Wanqi family and the royal family stand firm in their alliance, the Xiahou family will withdraw. If not, it will be bad.
This Prince Consort Yin seemed to be completely unaware that he was in trouble.
In the afternoon, the sun was much dimmer, and the coolness of autumn came silently with the cool rain, adding to the chill.
At dusk, Yin Xing returned to the villa holding an umbrella. He raised his hand to pat the raindrops on his robe to prevent the cold from seeping in and passing it on to Xuan Yizheng, who was afraid of the cold.
From the outside to the inside, the glass flowers and plants are arranged neatly and lushly, staggered and orderly, which does not look like the bleak autumn at all.
The room was filled with pleasant incense and light mist. Xuan Yizheng sat by the window, feeling quiet and beautiful.
"Today I was worried that you didn't bring an umbrella and would be late for your return."
"Hey, I left an umbrella at the Dali Temple."
As he was speaking, Yin Xing washed his hands in a basin and saw that various meals had been laid out on the table, but he found that today's dishes were a little different.
Xuan Yizhen handed the handkerchief to Yin Xing. Seeing the inquiry in her eyes, she explained, "These are the meals I made."
Upon hearing this, Yin Xing showed an expression of "I see, that's why it looks so strange."
"You're going to eat some minced meat and soft food now. How about you try it first?"
“…”
Yin Xing looked at the serious Xuan Yizhen in silence, thinking that the absurdity of last night might just be the beginning!
Does Xuan Yi really like playing roles like adoptive mother?
Seeing this, Yin Xing couldn't refuse Xuan Yizheng's kindness. After all, she had never cooked for him before.
So Yin Xing was a little skeptical about Xuan Yizheng's cooking skills. She could see that he was tasting the meat soup in small bites without getting involved in any cooking.
The taste is indeed very bland, but it is not unpalatable either, after all, it has no taste at all.
"Well, it's okay." Yin Xing met Xuan Yizheng's gaze and said reluctantly.
It seems that telling white lies is also an essential skill for living.
"That's good. I heard that women in the capital will make seasonal minced meat soup for babies. This is my first time making it, and I'm not very good at it." Xuan Yizheng said with a slight smile on his thin lips, raising his hand to serve Yin Xing the food, with a faint smile on his face, full of care.
Seeing this, Yin Xing felt even more taboo, so he changed the subject and asked, "Yizhen, have you ever eaten the soup made by Queen Wanqi before?"
Xuan Yizhen paused as she held the jade chopsticks, her gentle expression froze for a moment before she calmly replied, "My Queen Mother was ill and never took care of me, so I have to take better care of Xing'er."
Yin Xing felt a little sorry for Xuan Yizhen after hearing this, and immediately agreed, "Don't worry, Yizhen, I will definitely eat it all!"
However, there were basically no long strips of food, all of them were in a mashed state. Yin Xing silently took a spoon to eat, thinking that these were all Xuan Yizheng's kindness and should not be wasted.
Xuan Yizheng watched Yin Xing eat quietly, a smile clearly visible on his thin lips. He felt that the coldness of the autumn rain was being dispelled and it was as warm as spring, which was incredible.
After such a meal, Yin Xing didn't even need to drink tea because it was too bland.
The drizzle outside the window gradually died down, and the night covered the courtyard. Yin Xing no longer played chess with Xuan Yizheng. Because he was heavily in debt, he played Huarong Dao with her.
This Huarong Road painting is beautifully made, but it is a bit difficult. There are so many of them that Yin Xing feels it will be difficult to pass it quickly.
Xuan Yizhen was very patient. Seeing Yin Xing's annoyed look, he raised his hand and reminded him, "Move over here first."
Yin Xing obeyed without thinking, and the situation suddenly became clear. He looked up at Xuan Yizhen with a smile, and said in surprise: "Yizhen, it's rare for you to give me a hint."
"Well, you are still young after all." Xuan Yizheng responded very considerately and caringly.
Yin Xing was speechless after hearing this. He thought, was it really necessary to have such a huge disparity in treatment for people of the same status?!
"Then Yizhen, can you please write off the debt I owed from playing chess?" Yin Xing blinked her round eyes, trying to act cute.
"No." Xuan Yizheng fiddled with the horizontal bar of Huarong Road with his fingertips, and rejected it without hesitation in his clear voice.
Yin Xing asked in confusion: "Why?"
Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's dark, bright eyes, which were far more beautiful than those of a child. With a pity in his heart, he responded softly, "Because you were my consort at that time, our identities were different and couldn't be mixed up. You must obey."
Yin Xing was unable to refute this. His eyes met Xuan Yizhen's unusually gentle gaze, and he couldn't help but blush and embarrass himself. He could only stammer, "Okay."
Looking at it this way, I seem like a bad kid who is cheating and taking advantage of others.
