Chapter 130 After Marrying the Crippled Prince, 10 Hot Water
Yun Chiyi felt that Lin Tingyu might be a little ignorant; who said a cripple couldn't perform sexual acts?
He can do it!
Yun Chiyi shielded her eyes with her hand, her gaze passing through her fingers. She saw the heavy bed curtains flowing like clouds, or like a curtain of rain, falling softly.
A light drizzle fell, and the March breeze caught a pair of pheasants. The birds were startled and fluttered their wings as if they wanted to fly out of their nest.
The wind and rain intensified, drenching the spring mountains. Smoke curled up from the mountains, their slopes rising and falling, creating a hazy, picturesque scene. The sultry spring rain intensified the mountain colors, and wildflowers bloomed in profusion, vying for attention with their vibrant colors.
In the misty, damp rain, a small boat lies adrift in the middle of the river, with no one to ferry it. Occasionally, the bow of the boat bumps into the uneven water plants, creating ripples.
The rain showed no signs of stopping, and its intensity increased again, with white raindrops leaping and splashing into the boat uncontrollably.
Suddenly, spring light appeared, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, a bright sun rose from the river, and the rain ceased.
It's snowing outside.
However, the damp heat was unbearable.
His burning body moved closer to her, and his low, husky voice pressed against her earlobe.
"Is Madam going to sleep?"
Yun Chiyi looked out of the tent with wet eyelashes. Dawn was approaching. Was she not going to sleep?
She suddenly frowned, her earlobe gently bitten between his teeth, and he pressed down hard again, causing her to furrow her brow once more.
"Don't sleep yet, let them come in and clean."
Lin Jinyuan sat on the edge of the bed with his back turned. The undergarment he had just put on clung to his muscle lines, which were especially noticeable as it was half wet and half dry.
Yun Chiyi reached out and touched his lower back.
He was taken aback and turned around, only to see her hiding half her face in the quilt like a kitten.
Today, he did not call Chaosheng in.
Instead, she lowered the bed curtains, put on her outer robe, sat in her wheelchair, and went to open the door.
A cold wind blew in, making Lin Jinyuan shiver, and much of his sweat dissipated.
Zhenzhen waited outside early, her eyes fixed on the ground, not looking up.
"Is hot water ready?" Lin Jinyuan asked.
Zhenzhen nodded hurriedly.
Lin Jinyuan instructed, "Keep your movements quiet, don't disturb the Princess."
Snowflakes drifted diagonally under the eaves, landing on his burning palms, melting instantly upon touch.
Lin Jinyuan ordered Chaosheng to push him back to the study. The door latch was closed, and he slowly stepped onto the ground, holding onto the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands.
His slender figure gradually grew taller, becoming elegant and graceful, which startled Chao Sheng, who hurriedly checked to see if the window was closed properly.
Why did Your Highness stand up?
What if someone else sees this?!
Lin Jinyuan bent down and opened the wooden box on the desk. A thick stack of letters was squeezed into the inner room. He took out one and read it through it quickly.
Then, it was lit over the flickering candle flame and thrown into the brazier.
Flames danced in the basin as Lin Jinyuan unfolded each letter, read them one by one, and then tossed them lightly into the fire.
A spy from the Prince Lin's residence sent over a wooden box to curry favor. According to him, the Prince Lin treasured this box greatly, forbidding anyone from touching it, placing it by his bedside every night, and opening it several times each night.
This must be a confidential letter.
After observing for a long time, the spies saw that after Prince Lin returned from the Yun residence yesterday, he sent someone to deliver a wooden box along with a chest of women's clothing and jewelry to a villa on the mountain.
Finally, this opportune moment arrived. The scouts informed Chaosheng, who then sent men disguised as bandits to rob the wooden box.
After receiving it, Lin Jinyuan instructed Chaosheng to pry open the layers of locks.
What he saw was neither the correspondence between Prince Lin and the Prince Lin's recruitment of soldiers, nor the income and expenditure ledgers of Prince Lin's mansion.
Instead...
A string of clumsy metaphors and vulgar language.
The letter had been burned, and Lin Jinyuan burned the wooden box as well, along with her Wushan Yuyun (a woman's name).
The fire was extinguished. Chao Sheng frowned, wondering what was inside that had angered the prince.
Lin Jinyuan washed his hands and sat down behind the desk.
"Where are the people? Have they been arranged?"
Chao Sheng's thoughts suddenly returned, and he hurriedly replied, "The person personally selected by the Lord will not make any mistakes."
Lin Jinyuan said, "I hope so. If the Crown Prince really dies, the world will change."
"My lord."
Chao Sheng hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Lin Jinyuan's expression had calmed down, he mustered his courage and continued, "Not only does Prince Lin want to take this opportunity to get rid of the Crown Prince, but the forces in the hunting grounds are also mixed. Why not take advantage of this mess and cripple Prince Lin's legs as well?"
After hearing this, Lin Jinyuan slowly raised his eyes and asked with a smile, "You still hate him?"
Chao Sheng tensed up and said bluntly, "Of course I hate him. He deliberately rode his horse recklessly and injured the master's leg."
Lin Jinyuan chuckled lightly, saying nonchalantly, "His legs are useless; he can't save his life this time."
Chao Sheng added, still unwilling to give up, "He even instigated the princess..."
Suddenly, Chao Sheng fell silent and carefully observed Lin Jinyuan's expression.
He really didn't understand why the prince would let the princess have an affair with the prince.
Lin Jinyuan looked at him calmly and explained, "You've also noticed that the Prince of Lin arranged this villa for her. Since she's so important to him, let's see how these two react on the day he dies."
"She acts strangely, so we need to keep her calm and steady to avoid a domino effect."
