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"Don't drink it all at once," Feng Yinxiao said with a light laugh. "Take your time; the bitter process will last a bit longer this way, unlike drinking it all at once where you won't feel the bitterness."
There was a hint of coaxing in his words. Yun Kexin smiled, pinched her nose, and drank it down in one go, treating it like tea. However, it was still so bitter that she frowned and pretended to gag.
Feng Yinxiao calmly lifted her chin, his lips pressing against hers, and his tongue slipped into the Mouth of Sandalwood, swirling around. Yun Kexin was speechless; she had a cold, yet he still wanted to take advantage of her—how infuriating.
But then she felt a wave of sweetness in her mouth, like honey that wouldn't dissolve. No, it was the taste of honey. Where did it come from? It seemed to be from Feng Yinxiao's mouth. Suddenly, she understood his intention. Yun Kexin's face flushed slightly as she pushed against his chest. Feng Yinxiao released her, his handsome face showing a hint of red.
"I bet you won't feel like throwing up now," he said, his dark eyes sparkling. "Is it sweet?"
"Yes, sweet," she replied shyly, lowering her gaze—perhaps she hadn't expected him to relieve her bitterness this way. "So sweet and fragrant."
"Then let's have another round," Feng Yinxiao said as he pulled Yun Kexin close again, aiming to press his lips against hers. "I just drank a lot of honey."
Yun Kexin's heart raced, and she shyly dodged him. "That's not how it works; I don't want any more."
But Feng Yinxiao had already sealed her lips with his own, kissing her soft cherry-red lips thoroughly until she could hardly breathe! It felt very much like taking advantage of the situation.
In a brief pause, Yun Kexin pleaded, "Feng Yinxiao, I have a cold; I might infect you."
Before she could finish her sentence, he kissed her fiercely again with great possessiveness. "It's fine; it's fine. I'm willing to catch your cold and take on all your ailments for you, my dear wife."
Because she wasn't feeling well, he had refrained from touching her too much... He was intoxicated by her soft breaths.
After Feng Yinxiao had taken full advantage of the moment, Yun Kexin shyly hid in his embrace with swollen lips.
"Feng Yinxiao, are you really going to visit Father at Han Wangfu yourself?"
"Yes, actually I hesitated too," Feng Yinxiao gently embraced Warm Fragrant Soft Jade in his arms, his broad palm lightly stroking Yun Kexin's arm. "After all, this is a matter concerning Han Wangfu. If we go, it might upset people, but since it involves Yun Kexin, we can't just stand by."
"I feel the same way... What is Fu Yihang thinking?" Yun Kexin leaned softly against Feng Yinxiao's chest like a docile cat, but her face was filled with anger at the mention of Fu Yihang. "Is there any point in doing this? It's so hypocritical..."
"Perhaps Fu Shizi has not been able to forget Yun Kexin," Feng Yinxiao said, feeling a pang in his heart. "But his approach is really too extreme; it's not something a man should do. He should let it go."
"I don't care whether his feelings are genuine or fake," Yun Kexin stiffened in Feng Yinxiao's embrace and said coldly, "What he is doing will only make him a laughingstock and drag me into it as well. Look, hasn't Yun Ran come already? It's too much!"
"Yun Kexin, are you angry because..." Feng Yinxiao hesitated for a moment before pulling Yun Kexin out of his embrace and said bitterly, "Is it because you care about him and haven't forgotten the last life?"
"No, I'm not angry because I care about him; I'm furious about the consequences of his series of actions," Yun Kexin stared at Feng Yinxiao and said. "Husband also heard what Yun Ran said just now. If this spreads from one person to ten and then to a hundred, how am I supposed to live? Do I want the Duke of Yan's Residence to be pointed at by others?" Yun Kexin became increasingly agitated, her face flushed red. "Actually, whether Yun Ran is dead or alive has nothing to do with me, yet it's all because of me. Why should I be the scapegoat?!"
"Alright, Yun Kexin, don't be angry," Feng Yinxiao reassured her as he pulled her back into his arms, kissing and caressing her. "You are still recovering from your illness and just took your medicine; don't hurt yourself out of anger."
"How can I not be angry?" She sobbed softly in his embrace and whispered, "In two lifetimes, I thought I had finally gotten rid of him, only to find that he still haunts me."
Seeing that Yun Kexin was getting more emotional, Feng Yinxiao quickly laid her down on the bed so she could rest her head on his arm. Then he kissed her and comforted her: "Yun Kexin, let's not go, okay?" His hand naturally slipped under her clothing, causing him to frown slightly as he exclaimed softly, "Why are you so cold?"
Yun Kexin seemed not to hear him and anxiously said, "So what about this matter now? Are we going or not? I feel like if we go, we won't belong anywhere; if we don't go, I'm afraid Yun Ran will come knocking again."
"We have to go; we can't let Fu Yihang act recklessly like this," Feng Yinxiao warmed her with his large hands moving over her body. "If this matter isn't resolved, neither family will find peace."
"But we can't let Feng Yinxiao go alone," Yun Kexin gasped under his teasing caresses. "I... I'll go with you; I'm just afraid that Fu Yihang... that obsessive man will be rude to my husband."
