Under the lamp, Lan Jinqin pulled herself out of her thoughts and put the letter written by Wen Zilong back into the envelope.
Her face was calm, but there was a sharp, cold glint in her eyes.
Not only would she never have a child for the Wen family, but no other woman would either!
As the descendant of a military family, she couldn't cry and whine or swallow her anger when facing those who had framed her family.
Wen Zilong had exiled her entire clan. In return, she would make the Wen family extinct!
This was the reason she had insisted on staying in the Wen family.
She wanted to find the letter the crown prince had written to Wen Zilong.
She wanted to find the handwriting Wen Zilong had forged to imitate her father's.
And she wanted the Wen family to end with her.
In the past four years, under the pretext of seeking medical treatment everywhere, she had obtained a rare prescription for a slow - acting poison.
This prescription could not only cause women to suffer from uterine cold but also gradually weaken men's sperm and vitality, even leading to premature death if taken for a long time.
If it weren't for Xiao Rencheng's wide knowledge and recognition of this prescription, Wen Zilong might never have been found out even if he died.
Then there was Wen Linshi. After the fall of the Lan family, she thought it was a disgrace for her son to have a convict's daughter as his wife, so she changed her attitude.
She started to deduct Lan Jinqin's monthly allowance and nitpicked and scolded her every day.
Coupled with Lan Jinqin's attempts to distance herself from Wen Zilong, he began to take mistresses outside.
Lan Jinqin let out a sigh of relief.
It was good. With that Peilan around, she could share Wen Zilong's desires and pester her less.
What really bothered Lan Jinqin was the words of the Korean envoy that day.
Before leaving, the Korean envoy had praised Wen Zilong for his excellent calligraphy imitation skills. But over the years, she had found many opportunities to let Wen Zilong write, yet none of his words resembled her father's handwriting.
Even the words he wrote when he was drunk were completely different from her father's.
Was there really someone in the world who could completely distinguish their own handwriting from the imitated one?
It was well - known that to imitate someone's handwriting to the extent that even the person themselves couldn't tell the difference, the imitator had to go through long - term efforts and practice.
Over time, both the imitator's own handwriting and the imitated one would inevitably blend.
But Wen Zilong was different. Why?
As for the crown prince's secret letter, she had searched the study several times when Wen Zilong was away, but she had never found a trace of it.
Lan Jinqin was completely at a loss and even suspected that the conversation she had heard in the study that day was just a dream.
But it couldn't be!
After the Lan family's downfall that year, Wen Zilong had not been implicated at all. Instead, he had been promoted to the third - rank assistant minister.
The long night dragged on. Lan Jinqin tossed and turned in bed and could hardly fall asleep...
Caiyu had also stayed awake last night, but for a different reason.
Last night, Song Yinghuai had gone crazy, ravaging Caiyu relentlessly.
The air was filled with a faint, lascivious aroma that lingered.
After the passionate encounter, the woman's body felt like it was falling apart. Reaching the peak of pleasure several times had left her pupils unfocused. Her honey - colored pupils were moist, looking incredibly alluring.
This coquettish look on her beautiful face was extremely tempting, arousing the man's desire to destroy.
Song Yinghuai dipped his fingertips in her saliva and drew a wet trail on her flushed cheek.
Finally, she stopped being stubborn and annoying him.
"Um..."
Caiyu was exhausted and let out a soft moan.
During her training in Yangzhou, she had heard that some men were very skilled with their hands and mouths and had great stamina.
After Song Yinghuai was provoked by her, he was more powerful than any man she had ever heard of.
He had always been self - controlled and gentle with her. No matter how strong his desire was, he would only ask her to serve him once, at most twice.
But last night, he was clearly enraged. Coupled with the love - charm in his body, Caiyu had lost count of how many times she had served him by the end.
Because she herself had been driven out of her mind by Song Yinghuai's naughty hands and mouth.