Chao Sheng thought to himself, "The prince's recent actions are also quite unpredictable."
The princess harbored ill intentions, yet the prince still consummated his marriage with her.
Chao Sheng racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.
"Is there anything else?"
Seeing Chao Sheng frowning and nodding to himself, Lin Jinyuan could probably guess what he was thinking.
Chao Sheng cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Highness, I will go and prepare hot water for your washing."
It's like they're rubbing salt into a sore spot. Lin Jinyuan was all sticky, and there was still a mark on his wrist from when Yun Chiyi bit him in a fit of anger. So he bit her earlobe as a return gift.
Having already learned her background, he wanted to test her limits.
Her expression was neither one of acceptance nor disgust; she merely furrowed her brows and sometimes gave him a cold glance.
He could tell that when he kissed her, she wanted to tell him everything in order to protect herself.
But he wouldn't let her say it; he insisted on making her keep acting.
He wanted to see her so frightened by the slightest clue that she would cower on the bed, curled up in a tiny ball, too afraid to look at him.
He wanted to see her compromise, clutching his collar tightly as he penetrated her.
Even if the Prince of Lin dies, he will not expose her, letting her live in fear in this empty palace, while he will forever hold her weakness.
Lin Jinyuan sat back in his wheelchair. The warm winter sun rose from the window, and the bite marks on the side of his hand were clearly visible, showing a neat circle of teeth marks.
Her teeth are really sharp.
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The bedroom faces the sun, and as the sun rises high in the sky, Yun Chiyi is awakened by the blinding sunlight.
The mattresses have all been replaced with new ones, and the wrinkled bed curtains have been restored to their original state.
Yun Chiyi squinted her eyes, turned over, and continued sleeping.
After Zhenzhen delivered the letter, she returned to find that her friend was still not up.
"Your Highness, it's time to get up. Have lunch and then rest."
Yun Chiyi covered her head and got up, thinking to herself that Lin Jinyuan didn't forget to wear his gentlemanly facade even in bed, slowly rubbing against her until she felt uncomfortable all over.
She was drowsy and let Zhenzhen do her hair and makeup, watching as Zhenzhen, unable to hide her smile, styled her silky black hair into a beautiful bun.
However, Zhenzhen paused for a moment when putting on the earrings before blushing as she hung up the coral earrings.
It's all Lin Jinyuan's fault. He always bites in such obvious places, as if he's afraid others won't see it.
After finishing her makeup, she was fully awake and ate lunch alone in the room.
Having skipped her afternoon nap, Yun Chiyi pulled out the sleeve that Lin Jinyuan had sewn last night. Looking at it from left to right, she could tell that his needlework was quite good, as there was no sign that the cuff had been torn.
It's amazing that a prince like him can thread a needle.
Yun Chiyi told Zhenzhen to put the clothes away properly, even at the bottom of the trunk, mainly because she was worried that Lin Jinyuan might see them one day and then try to make her wear them, and then tug at her sleeve, making some ambiguous remarks with a forced smile.
Isn't that what he likes?
At the hour of Wei (1-3 PM), which was usually the time when Yun Chiyi had just woken up from her afternoon nap, Chao Sheng strode into the courtyard.
"Your Highness, His Highness requests that you go to the study to read."
Lin Jinyuan said last night that he would read to her today, but unexpectedly, he made up an excuse and then remembered to finish the story.
Before going, Zhenzhen opened her vanity case, took out the perfume she had just bought that morning, and carefully applied it to Yun Chiyi's ten fingers.
Yun Chiyi raised her hand and took a gentle breath, the delicate fragrance of peach blossoms wafting towards her.
Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Your Highness loves to hold hands while reading. Wipe it a little, and the book will smell nice later."
He didn't like holding hands; he liked having Yun Chiyi sit in his lap and then testing her in strange ways from time to time.
Yun Chiyi went to the study with a little bit of peach blossom fragrance in her heart.
A fireplace was lit in the study, its warmth making the perfume on her hands even more delicate.
Lin Jinyuan changed into a bamboo-green robe that he didn't usually wear, with a dark velvet blanket covering his legs. He was as silent as a cold cliff and a dark pine tree. He smiled and reached out to pull her to sit down beside him.
"Did you not take a nap today, Madam?"
Yun Chiyi was about to yawn when she heard this and curiously turned to look at him.
Lin Jinyuan took her hand, rubbed it to warm it, and explained in a gentle tone, "You always look like you haven't woken up yet when you come here."
Yun Chi smiled faintly, looking somewhat resentful.
He noticed the teeth marks on her earlobe, reached out and touched them, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
His fingertips were tinged with the scent of peach blossoms, and Yun Chiyi suppressed a sneeze and dodged his hand.
"Are you shy?" Lin Jinyuan's smile deepened.
Yun Chi nodded heavily.
Lin Jinyuan's smile had barely reached his eyes when the curve of his lips became natural. He opened the book on the table and, with his other hand, habitually patted the side of his leg, gesturing for Yun Chiyi to sit closer.
They've already covered his robes, isn't that close enough? He's so greedy.
Yun Chiyi's eyes lit up as an idea came to her. She put on a docile expression, pushed away Lin Jinyuan's hand holding the book, and slowly, under his bewildered gaze, laid her upper body on his lap.
She looked up at him like a lazy cat, her delicate and alluring face gazing at him, her thick eyelashes fluttering gently. She reached out and tugged at his sleeve, urging him to hurry up and start reading.
Lin Jinyuan looked down at her, his dark hair cast by the winter shadows, obscuring his expression. His eyes seemed to hold a thousand waves, which would suddenly surge and then crash down. He slowly and deliberately took her slender, fragrant fingers in his hand and began to smile.
Where did we leave off last time?
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