In the winter palace chamber, Caiyu had made it warm and cozy.
The fireplace blazed brightly, and the sandalwood incense curled up, filling the room with warmth.
On the niche, the Buddha sat with a smiling face, looking solemn and kind, but it couldn't hide the spring-like atmosphere in the room.
Caiyu's hand unconsciously tugged at Song Yinghuai's belt.
It seemed that she always had a feud with Song Yinghuai's belt, as she could never untie it.
With a hint of grievance in her beautiful eyes, she looked at him and said,
"Your Highness, does your belt have a feud with this servant girl?" She hated the knot of Song Yinghuai's belt, which her clumsy embroidered hands couldn't easily untie.
"You should tie it differently in the future... Mm!"
Before Caiyu could finish her words, the man pushed her down onto the vermilion table with cloud - pattern carvings.
Song Yinghuai placed his palm behind Caiyu's head, and his kisses were fierce and wild.
The light scent of sandalwood spread.
In an instant, the already warm atmosphere in the palace chamber flared up.
With a slight force of his big hand, Song Yinghuai tore the shyly covering fabric. The red silk shattered on the ground, and two snow - white, fragrant, and slippery mounds bounced out, just right to be held in one hand.
His hands were scalding hot, with great and steady strength.
As soon as Caiyu opened her mouth, there came a series of warbling sounds, the charming voice that Song Yinghuai was familiar with.
Her voice was soft and delicate. Soft moans escaped from her pink lips. Caiyu felt that her whole body was out of her control, and there was a glistening tear in her eyes, about to fall but not.
In a daze, Caiyu felt as if she had drunk another jar of chrysanthemum wine. She became more and more indulgent and addicted.
She couldn't help but actively chase after him.
Her hands were clasped behind her back by Song Yinghuai. Her swan - like neck was forced to be raised, bearing his crazy kisses.
Desire filled Song Yinghuai's eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Don't cry when you wake up."
The corners of Caiyu's eyes were tinged with blush. She let out a soft hum, looking as charming as a peach blossom.
Her soft voice successfully destroyed the last bit of Song Yinghuai's sense of guilt.
A flash of blood passed through his dark eyes. He released Caiyu's hands, making her sit unsteadily on the table.
Caiyu was too drunk to be sober. She couldn't even sit still steadily. In a panic, she didn't know what hot thing she grabbed to steady herself.
The next moment, Song Yinghuai's kisses were domineering with a bit of teasing. They made her fingers curl and then relax. She didn't know what shameful things she had done...
She only knew that she was extremely empty and impatient. With her blurred eyes open, her slender waist was gently lifted by Song Yinghuai.
The man's eyes were deep, and his pupils were like a ferocious beast about to devour people...
...
Caiyu woke up with a splitting headache.
The moment she sat up.
She saw that the large palace chamber was in a mess, with pieces of red silk all over the ground.
The bellyband embroidered with hibiscus and carp patterns was hanging on the armrest of the Huanghuali official's hat chair, swaying like a small flag.
Caiyu was in a daze for a while. A familiar soreness came from between her legs. A flash of the absurd scene from last night appeared in her mind. Suddenly—
She quickly lifted her arm to check.
The bright red virginity mark was still glaring.
She slightly parted her lips and buried her head in the brocade quilt. She couldn't remember the more specific details anymore. She was so angry that she pounded the pillow.
"What on earth happened?"
It wasn't that she had completely lost her memory.
She clearly remembered that she had pushed Song Yinghuai to the ground in the garden.
She also remembered that she had been pressed on the vermilion table by Song Yinghuai and endured his fierce kisses.
But what happened later?
Suddenly, Song Yinghuai's cold voice rang out, "Are you going to get up or not?"
Caiyu was startled and lifted her head from the brocade quilt.
She saw that Song Yinghuai's black hair was tied up and fixed with a gold - inlaid and turquoise - set crown. He was wearing a brocade robe with bamboo patterns. His waist was loose, lacking a belt.
Caiyu moved her lips and hid her body in the brocade quilt. She replied in a low voice,
"Your Highness, why are you here?"
A flash of light passed through Song Yinghuai's eyes. "This is my palace chamber."
Caiyu: ...
She looked around and then realized that this was the palace chamber, not the side chamber next door.
The scene of being pressed on the table by him last night floated up again.
