Song Yinghuai lowered his eyelids. His gaze fell into the pitch - black night on the verge of dawn, turning obscure. His voice was hoarse. "What should I do so that you won't look at them?"
He didn't want Caiyu to smile so brightly in front of Sheng Jiangli, nor did he want to see her beaming in front of Shi'er. But now he couldn't make her happy.
Was he really as boring, old - fashioned, overbearing and unreasonable as Sheng Jiangli had just said?
Caiyu blinked her eyes, and suddenly her eyes became moist. She didn't know what was wrong with herself.
She clearly liked him, but she couldn't flirt with him as casually and wantonly as before. Her heart felt stuffy every day, and she became sentimental. She didn't even recognize herself.
She pushed against Song Yinghuai's iron - hard chest. Her voice was muffled. "Why does Your Highness ask such a question? This servant has never looked at them. You've always been the only one in this servant's eyes and heart!"
Song Yinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed. Although it was a perfunctory answer, he was still pleased.
He stared intently at the woman in front of him, at her slightly swollen eyes from staying up late, crying and the subsequent joy. Her eyelashes, stained with tears and the traces of lovemaking, were clumped together. Her almond - shaped eyes, as clear as glass, couldn't focus. They were hazy, showing only lust.
Just looking at her, Song Yinghuai was consumed by desire. He couldn't help but say wickedly, "Really? Then remember what you just said. I'm the only one in your eyes and heart."
After saying that, without waiting for Caiyu's response, his hot and large hand began to act up again. His rough fingertips traced along her smooth and fair skin.
Caiyu, noticing his actions, blushed. She grabbed his well - built arm:
"Don't... do this. Someone... someone might come in..." Her voice trembled.
She still didn't know where this place was. But she was sure it was a palace, and they were still in the imperial city. It would be dawn soon. If someone saw them, how could she have the face to stay?
However, Song Yinghuai was determined to indulge himself to prove that what Caiyu had just said was true. The emperor had announced his lifting of the ban yesterday. Now, except for the love - inducing poison in his body, nothing could stop his indulgence.
He leaned in, licking her jade - like earlobe. His tone was playful. "It's too late. You've been moaning all night. Those who should have heard have already heard. It doesn't matter this one more time."
Caiyu was immediately overcome with shame. She pushed his head away, curled up her body, and buried her face in the quilt:
"Stop talking... This servant doesn't want it anymore... Wuwuwu..."
Song Yinghuai grabbed her slender waist and pulled her out of the quilt. There was a smile in his voice:
"Don't worry. This is the Yongle Hall where I lived before I established my own mansion. I've been away from Shangjing for many years. There are no palace servants here. It's just the two of us."
Even Han Fen had run away somewhere to hide because he was too embarrassed to listen.
"I still don't want to do it." Caiyu pleaded, pushing Song Yinghuai. "This servant is exhausted. I can't serve you anymore."
Song Yinghuai didn't agree. He just smiled and looked into her eyes. "Okay, if you can't serve me, then just lie still. I'll serve you."
No. Caiyu fainted. She didn't need to be served either! She had been aroused several times during the night, and now her legs were shaking like a sieve.
However, men were not so easily deterred. His large hand and thin lips became restless. Their bodies intertwined, and their skin rubbed against each other.
The woman who said no with her mouth soon went limp again. Her hands wrapped around the man's shoulders. Her beautiful neck arched backward, allowing the man to take what he wanted.
Not far from the Yongle Hall was the Zhaoyang Hall. Before Song Chengyuan and Song Yinghuai established their own mansions, they both lived in Empress Ma's Changchun Palace. The Changchun Palace was the main hall, while the Yongle Hall and the Zhaoyang Hall were side halls.
Empress Ma was unwell last night. Song Chengyuan and Lü Baiwei didn't return to the Crown Prince's Mansion but stayed in the Zhaoyang Hall.
Lü Baiwei heard that Song Yinghuai also didn't leave the palace last night and stayed in the Yongle Hall.
