Chapter 81, shivering and pleading, about the cold winter...
You just did it the day before yesterday, why do you want it again today?
Frequent indulgence in sex by young people can damage their health and well-being.
Zhang Ting, like a nun with a pure and detached mind, smiled and silently slapped away Zong Suyi's hand that landed on her chest, then quickly pushed him down onto the couch.
She covered his eyes with one hand and said understandingly, "My lord, you should go to sleep. I won't hold your mistake against you."
Zong Suyi was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He had been so blatantly trying to seduce her, yet she still wouldn't take the bait.
She's not even a woman!
But how could Zong Suyi be willing to give up so easily? Besides wanting to tease Zhang Ting, there was another important reason.
With the imperial examinations just around the corner, if she cannot conceive in advance, the wife will be arrested after the results are announced. How could her husband tolerate her having a child with a concubine's eldest daughter?
He even learned a few new positions yesterday for this purpose, which are said to be excellent for fertility!
Before he could even demonstrate his skills, he was ruthlessly turned away, which infuriated him!
Zong Suyi angrily pulled her hand away, hugged the quilt, turned his back, and pressed his lips into a thin line. But suddenly, a chilling thought crept into his mind: was his wife deliberately avoiding sleeping with him to prevent him from bearing his eldest daughter first and displeasing the future emperor?
Did she originally not want to have the child herself?
Zong Suyi's face instantly turned from red to white, his shoulders trembled with sadness, and his eyes involuntarily reddened. A dull pain shot through his heart, as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Zhang Ting picked up the book again, waiting for Zong Suyi to make a comeback. He was never one to stay put.
But this time, he didn't take any action for a long time.
Seeing the person lying quietly on their side beside her, Zhang Ting's forehead showed a question mark. Was she really asleep, being so obedient today?
Afraid of waking her sleeping husband, she quietly peeked at him.
Tsk, she's not asleep at all; she's clearly crying again.
She was crying like a wronged child, her face covered in tears, which looked quite funny. However, her husband was in distress, so this wasn't the time to laugh. But Zhang Ting held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Hearing a burst of cheerful laughter, Zong Suyi was jolted out of her grief. Her pale face turned ashen, and she stared at her intently, like a pot of boiling poison that might spill at any moment.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, his voice low and hoarse: "Is it funny to see me cry?" But every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Seeing that her husband's eyes were practically blazing with anger, Zhang Ting immediately stopped laughing. She coughed lightly twice without changing her expression, and then hugged her husband and the quilt together.
"Why are you crying? Who bullied you? Tell your wife properly."
Zong Suyi turned her head away and remained silent, refusing to say anything, but in her heart she cursed Zhang Ting a thousand times over.
Still unwilling to speak? Zhang Ting simply turned Zong Suyi's chin towards her. "I haven't satisfied my husband, is he feeling unwell?" She raised her hand to wipe away his tears, her brows slightly furrowed, and muttered softly, "Why is there the same amount of water up there and down there..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Suyi's expression changed drastically. His previously composed face turned bright red, from his ears to his neck, as if he had been doused with a bucket of scalding cinnabar.
He struggled to break free from her embrace, both ashamed and angry, and cursed, "Useless old thing, who are you calling wet?!" He blurted out what was on his mind without realizing it.
Useless old thing?
Zhang Ting stared wide-eyed in astonishment, her mouth agape in surprise, her gaze fixed on him, utterly unable to believe what she had just heard.
Zong Suyi realized what she had said, her pupils contracted slightly, and she quickly covered her mouth, feeling extremely guilty. Her eyes hurriedly darted away, not daring to look at her.
Zhang Ting laughed in anger, she really laughed in anger. Her shoulders trembled violently from laughing.
She hadn't experienced this feeling for many years.
The laughter, clear and crisp like silver bells, echoed throughout the room, yet it was also like a seductive chain around the neck, carrying a suffocating and heart-pounding sense of oppression.
Zong Suyi suddenly shrank his neck, his eyes filled with fear, swallowed hard, and quickly moved to the side.
He wanted to tell her to stop laughing, but he didn't dare.
"Why are you running away, my lord? What can this useless old man do to you?" With a yank of the quilt, the person inside rolled out.
Zong Suyi, who had been dissatisfied with being wrapped in the quilt, now panicked and pulled it over himself. He shrank to the foot of the bed, looked around, and, with nowhere to retreat, pleaded for mercy in a very fast and helpless voice: "My lady, my lady, I was wrong, I didn't mean it."
"You have a heart as vast as the sea, so magnanimous. Please don't take offense at a mere man like me," he said, his lips trembling.
Zhang Ting playfully tapped her back teeth. She had been considerate of his young age and had always held back during sex, but he complained that she was too old and useless.
She smiled slightly, beckoned to him, and said softly, "Come here."
Zong Suyi had never seen Zhang Ting like this before. She was terrified and almost cried, pleading, "Don't do this, my lady, please don't do this." She didn't dare to go over to him at all.
Her smile remained unchanged, but her words were unusually cold: "I don't want to say it a second time."
Zong Suyi dared not disobey this time. Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead as she slowly crawled from the foot of the bed, her whole body trembling like a leaf, pleading intermittently, "My lady, please, please spare me."