But if this continues, won’t Xuan Yizheng become more and more immersed in this strange way of getting along?
However, Yin Xing did not expect that he would be able to successfully predict Xuan Yizheng's thoughts.
It was late autumn, and the frost and fog were gradually getting thicker. In the early morning, Yin Xing looked longingly at Xuan Yizhen, who had not taken the initiative to approach him recently. He raised his hands to embrace her soft body, and moved closer to kiss her.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Yizhen raised his hand and placed it on Yin Xing's forehead, and whispered softly: "Good boy, don't kiss me secretly."
Yin Xing stared dumbfoundedly at the graceful Xuan Yizhen in front of him, hesitating, "Yizhen, I don't want to play the good boy."
"Then you have to come up with more interesting stories, otherwise I won't find it interesting enough." Xuan Yizheng used his fingertips to trace Yin Xing's brow bone inch by inch, pretending to be nonchalant.
If Yin Xing could be more proactive and enthusiastic, preferably as hot as the sun, Xuan Yizheng would rather be burned than reject Yin Xing.
The words were spoken softly, but they were like crystal frost condensed between branches and leaves, making Yin Xing feel a strong sense of crisis!
Before I knew it, the thick fog outside the window dissipated, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.
In the afternoon, Yin Xing in the Dali Temple's general treasury hall still looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, wilted and listless.
Jiang Yun couldn't bear to see Yin Xing's pitiful appearance, as if she had been abandoned by Princess Zhang Hua. He consoled her, "It's common to get tired of the old and love the new. Besides, considering your princess's status, it's quite unusual for her to not have a lover."
Which of the princesses of the dynasty did not have a lover? Even the fourth princess, who was of similar age to Yin Xing, had chosen many young talents for the princess's selection banquet.
"Don't talk nonsense. She won't get bored easily." Yin Xing raised his head slightly and defended himself.
"Then why do you look so tearful?" Jiang Yun felt that it couldn't be because he was drinking her tea for free.
Yin Xing hesitated to speak directly to Xuan Yizhen about her strange preferences, so she could only say evasively, "I just felt that what I did might not be interesting enough to please her. How did you and Miss Liu maintain their affection for each other all these years?"
Jiang Yun almost spit out the tea, choking and making his throat hurt. He said, "Ahem, you...!"
After a while, Jiang Yun finally calmed down. He looked at Yin Xing's sincere expression and said in a sophisticated tone, "This kind of thing depends on the other person's preferences. It's always right to cater to their preferences."
"It seems even harder to please others." Yin Xing frowned, feeling somewhat hopeless about life.
Now Xuan Yizheng is completely immersed in the joy of playing the role of adoptive mother, and she is not even that close to herself.
If this continues, I feel like our relationship will deteriorate.
"Does your princess wife have any special hobbies?" Jiang Yun inquired curiously, not forgetting the body that was tied up and tortured. He looked at the red silk ribbon on Yin Xing's wrist meaningfully.
"No!" Yin Xing refused immediately, but it made him look like he was trying to cover up something.
Jiang Yun looked at Yin Xing, the wife slave, with a look of understanding, but he did not say anything. He sighed heavily and said, "I think it's not a bad thing to be fickle. Otherwise, you would die without knowing how. It's better to find a new lover, such as the Third Princess."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Yunxian couldn't help laughing. Yin Xing was a bit unlucky. Why did he always attract the bad luck of vicious women?
Yin Xing didn't want to see Jiang Yun's teasing, and said hotly, "I don't want to ask anyone else. Are you trying to help me or are you deliberately hindering me?"
"This is the result of my careful consideration for you. After all, there are too many differences in all aspects of your marriage. If Princess Zhang Hua insists on getting tired of the old one and falling in love with someone else, you have no choice but to accept the reality." Jiang Yun felt that it would not be a bad thing for Yin Xing to prepare early.
"Then I have to try to please her first." Yin Xing didn't believe that Xuan Yizheng would fall in love with someone else. After all, she said she wouldn't look for anyone else.
Therefore, Yin Xing was even more worried that Xuan Yizhen would get bored easily. When he thought about disappointing her by being too boring, he became even more anxious.
The result of anxiety is getting angry.
In the midsummer, Yin Xing got prickly heat on his back, but no acne on his face. However, in the autumn, he got big bumps on his face.
The autumn rain was hazy. Yin Xing looked in the bronze mirror and saw the red pimple on his chin. It was as big as his little fingernail, which made him even more depressed.
"Looks like you need to take medicine." Xuan Yizheng raised his hand and gently lifted Yin Xing's chin, looked at him carefully, dipped his hand in the ointment, and gently applied it.
"Is it ugly?" Yin Xing said nervously, fearing the pain.
"No." Xuan Yizheng responded gently.
Unfortunately, Yin Xing is really worried now, so he is not too sure about the true thoughts of the always gentle and charming Xuan Yi.
