After the marriage, I married the most treacherous minister of the dynasty

That night, Yan Mingjue came back a little late.

To be precise, he came back very late these days and no one knew what he was busy with.

Su Qingwan didn't know that her father and Su Changze had teamed up to use the imperial seal on Yan Mingjue, nor did she know that Yan Mingjue wanted to bring Su Changze down. Now that the two sides were fighting, she was naturally extremely busy.

As soon as he entered the mansion, the doorman came to him and said that the lady asked him to come back and visit her yard.

When Yan Mingjue arrived, Miao Hua was applying medicine to Su Qingwan.

After a few days, the scars on Su Qingwan's back had healed a little, but the color had turned black and purple, looking particularly scary.

Especially since Su Qingwan's skin was as white as porcelain, she looked even more terrifying.

Seeing several glaring marks appearing on the snow-white back for no reason, Yan Mingjue's face darkened slightly.

"Why is it getting worse?"

This looks more serious than before.

"It's almost healed. It just looks scary, but it doesn't hurt anymore."

Su Qingwan glanced at Miao Hua, who understood and handed the medicine to Yan Mingjue.

Men's strength is different from women's, and Yan Mingjue's hands are even more different.

The moment Yan Mingjue's fingers touched her skin, Su Qingwan subconsciously shrank back.

"Husband, it hurts, be gentle."

Su Qingwan's voice was soft, yet carried some unspeakable meaning.

Yan Mingjue felt like a fire was burning deep in his heart, and his cold eyes turned a little red.

His breathing became even heavier.

He is not Liu Xiahui. Who can resist such a beauty?

What's more, this is his legal wife whom he married in a grand ceremony. Isn't it natural for him to want her?

Yan Ming never put himself in a difficult position. He just took advantage of Su Qingwan's lying position to relieve himself.

After more than half an hour, the room finally quieted down, and both of them were breathing heavily.

Yan Mingjue felt a smell of ointment on his body.

The ointment on Su Qingwan's body was in vain, and she was carried by Yan Mingjue to take a bath.

When Yan Mingjue suggested applying medicine to her again, her eyes flickered:

"Sir, are you really applying the medicine?"

"I don't want to apply the medicine for the third time."

Yan Mingjue: “…No.”

With a hoarse voice, he quickly applied medicine to Su Qingwan, then washed himself before he regained his composure.

"You asked the concierge to call me over. What's the matter?"

Yan Ming definitely didn't believe that Su Qingwan was thinking about him. She must have something to talk to him about.

Su Qingwan heard this and said:

"Sir, I brought Aunt Hong back."

"People in Zhuangzi said she was ill. I asked Doctor Zhou to see her. He said it was indeed in a critical condition. Fortunately, she was treated in time and she can just take good care of herself."

Naturally, Yan Mingjue must be informed of this matter.

Rather than letting others exaggerate and tell him, it would be better for her to speak up herself. After all, she is being magnanimous.

Sure enough, when he heard that Aunt Hong was ill, Yan Mingjue frowned, but when he heard that Doctor Zhou had come to see her, his brows relaxed a little.

"You decide."

"You take care of the backyard stuff, you don't have to tell me."

It’s not known how long this statement will last, nor how much it can be believed, but Su Qingwan did not find fault with it.

Just believe 30% of what men say.

Her goal is achieved.

With her words, Yan Mingjue would never go to see Aunt Hong again, and Aunt Hong would not have to complain in front of him.

Yan Ming was definitely good to her, but this was not the only good thing he did to her.

Aunt Hong is sick now. If Yan Mingjue sees her, he will probably be soft-hearted and cause some trouble for no reason.