He knelt at her feet, raised his pitiful face, and with a heavy sob in his voice, tears welling in his red eyes, begged his wife for her final mercy.
Zhang Ting pinched his cheeks with one hand and lifted them up, her voice as cold as iron as she commanded, "Come closer."
Zong Suyi, sobbing with his face upturned, crawled closer to her on his knees, his voice weak: "My lady." It was like a thread that might break at any moment, trembling and floating in the air.
Impatient with his slow movements, Zhang Ting scooped him up and pulled him close, then roughly tugged at Zong Suyi's sleeve to wipe the tears from his face, holding the garment to his cheek. "Still crying. How could I have made my lord so afraid?" Her hand then stroked the smooth fabric, as if trying to soothe Zong Suyi's unease. He gently pushed against her arms, not daring to utter a sound of refusal, like a rabbit, easily agitated by the slightest disturbance.
"My lady, I am not afraid." Zong Suyi bit her lip to suppress her fear, looked at her with pleading eyes, her eyes brimming with tears like a clear pool of water, and finally parted her red lips to hold the hem of her clothes.
Outside, it was still the dead of winter, but inside it was warm and cozy. The two sat facing each other, and Zhang Ting could hear the beauty's breath, sometimes soft and sometimes rapid, in her ear. Suddenly, her arm was grabbed tightly. She felt that the time was right, so she lifted the thin silk and pulled the person closer with a cold face.
"Does my lord feel like he's been living the life of a widow for three years?" The flickering lamplight cast their swaying shadows on the wall behind them. Zong Suyi tightly gripped the hem of his robe, suppressing the throbbing pain shooting up his spine, refusing to let a single moan escape his lips. Hearing Zhang Ting's words, he shook his head repeatedly, tears welling in his eyes, his gaze humble yet pleading, afraid of angering the other man. The next instant, an even more intense pain swept through his body, and this time he couldn't help but cry out.
“This body, so delicate and graceful,” Zhang Ting said affectionately, stroking his cheek. Her eyes were as deep as a cold pool, and a chilling ruthlessness emanated from them. She increased the pressure with each movement, feigning apology, “It must have been difficult for you to maintain such a strong will these past three years, my lord.” Upon hearing this, Zong Suyi angrily pounded his fists at her, but in the next instant, he lost his bearings, like a lost traveler in the desert, his throat gurgling as if a door had been opened. His whole body felt like it was burning hot, yet so weak that all his strength seemed to have been drained away. He could only brace himself on her shoulders to keep from collapsing to the ground.
Zhang Ting was breathing heavily; despite it being the dead of winter, sweat was streaming down her forehead. She glanced out the window again—was spring almost here? She twisted the swaying cherry blossoms in front of her.
She chuckled softly, but her words carried a chilling edge: "How does this old man think of me this time?" Her words, like the spit of a venomous snake, made Zong Suyi tremble. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he involuntarily let out a low moan of pain. The hidden ache brought tears to his eyes, and his body convulsed as he curled up in agony, trying to escape.
Zhang Ting ripped the hem of Zong Suyi's clothes from his mouth, pulling out a long, glistening saliva. His eyes were glazed over, unfocused and disoriented, his breathing rapid and his chest heaving violently. Her grip tightened, as if she wanted him to respond. He shuddered violently, biting his fist to suppress the trembling that pierced his soul, and stifled a sob, pleading, "My wife isn't an old man, I spoke without thinking." As soon as he finished speaking, the hand in front of him withdrew, but his lower body was plunged into boundless chaos once more.
As if she had no intention of letting him go, she repeatedly interrogated him with the same question, torturing his mind and body under the blazing fire until he finally broke down in tears. Even then, he remained like a clumsy student, repeatedly answering and getting it wrong, his throat dry and hoarse, almost losing his voice, completely unable to speak. In the end, he could only weep silently, from the table to the couch and then to the chair. The water, however, remained abundant throughout.
Zhang Ting emerged from the bathroom, a satisfied look on her face and her clothes damp with sweat. She walked straight to Zong Suyi, who was leaning against the pillows, his eyes vacant, silently saying "no more." Her gaze shifted downwards; his knees, damp with sweat, were pressed tightly together like clams, as if afraid some cruel and ruthless person might tear them apart. She frowned, wondering if she had been too rough. With a sigh, she picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. Zong Suyi struggled slightly, as if startled, and sobbed softly in fear, like a wounded and helpless animal.
Zhang Ting gently rubbed his head soothingly and said softly, "I'm just helping you wash up so you won't feel unwell later." Perhaps her gentle words had an effect, as Zong Suyi calmed down and moved closer to her uneasily, completely unaware that he was covered in sticky water stains and had rubbed against her. The fragrance wafted to her nose, causing a surge of heat in her heart and making her breathing heavy.
The person in his arms was already fast asleep. Zhang Ting took a deep breath to suppress his restlessness and carefully wiped the sweat from his face.
Suddenly, Zhang Ting smiled, her eyes filled with tenderness, and quietly kissed the corner of his eye.
Zong Suyi unexpectedly succeeded.
Having lived two lives, she was truly an old woman compared to him.
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