"Aren't you going to show any gratitude for my sacrifice?"
In response to Song Yinghuai's smiling question, Caiyu, who was usually quick - witted, suddenly felt a bit dazed.
As a mere maid, what valuable things could she possibly have to show her gratitude?
The silver coins she had saved for so long had all been used to thank the guards.
It seemed that apart from her body, she had nothing.
But Song Yinghuai surely couldn't take her body.
Caiyu pondered in a daze for a moment.
She guessed that Song Yinghuai was bored with the previous solution and was looking for something more exciting?
Song Yinghuai looked down at the girl in his arms, who was wracking her brains on how to thank him. For a moment, he felt content.
At least she was now willing to seriously respond to his question. It was a decent improvement!
Caiyu bit her lips for a long time, her mind racing.
She thought that men just liked all sorts of tricks. It hadn't even been long, and he already wanted something new.
Fortunately, she wasn't a sheltered young lady. She had received three years of training in Yangzhou...
"My lord," Caiyu lifted her head after making up her mind. Her voice was soft, with a hint of shyness like a meow, delicate and charming. "I've thought for a long time. Apart from my body, I have nothing... But when I was in Yangzhou, the madam showed me many erotic manuals..."
Song Yinghuai:???
He looked down at the little woman in his arms in disbelief as her red lips moved. He had a premonition that this girl was about to say something shocking.
Caiyu: "To repay your grace of saving my life, once we're settled in the prince's mansion in the capital, I'll serve you according to what's taught in those manuals."
He had only intended to tease her and stop her from wallowing in guilt.
But he didn't expect her to think in that direction...
Song Yinghuai didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.
But when he saw the glistening in her eyes, with a faint smile floating in the bottom like ripples quietly spreading, subtly plucking at his heartstrings. With every tilt of her head and flutter of her eyes, she exuded charm.
His lower abdomen suddenly tightened, and he couldn't laugh or cry.
He was actually eager to try Caiyu's suggestion, but not at this moment.
He was in a hurry to get to the capital. Who could understand this feeling of seeing but not being able to have?
Song Yinghuai's Adam's apple rolled up and down sharply. His eyes were deep, and his voice was hoarse:
"... What moves have you learned before?"
Caiyu tilted her head and thought for a while. Then, she tentatively pointed at her delicate and charming lips, with a teasing smile that was half - real and half - fake. In Song Yinghuai's eyes, she was extremely alluring.
Song Yinghuai's mind buzzed.
He understood what Caiyu meant by pointing at her lips.
Precisely because he understood, a simple gesture from Caiyu made his mind wander.
A sudden pain in his body made him go completely rigid.
He really wanted to put her suggestion into practice right away!
Song Yinghuai looked up at the sun that had completely sunk below the horizon. He gritted his teeth helplessly, with the veins on his forehead throbbing.
He gasped heavily for a while before calming down from the shock of Caiyu's words. Then he let her go.
He stood up, feeling extremely stiff all over. His eyes were fixed on Caiyu.
His voice was hoarse, as if rubbed by gravel.
Magnetic, pure, and seductive.
"... Alright, once we're settled in the capital."
"Yuer, wait a little longer."
On April 20th, the 33rd year of Yuanzheng in the Great Ye.
The evening air in the south of the Yangtze River was filled with a faint and ambiguous fragrance of flowers, instantly captivating and intoxicating.
The Crown Prince's Eastern Palace received the news that the Eastern Depot had lost 32 men and the water bandits on the Feishui River had been almost completely wiped out.
The Crown Prince angrily threw the teacup that Lu Baiwei had brought in. His expression was ferocious as he roared:
"He's only ten li away from the city!"
"Can't I really make him arrive late?"
The fragments of the teacup flew up from the ground. A small piece scratched Lu Baiwei's cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain.
Lu Baiwei knelt down, looking panicked and trembling all over. She didn't know what to say.
She had known Song Yinghuai for many years and was well - aware of that man's capabilities.
If it weren't for the Empress Ma and the Emperor, how could Song Chengyuan be a match for Song Yinghuai?
Sheng Jiangli, the Eastern Depot, and the water bandits had all been defeated.
What other options were there?
