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"Why are you suddenly angry with me?"

Yinzhen asked patiently.

No one paid any attention to him. He sighed silently, then took off his shoes and went to bed.

Xiyu squatted in the corner, groggy.

While she was half asleep, she felt a strong arm around her waist. Before she could react, the scene in front of her changed and she was spun around and thrown into the soft bed.

When her vision regained some clarity, she found that she had been pinned down on the bed, unable to move.

Helplessly, she could only slowly raise her head and look into those burning eyes.

Yinzhen propped up his elbows and held the young wife firmly under him. He leaned forward slightly, opened his lips, and took her pink earlobe into his mouth, grinding it with the tip of his teeth to arouse the itch that went deep into his bones.

His lust gradually arose, he took out the medicine bottle from his sleeve, poured out three pills, and was about to put them into his mouth when he suddenly heard the soft voice of the concubine.

"what are you eating?"

She drunkenly took a few steps forward and reached out to grab the pill from his hand, "What delicious food are you secretly eating? I want some too!"

Xiyu's tone was a little arrogant. When she saw that she was about to succeed, the man suddenly ate it all in one bite. When she opened her palm, it was empty.

She showed what she thought was the most ferocious expression, threw the man down on the bed, opened her mouth and kissed the man's lips, sticking out her tongue to hook and search inside, stirring up the saliva.

After a long while, I tasted nothing.

"That's too much. You actually ate alone."

She pressed Yinzhen under her body and sat on him, looking more arrogant and domineering than ever before.

"Yaoyao, if you tell me why you are angry, I will give you this candy."

Yinzhen coaxed softly in a hoarse voice.

Xiyu drank too much and his brain reacted slowly.

After a long time, she blinked her wet eyelashes, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I won't tell you."

After saying that, she sat up straight with a smug and sly smile on her face.

You actually learned how to tease him?

Yinzhen's eyes darkened, and he used a little force on his hips to press the person under him.

"Yaoyao refuses to speak, so I will keep talking tonight until you speak."

A deep voice sounded beside Xiyu's ears, with a hint of unquestionable dominance.

After saying this, he leaned over and kissed her lips again, not leaving her any chance to speak.

Then he kissed all the way down the neck, leaving a trail of wet and hot marks.

……

——Tongjia Mansion——

After returning from the palace, Tong Jia Qingtang went back to his room, suppressing his anger.

The moment the maid closed the door, she finally couldn't suppress her inner emotions anymore. She turned around abruptly, reached out and overturned the teacup and tea set on the table to the ground.

Accompanied by a crisp and sharp sound of breaking, the exquisite porcelain was instantly shattered.

"Gege..."

Wen Yuan, the maid beside her, was startled and took two steps forward hesitantly.

However, Tong Jia Qingtang turned around and walked to the side, pretending not to see her, and swept the vases and jade articles that were originally neatly arranged on the shelf to the ground.

The moment these precious objects hit the ground, a series of cracking sounds were heard, which were particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

At this moment, Tong Jia Qingtang had completely lost her mind. Her tears burst out like a dam breaking, and she kept repeating: "Why! Why!"

The grief-stricken and angry shouts resounded throughout the room, as if releasing all the pain and dissatisfaction.

The debris scattered all over the floor seemed to express her anger and resentment.

Her appearance was completely different from the image of a gentle and talented woman that she presented to everyone.

"Open the door."

There was a slight and rhythmic knock at the door, as if carrying an unquestionable force.

Then, a low, cold and calm voice came into the room through the crack in the door.

It's Marfa.

Tong Jia Qingtang's heart tightened and his face turned pale. Then he subconsciously straightened his clothes and stood upright.

Wen Yuan looked at her own princess beside her, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

After getting a positive answer, she took a deep breath, slowly stood up and walked to the door, her hands trembling slightly, as if she could feel the majesty and pressure of the person outside the door.

After opening the door, Wen Yuan lowered her head, not daring to look Tong Guowei directly into the eyes.

She silently stepped aside to make way.

Tong Guowei's eyes quickly swept across the scene in the room, and saw that the room was in a mess, with tables and chairs tilted and items scattered all over the floor, as if it had just experienced a fierce argument.

His brows were slightly furrowed, but his expression remained calm and composed. He didn't say much, but just walked into the house.

When he reached the center of the room, Tong Guowei stopped and ordered in a low voice: "Close the door and get out."

There was an irresistible command in his tone. Wen Yuan did not dare to hesitate for a moment. She quickly closed the door and quietly left the room.

There were only two people inside the door, and the expression on Tong Guowei's face suddenly changed.

He looked at Tong Jia Qingtang in front of him with a gloomy face and asked in a deep voice: "Why are you dissatisfied with marrying you to the Eighth Prince?"

Tong Jia Qingtang took a deep breath, stood up straight in front of him, and tried his best to stay calm.

"Mafa, the Eighth Prince is of humble origin. He is not a good choice."

"Do you have a better candidate?"

This rhetorical question left her speechless for a moment, and she didn't know how to answer.

After a moment, she mustered up the courage to speak softly, "But I don't want to marry the Eighth Prince, I want..."

Before she could finish, Tong Guowei interrupted her coldly, "You still don't want to give up on the Fourth Prince? I tell you, from the moment you give up the engagement with him, there is no possibility for the two of you!"

These words were like an extremely sharp sword, piercing straight into the most unbearable part of her heart, causing Tong Jia Qingtang unbearable pain.

However, at this moment, she no longer cared about her fear for Marfa, and she loudly retorted emotionally, "Why not? Fourth cousin has recovered now, as long as..."

At this point, a trace of determination and ferocity suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she said what she had hidden in her heart for a long time: "As long as his position as wife is vacant, I will have a chance."

"I think you are crazy!"

Tong Guowei raised his hand in anger and slapped her hard on the side of the face.

Tong Jia Qingtang only felt a burning pain on his face and his body lost balance. After staggering a few steps, he fell heavily to the ground.

"The Fourth Prince has a strong desire for revenge. We abandoned him in the beginning. Now you still want to go back and look for him. It's simply wishful thinking!"

There was a buzzing sound in her ears, as if countless bees were flying around, but Tong Guowei's rebukes and warnings were still clearly audible.

"Think about it carefully. If you can't figure it out, don't go out for the time being."

After saying this, Tong Guowei shook his sleeves vigorously, turned around and left without looking back, leaving her sitting alone on the debris-strewn ground.

Tong Jia Qingtang stared blankly at Mafa's receding back, his heart filled with grievance and resentment.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes and slid down my swollen cheeks.

"No, my fourth cousin likes me. I just need to explain it to him. I was forced to do this. I was forced to do this..."

She sat on the ground muttering to herself, picked up a piece of broken porcelain and held it tightly in her palm, as if she was unaware of the pain, she held it tightly and refused to let go.

The sharp edges pierced her palm, and blood dripped down her palm to the ground, staining the pure white porcelain fragments red.

After a long time, Tong Jia Qingtang slowly got up from the ground, gently stroked his hot cheek with his hand, and whispered, "I won't give up..."