A sliver of moonlight shone through a crack in the window shutter. Caiyu saw the crescent moon setting in the west and a glimmer of dawn in the east. Her lower abdomen trembled.
All night long!
It had been an entire night!
Caiyu curled her jade - like toes and quietly peeked out from the edge of the bed. She stomped on the man's back and waist vengefully, looking as fierce as an angry little beast.
But this little bit of strength was like a coquettish gesture in the man's eyes.
Song Yinghuai grabbed her little foot. His eyes were as black as ink. "Tired feet?"
His gaze fell on Caiyu's feet.
The first time he saw Caiyu's feet during the search for the Buddhist beads in the Yan Prince's Mansion, he had felt a desire.
This was what the ancients called "lotus feet".
Her ten toes were like lotus roots.
Tender and delicate.
Like jade shoots wrapped in light clouds.
But due to his status and self - restraint, he had to suppress his desires.
It was not until last night that he finally let go and released the hidden sin in his heart.
How dare he ask?
Caiyu's feet were hot and painful from the long - term friction. She didn't even need to look to know that the skin was red and swollen.
How dare he ask on purpose!
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes were moist, and she felt extremely embarrassed. She kicked his palm hard with her calf and roared aggrievedly:
"It's all your fault!"
She turned her head sobbing, feeling extremely wronged and refused to say another word.
Well!
She no longer acted like a servant at all. She was just like a spoiled lover throwing a tantrum at her beloved man.
Song Yinghuai was not angry but rather happy.
Looking at the woman's slightly puffed cheeks, which were like lychees smeared with rouge, he felt his heart flutter.
He hooked her leg with his palm, turned over, and placed her feet on his lower abdomen, kneading them for her.
As a martial artist, he was well - versed in acupoints. With a gentle touch, Caiyu let out a comfortable moan.
"A bit harder... Yes, yes..."
"Knead a bit lower..."
"Um..."
She was completely unaware of how seductive her moans were to the man.
Just hearing her soft humming, Song Yinghuai felt aroused again.
He took a deep breath.
Suddenly, he didn't want to be self - disciplined anymore.
He circled the woman's long legs back around his waist, leaned over, and pressed against her. He rubbed his nose against her neck and deliberately asked:
"Still angry?"
Caiyu pouted and buried her face in the bed. Her moan was incredibly coquettish.
It was impossible not to be angry.
He always suspected that she was going to elope with another man and even suspected that she wanted his private seal!
He had regarded her as a woman who only cared about money!
It was extremely insulting!
Song Yinghuai also knew that he had gone too far with his words yesterday, so he didn't dare to act high - and - mighty as usual to suppress her.
He gently pecked at her wet and red eyes and sighed softly, "Little naughty servant... You have quite a temper..."
His rare soft tone made Caiyu stunned.
She turned her head to look at the man.
The afterglow of passion and the feeling of being wronged made the teardrops still hang on her eyelashes.
Through the hazy water, Caiyu looked up. Behind Song Yinghuai was the dim candlelight, outlining his handsome and evil eyebrows.
Caiyu was in a daze for a long time. She pursed her lips, made a fist, and pounded his chest desperately, feeling extremely wronged.
"My lord always loves to wrong this servant!"
"Why are you so bad... Wuwuwu..."
Song Yinghuai let her pound.
He firmly held her face with his palm.
He leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her complaints.
Caiyu couldn't push him away. Her cries became even more miserable. She curled her insteps and tried to get up and leave.
Before her calf could straighten, Song Yinghuai slipped his arm under her knee and pulled her into his arms.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Their rapid breaths mingled in the kiss. His Adam's apple rolled, and a few drops of scalding sweat dripped down.
After a while, the kiss ended.
"Lan Caiyu."
The man's deep, charming, and compromising voice whispered in her ear:
"I know I'm boring, old - fashioned, domineering, and unreasonable. I can't satisfy you in matters of men and women for the time being, and I can't make you a real woman. But I've also gone to great lengths to serve you..."
"What will it take for you to smile like you do in front of others?"