To the extent that, Yin Xing became more and more uneasy. After breakfast, he even forgot to hug Xuan Yizheng and say goodbye. He really didn't want her to see his miserable state and thus become even more unhappy.
Xuan Yizhen noticed Yin Xing was about to leave, so he could only ask, "What are you rushing to do?"
Yin Xing paused, turned sideways to look at the calm Xuan Yizhen, slowly raised his hands to embrace her, and replied in a muffled voice: "Nothing."
"If you really feel unwell, just take a leave." Xuan Yizheng put his fingertips on Yin Xing's cheek and stroked it gently, saying with concern.
"I'm fine. I want to prepare something interesting for Yizhen tonight." Yin Xing looked at the kind and gentle Xuan Yizhen in front of him and said solemnly. He didn't want her to be so distant from him, so he had to put aside his shame.
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing with surprise, put his arms around her, and asked intimately and ambiguously: "What surprise?"
Yin Xing shook his head and replied shyly: "It's a surprise, but I can't tell you now."
"That's right. I'll wait for you to come back early tonight." Xuan Yizheng pretended to be casual and spoke into Yin Xing's ear. His breath sprayed, and he saw her trembling with fear, and a smile was obvious on her thin lips.
"Yeah." After saying that, Yin Xing didn't linger any longer. He only felt his ears tingling and electric. It must be an illusion!
In the morning, Yin Xing got out of the carriage and entered the Dali Temple, but unexpectedly he ran into Jiang Yun who was right behind him.
Jiang Yun walked into the hall in the rain with a nimble figure and said cheerfully: "Are you feeling better today?"
"Yeah." Yin Xing didn't want to tell Jiang Yun in detail about his solution.
"That's good. The Dali Temple has a new female detective today. You two can get to know each other." Jiang Yun signaled with his eyes and cast a look at the figure on the other side.
Yin Xing turned his head in confusion and saw the tall and beautiful woman wearing a silver-white cloak with dark patterns. She didn't look like a female detective, but more like a lady from a wealthy family, and she actually looked a bit like Xuan Yizheng.
Many officials and clerks in the Dali Temple looked out, all with expressions of surprise.
"Du Ruo, this is Lord Xiao Yin. He works at the general treasury and is very easy to get along with." Jiang Yun introduced.
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing still hadn't said hello.
Du Ruo's brows relaxed, as if the ice and snow had melted a little, and he said lightly, "Master Xiao Yin."
"Miss Du, I really can't tell that you are a constable." Yin Xing nodded in a daze and looked at Jiang Yun with a questioning look.
Jiang Yun winked and said eagerly, "Don't underestimate Du Ruo. Her Qinggong is very impressive, and she is very good at tracking down criminals. That's why she was transferred to the Dali Temple in the capital."
This Yin Xing is too stupid. How can she question others in person like this? She is really not afraid of getting beaten. Jiang Yun is sweating for her!
Seeing this, Yin Xing didn't say much. After a few simple words, he stepped into the corridor of the general warehouse.
Jiang Yun looked at Yin Xing dumbfoundedly, as she looked indifferent, and thought that she was really bewitched by Princess Zhang Hua.
This Du Ruo is definitely a beauty with her looks and figure. Is she not as good as her princess wife who is fickle and has eccentric quirks?
Du Ruo withdrew his gaze from Yin Xing's figure and said calmly, "Detective Jiang, this young Master Yin doesn't seem easy to get along with."
Jiang Yun retracted his gaze and explained, "She's easy to talk to. Maybe she's just been too busy lately."
In the afternoon, Jiang Yun entered the general warehouse, but did not see Yin Xing. He felt a little curious and walked around.
"Is there something?" Yin Xing came in from outside the hall, holding a porcelain container containing peach branches in his hand, and spoke.
"I'm just here to enlighten you." Jiang Yun watched Yin Xing carefully plant the peach branches he bought with copper coins. However, it was not the right season now, so only bare branches were left, as if they were dead.
Yin Xing placed the peach branch in the bright light on the table to care for it, and said with a hot face: "I have thought of a solution, you don't need to enlighten me."
Jiang Yun asked curiously, "What method?"
"It's a private matter, so naturally it's inconvenient to tell you."
"Private, you don't have to make such a big sacrifice, right?"
Yin Xing met Jiang Yun's scrutinizing gaze, and as if his thoughts were seen through, he dodged his gaze and said, "Anyway, I'll handle this matter myself."
Jiang Yun looked at Yin Xing's deeply in love look and sighed helplessly: "It's a pity that I still asked about Du Ruo for you, thinking that you might like this kind of high-class woman."
"Who said that? I like gentleness and consideration." Yin Xing raised his hand to pour two cups of tea and explained embarrassedly.
Xuan Yizheng is so gentle and considerate, not cold at all.