"I don't care about Fu Yihang's attitude," Feng Yinxiao said nonchalantly. "What I mainly hope for is that he won't disturb our lives anymore and that his shadow won't loom between us." He rolled over on top of her, teasing her with his hands and mouth. "Yun Kexin, I want to warm you up."
Yun Kexin blushed and replied shyly, "Okay..."
He kissed her features, bit her ear and fragrant shoulder, lightly inhaling her beautiful skin. His hot masculine breath sprayed over her constantly heaving bosom, and when his warm lips enveloped the trembling pink tip, making a teasing sound, she couldn't help but shiver and softly exclaim, "Feng Yinxiao..."
"Yun Kexin, Yun Kexin, I will warm you up, so you won't feel cold anymore and won't get sick," Feng Yinxiao murmured as he gradually moved downwards. His fiery lips and tongue roamed all over Yun Kexin's body, like clusters of flames that reddened her fair and clean skin, causing her to instantly feel a rush of heat. Her face flushed red as he panted heavily and covered her body again, his eyes sparkling and intense. "I want you, Yun Kexin."
"Husband, I'm not cold anymore; it's so hot..." Yun Kexin hinted shyly and uncontrollably.
Feng Yinxiao smiled mischievously, gently placing a sweet kiss on her lips. Soon after, the couple became tightly entangled, their ears brushing against each other in a tender embrace. The moon outside shyly hid behind the clouds, and the intertwined figures on the bed quickly vanished into the heavy darkness, leaving only the suppressed yet sweet words of pleasure lingering in the room...
Fu Yihang was as usual in the study reading books, preparing for next year's Spring Examination with the ambition to pass the Shuji Shi. Feng Yulu felt happy seeing him so focused and immersed in his studies: what wife wouldn't love an ambitious husband?
These past few days, she had personally taken care of him, serving tea and snacks while also grinding ink for him. However, Fu Yihang found her bothersome; he preferred peace while studying and didn't want anyone nearby. Feng Yulu could only leave feeling a bit itchy. As she stepped out, she bumped into Yun Ran coming this way with a bowl in hand and asked, "What’s in the bowl?"
"It's nourishment for the Heir Apparent," Yun Ran said nervously as she presented the bowl, blocking her face.
Feng Yulu approached and casually glanced at the bowl. Then she took a spoon from it and stirred it around. Upon seeing the ingredients and materials inside, she was immediately dumbfounded and turned beet red.
Accompanied by a "vile woman," Feng Yulu swept her delicate arm, sending Yun Ran's large bowl flying. They heard a crisp sound of "bang," and without needing to guess, the bowl had shattered into pieces with soup splattered everywhere along with scattered ingredients.
"Madam, you..." Yun Ran exclaimed in confusion with wide eyes.
"You actually prepared kidney-tonifying nourishment for Fu Shizi; what do you mean? Do you want to climb into the Heir Apparent's bed? How shameless!"
Feng Yulu glared angrily at Yun Ran, her jade finger pointing directly at her. "So you went out in the evening to buy medicine?"
Yun Ran was so frightened that her legs went weak; she hurriedly knelt down and cried out, "Consort Heir, this was instructed by the Princess; it wasn't my idea! Please see clearly!"
Feng Yulu was taken aback for a moment, licking her dry lips as she said, "Mother? Why would she have the Heir Apparent tonify his kidneys? How dare you lie to me!"
"I'm not daring, I truly can't," Yun Ran trembled like a leaf from the moment she entered the residence as a concubine. She said, "The Princess Consort is working hard... at night," Yun Ran paused, finding it difficult to speak, and under Feng Yu Lu's piercing gaze, she continued, "There are also... intimate matters. If this goes on for too long, I'm afraid my body won't be able to handle it, so—"
Upon hearing this, Feng Yu Lu's face turned as red as raw beef: it must be that Fu Yihang and her own "voice" disturbed the King of Han and the Princess Consort, using this to hint or warn her? A few days ago, Fu Yihang had indeed been "entangled" with her every night, and it was becoming more frequent; last night there was none at all, probably because he was "tired."
"It's fine now, Yun Concubine, you can get up," Feng Yu Lu glanced at Yun Ran with reluctance and smiled, "I misunderstood the situation. Have the kitchen prepare another bowl and send it to the study." As Yun Ran turned to leave, she warned, "Don't tell Father and Mother, otherwise—"
"Yes, yes, I understand," Yun Ran trembled as if her soul had left her body. "It was my fault for being careless; it has nothing to do with Consort Heir. I'll go now." With that, she hurriedly left.
Half an hour later, Yun Ran returned with a bowl of nourishing soup and personally handed it to Feng Yu Lu at the door. She then began cleaning up the scattered ingredients from before. Seeing this, Feng Yu Lu sneered coldly: just a life that needs tidying up! "Husband, this is the nourishing soup prepared by the kitchen for you; please eat it while it's hot," Feng Yu Lu entered the study and automatically changed her demeanor to one that was gentle and demure.
"While it's important for these Consorts to see you studying hard for your exams, you mustn't neglect your health either—"
"I know!" Fu Yihang interrupted impatiently without looking up from his book. "Just put it on the table."
Seeing Feng Yu Lu standing beside him without moving, he frowned and asked, "Why are you still here?"
Feng Yu Lu was displeased and replied curtly, "I'm waiting for you to finish your soup before I leave."
"No need." Fu Yihang coldly dismissed her with three words.
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