Coupled with the familiar feeling between her legs, she probably guessed that last night she had been... by Song Yinghuai again.
Caiyu's face blushed so much that it seemed to drip water. "Your Highness, this servant girl is guilty... Your Highness, could you please go out first? This servant girl wants to get dressed."
She had failed to make him break his abstinence yesterday, and she was already extremely frustrated. At this moment, besides shame, she had no impulse to seduce him at all.
Song Yinghuai threw the dress in his hand over and turned around. "Hurry up. Mother Princess is going to the Great Baoen Temple to listen to Buddhist scriptures today."
Originally, Princess Yao had already been impatient with listening to the Buddhist chanting in the mansion every day. But then Jiang Jinyue came.
Miss Jiang knew that Song Yinghuai believed in Buddhism. In order to curry favor with him, she took the initiative to get close to Song Yinghuai and pleaded with Princess Yao to go to the Great Baoen Temple to listen to Buddhist scriptures.
Princess Yao naturally agreed and sent someone to inform Caiyu in the Lianyin Pavilion early in the morning.
Caiyu quickly responded. She was secretly startled. Fortunately, Song Yinghuai had gotten up early and blocked the messenger outside the pavilion.
Otherwise, if the messenger had accidentally barged into the palace chamber and seen this scene, she might have to endure the "Pasting Official Hat" torture again.
She picked up the dress and tried to put it on, but unexpectedly found that her fingers and wrists were out of control.
It took her a long time to get a common silver - red jacket and a white silk pleated skirt in order.
Song Yinghuai waited impatiently. He turned around, frowned, and urged, "What are you dawdling about?"
Caiyu said with a mournful face, "This servant girl doesn't know why. This servant girl's hands have been out of control since getting up this morning."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a subtle change on Song Yinghuai's face. His tone was a bit strange:
"Do you really not remember why your hands are like this?"
Caiyu shook her head in confusion. "This servant girl doesn't remember. This servant girl didn't seem to do any heavy work yesterday... But now my fingers are stiff, my wrists are weak, and I can't even lift my arms..."
Song Yinghuai's face turned green and then white. "Good. It's good that you don't remember!"
Caiyu looked at his appearance. Although he said it was good, there was a faint air of fierceness about him.
She thought he was being rather strange today, without the slightest air of a Buddhist disciple.
Caiyu didn't dare to delay Princess Yao's journey. She gritted her teeth and managed to tie up her skirt.
After Caiyu had dressed herself up, Song Yinghuai slowly pointed his chin at the silver spider - patterned belt on the shelf and said,
"Fasten that belt for me."
Caiyu looked at him in horror.
Fasten his belt?
In the past, to prevent Caiyu from untying his belt too quickly, Song Yinghuai always tied his own belt.
What was going on today?
Seeing the impatience on Song Yinghuai's face again, she quickly and smartly stepped forward and picked up the belt.
Song Yinghuai lifted his arms.
Caiyu hesitated for a moment and then gently wrapped her arms around him, fumbling around his waist.
"Your Highness, what kind of knot do you want me to tie?"
Song Yinghuai said, "Tie whatever knot you can tie."
Caiyu: ???
"This servant girl can only tie the simplest one..." Caiyu hesitated and bit her lip.
"Then tie the simplest one." Song Yinghuai didn't seem to care.
Caiyu's hand holding the belt trembled.
Was he really asking her to tie it?
She took a deep breath and quickly tied a knot that she thought was the prettiest, and then fastened the waist seal.
Song Yinghuai and Caiyu left the Lianyin Pavilion together.
Princess Yao and Jiang Jinyue were already waiting outside the main gate.
The golden swallow decorations on the carriage were dazzlingly bright. The carriage was wrapped in expensive and exquisite silk on all sides. The gold - inlaid and gem - studded windows were blocked by a light - blue silk curtain.
Jiang Jinyue had been stretching her head out of the carriage. When she saw Song Yinghuai's figure, she happily jumped out of the carriage and greeted him:
"Cousin!"
Her smile faded a bit when she saw the knot of the belt around Song Yinghuai's waist. She said rather reluctantly,
"Cousin's belt knot is quite special today. I suppose it was tied by Caiyu?"
Song Yinghuai responded with a grunt and said no more. He flipped onto his horse.
Jiang Jinyue glared at Caiyu angrily. "Did you deliberately tie a bow - knot for cousin?"