"If your princess wife was gentle and considerate, the reputation of the princesses of the dynasty would not be in disrepute." Jiang Yun felt that Yin Xing might be possessed by an evil spirit.
Although Jiang Yun had little contact with Princess Zhang Hua, he could fully feel her coldness and indifference, which was as cold, hard and crisp as ice, with an invisible sharpness that was enough to kill people invisibly.
How could such a woman with immense power and wealth be gentle and considerate? If she were even a little soft-hearted, she would not be able to maintain her position in the Wanqi family.
Yin Xing was too lazy to argue with Jiang Yun and just quietly took the tea that was originally intended for her.
Jiang Yun took one look and quickly reached out to hold the teacup, saying with a smile, "Just pretend I didn't say anything. Your princess wife is gentle and considerate, and she's a perfect match for you. Okay!"
As he spoke, Jiang Yun took the teacup away, not wanting to bring up something else, so as to prevent Yin Xing, his wife's slave, from being petty.
Yin Xing's face flushed with anger at Jiang Yun's words, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He thought to himself that they were a perfect match, which sounded really good.
The rain stopped outside the window, and the sun emerged from the clouds, casting strands of golden light, quietly shining on the bare peach branches on the desk.
Unfortunately, the little bit of autumn light quickly disappeared, and by the evening, the sky was dark.
The candlelight flickered in the courtyard. Yin Xing and Xuan Yizheng had dinner together. He saw that she acted very calmly, as if she had forgotten the surprise.
Yin Xing was a little nervous and no longer had the confidence he had promised Jiang Yun during the day.
After eating and taking a shower, Yin Xing got into the gauze tent early, feeling a little uneasy.
"Are you so sleepy?" Xuan Yizhen combed her hair and returned to the couch, and saw Yin Xing lying neatly on the inside, looking well-behaved, and her heart softened.
"No." Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng sitting and lying beside him, probably wanting him to read to him.
Recently, Xuan Yizheng has been very happy to read his collection of essays to Yin Xing.
But tonight Yin Xing didn't want to listen to the anthology. He stood up slightly and called out, "Yizhen, I don't want to listen to the book."
Xuan Yizhen paused for a moment, turned his head, looked into Yin Xing's dark eyes, and said in a calm voice, "So what do you want to do?"
Yin Xing leaned forward and kissed Xuan Yizhen's cool, thin lips. Seeing her indifferent reaction, he felt even more uneasy. He leaned down and snuggled up to her, whispering in her ear, "I want to do something bad."
"Good boy, don't do bad things." Xuan Yizheng placed his fingertips on Yin Xing's hanging red silk ribbon, suppressing his eagerness and speaking calmly.
"But no matter what bad things the child does, she will be forgiven by her mother." Yin Xing suppressed his shame and murmured to Xuan Yizheng's ear.
Xuan Yizhen exhaled a light breath mixed with a smile from the tip of his nose. He pressed his cheek against Yin Xing, who was almost lying in his arms, and let her tie the red silk ribbon. He pretended to be indifferent and responded, "Is that so? So you must do something bad to me?"
Yin Xing lowered his eyes and looked at Xuan Yizhen, whose fair wrists were tied with a red silk ribbon. He did not dare to look at her gentle gaze at the moment, always feeling that he was doing something extremely evil.
But Yin Xing felt that Xuan Yizheng didn't hate these things, on the contrary, she liked them very much.
"Yizhen, you will forgive me, right?" Yin Xing leaned over and kissed Xuan Yizhen, asking in a flattering manner.
"No." Xuan Yizheng opened his lips slightly to refuse, but responded to Yin Xing's kiss, even hoping that she could show her desire more forcefully and proactively.
Yin Xing savored the cool and fragrant kiss, his heart fluttering, trying to hide his uneasiness. His eyes fell on Xuan Yizheng's beautiful face, and he was a little confused by the contrast in her words.
But Yin Xing didn't want to give up halfway. After all, Xuan Yizhen liked interesting things, and this was the limit of what Yin Xing could think of.
When their breaths mingled, Yin Xing and Xuan Yizhen's eyes met in silence, as if they were seeing flames. His fingers clenching the belt paused as he whispered, "But I've already decided to do something bad. If Yizhen isn't happy, there's nothing I can do."
Xuan Yizhen's gaze fell anxiously on Yin Xing's face. His teeth moved slightly. His wrist could not move, but he still tried his best to get closer to her and snuggled up to her, saying, "Who said there is no way? Tomorrow I will severely punish you, this disobedient bad boy."
"Well, I will obediently accept Yizhen's punishment tomorrow." Yin Xing's ears twitched, and her heart beat faster. She stared at Xuan Yizhen, who was at a disadvantage but charming and seductive, and stammered as he kissed her forehead.
If it was a prince consort, he might be divorced, but if it was a child, he would only be punished, and it seemed that nothing would happen.
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