Finally having a chance to find Song Yinghuai, while Song Chengyuan was called by Emperor Guangwu for a discussion on government affairs, Lü Baiwei deliberately dressed up and went to the Yongle Hall alone.
The Yongle Hall was different from the Zhaoyang Hall. Since she and Song Chengyuan often entered the palace, there were always palace servants guarding the Zhaoyang Hall. But under Song Chengyuan's hint, the palace servants in the Yongle Hall had already left. It was just cleaned once in a while.
Lü Baiwei entered the Yongle Hall without being announced and directly walked into the bedroom.
She took a deep breath. Imagining that she would see Song Yinghuai soon, her heart was pounding with excitement, and a smile couldn't help but appear on her face.
It had been seven years. He had finally come back. This time, she had made up her mind. She wanted both the position of the Crown Princess and the man she loved.
She believed that as long as she showed kindness to Song Yinghuai, he would surely fall at her feet and help her become the Crown Princess. As long as Zhu'er inherited the throne in the future, she would be the empress dowager. She could follow the example of the previous dynasty and make Song Yinghuai the regent king, the man who belonged only to her.
Clear moans came from the bedroom. The smile on Lü Baiwei's face froze. Her hand on the copper ring of the door trembled.
She was all too familiar with the moans inside. As a woman with experience, how could she not know what those moans meant?
But wasn't it Song Yinghuai who lived inside? Wasn't he poisoned by the love - inducing poison and unable to be with a woman? How could he have a woman with him?
Lü Baiwei nervously dropped her hand. She pushed the door open a crack and peeked inside.
The scene in sight left her standing there, stunned and unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
On the large canopied bed, Song Yinghuai, with his back to her, showed his strong and slender back under the half - drawn light gauze. But this was not the most shocking thing.
The most shocking thing was that he was kneeling there, and a woman was lying on the bed in front of him. A pair of snow - white and slender legs were resting on Song Yinghuai's shoulders. The woman was completely naked, like a newborn baby. Her clean and beautiful private part was being kissed by Song Yinghuai. Soft moans, like a cat's meows, kept coming out.
This scene was too shocking for Lü Baiwei. For a moment, she stood still, staring straight at the vague scene inside the hall. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.
The cold and reserved Song Yinghuai she had known before actually behaved like this in front of Caiyu. The sight made her body extremely tense and empty. She wished she could be loved like this by him too.
Since she married Song Chengyuan, she had never experienced the pleasure of love. Song Chengyuan disliked her and only used her as a tool to provoke Song Yinghuai. He had never shown her any pity. Not to mention kissing her body, she had never even experienced the most ordinary union. Every time they had sex was a painful torture for her.
She had never known that when a man loved a woman, that woman could feel like she was on cloud nine, on the verge of ecstasy.
At this moment, she was extremely jealous and angry with Caiyu on the bed. A low - class servant! A substitute! How could she replace her and enjoy the pleasure she had never experienced?
Her eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, as red as a ghost's. The sour and jealous emotions were surging in her chest like a roaring tide. Her hands under her sleeves were tightly clenched, making a creaking sound.
Song Yinghuai, who was indulged in lust, finally sensed something. He quickly pulled up the brocade quilt, covering the woman in front of him tightly. He loosened his lips and turned his head to look in the direction of the door.
Lü Baiwei met Song Yinghuai's cold eyes. She was so scared that she immediately took a few steps back and fled in a hurry.
The faint sound outside the hall made Caiyu, who was in the throes of passion, regain a bit of consciousness. She hooked her soft arm around him and asked nervously, "Your Highness, is there someone?"
As she spoke, she instinctively nestled into Song Yinghuai's arms.
Noticing the woman's tense body, Song Yinghuai took a deep breath. He lowered his eyes and comforted the girl in his arms:
"Relax. There's no one."
Caiyu didn't believe it. She had clearly heard footsteps just now. She turned her head and looked over his shoulder towards the door.
Song Yinghuai reached out and laid her down. He used his inner strength to close the door and kissed her again. "Trust me. There really is no one."
"Continue."