Seeing that she just lowered her head like a quail, shrinking and silent, Song Chengyuan became even angrier.
When a man was angry and wanted to vent, besides killing and smashing things, there was another way.
Although Lu Baiwei was lewd and vulgar in his eyes, she had one advantage -
She was beautiful.
Any man who saw her face would inevitably have impure thoughts.
Song Chengyuan was no exception, and he quickly reacted.
He straddled the official chair and arrogantly ordered, "Crawl over here."
Lu Baiwei trembled. Naturally, she knew what he meant.
Her beautiful face turned a bit pale, but in the end, she crawled over like a bitch.
Just as she was about to take off her pants and sit on him, unexpectedly, Song Chengyuan grabbed her hair like a cloud and pushed her towards his crotch:
"Try something new!"
"Ugh!"
Lu Baiwei couldn't accept it all of a sudden. Her stomach churned, and she almost vomited.
Song Chengyuan didn't give her any chance to back off. He grabbed the back of her head and firmly pressed her against himself.
Under the flickering candlelight, his eyes were cold and piercing. His expression became crazy as he showed a wild smile.
"I just want him to arrive a little later!"
"A little later!"
"I just want to see him kneel and plead guilty like you, you bitch!"
Lu Baiwei's almond eyes were filled with tears. Her eyes were red, and she felt that she was even worse than a prostitute in a brothel.
When would this kind of life end?
Song Chengyuan looked down and saw her docile and vulgar appearance. It really boosted his spirits, and he felt pleased.
His movements became even more violent and brutal, like a violent storm hitting a delicate begonia flower...
Outside the window, the greenery was lush and quiet, without a sound.
Only the faint sobs of a woman could be heard.
Aunt Mei's face was also full of tears. She hugged Lu Baiwei in her arms and cried, "Your Highness, for the sake of the young master, endure it a little longer..."
Lu Baiwei was sitting on the cold ground, with a large amount of silk scattered behind her.
The pain from the torn corner of her mouth couldn't hide the deep - seated hatred in her eyes. Her originally light blue eyes turned blood - red, like an evil spirit full of all the resentment in the world.
"Aunt Mei, I regret it..."
Lu Baiwei tightly pinched the palm of her hand and murmured, "If I hadn't chosen the Crown Prince back then but followed Xuan Yao... Even if he was under the spell of love and couldn't be with me, he wouldn't have humiliated me like this, right?"
"No, Your Highness," Aunt Mei shook her head vigorously. The tears in her eyes splashed as she shook her head. "You did it for the glory of the family... The position of the Crown Princess is surely more honorable than that of the Princess of Yan. Moreover, you didn't know that the Crown Prince was such a person."
Aunt Mei paused for a moment and then said, "Besides, if you had chosen the Prince of Yan back then, how could you have such a lovely and reliable son like the young master?"
"We women rely on our husbands in the first half of our lives and our sons in the second half... Without children, everything is in vain. Your Highness, don't think nonsense."
Speaking of Song Xiuzhu, the blood - shot eyes of Lu Baiwei gradually regained a glimmer of clarity.
"Yes... I still have a son." Lu Baiwei showed a sinister and ruthless smile. "So what if she's the Crown Princess? She has no children, and now she's terminally ill. The position of the Crown Princess will soon be vacant!"
She grabbed Aunt Mei's arm tightly. Her face was so gloomy that it was almost crazy. "Aunt Mei, the Crown Princess is going to die. I want to be the Crown Princess!"
Aunt Mei was frightened by her crazy appearance and nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay... Your Highness, keep your ambition to be the Crown Princess a secret. Calm down."
Lu Baiwei couldn't calm down. Her eyes were full of extreme excitement.
Many years ago, in order to become the Crown Princess, she had chosen Song Chengyuan.
Who knew that Song Chengyuan only regarded her as a vulgar plaything.
But she was lucky enough to have a son.
As long as she became the next Crown Princess, Song Xiuzhu would be the heir apparent.
After the Crown Prince ascended the throne, her son would be the next Crown Prince.
The glory of the Lu family would surely last forever in her hands.
The corners of Lu Baiwei's gorgeous lips curled up, and a strange and dark light flashed in her eyes. "Aunt Mei, I have to find a way to meet Xuan Yao!"