Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

"Wen Zhou, why are you here so late?" Ruan Chuyin asked for the sake of conversation, her toes curled up in embarrassment.

"Yes, it's so late! I was worried that the Crown Princess had forgotten the time, so I came here. Fortunately, the Crown Princess was considerate and didn't make me wait too long." Jiang Wenzhou smiled like the warm spring sunshine, and every word he said was warm, but there was a dangerous light flashing in his eyes, full of warning.

"I didn't forget, I didn't forget. I had a lot of accounts to check today, so I was too busy."

"Really? It's really hard for you in the dark. I'll have two carts of candles sent over tomorrow to prevent the Crown Princess from hurting her eyes."

The half-smiling look penetrated deep into someone's soul, and it was as if the cry of a crow was heard in the ears, making Ruan Chuyin's already flushed face even more embarrassed.

Her sparkling eyes glanced upstairs through the slit in the curtains. It was indeed quite dark. Her ten toes wiggled and scratched at each other in disorder, and her face wore only a smirk and a silly smile.

Being arrested twice made her subconsciously pay more attention to this powerful and influential prince, so much so that she didn't dare to say a single boastful word in front of him in the years to come.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Jiang Wenzhou asked indifferently, but he leaned over honestly and held the person in his arms.

Ruan Chuyin began to think, a series of to-do items popping up in her mind. She said truthfully, "I have to go back to the building tomorrow morning to check the accounts with Wei Jiusi. I have a lunch date with a friend at noon, and later I have to talk to Xiang Yunchi about something. I won't be back tonight."

"What about the day after tomorrow?" Jiang Wenzhou lowered the corner of his lips slightly, and his calm expression showed a crack.

"My friend is going to participate in the academy's literary competition the day after tomorrow, and I have to go to cheer him on. I also have to go see Xuanzhou later. I haven't been there for a few days." Ruan Chuyin remembered that she had promised Jiang Xuanzhou to report to the Linhuai Palace every three days.

Jiang Wenzhou's eyes slowly swept over the person in his arms, loosened his arms around her waist and sat up straight again.

In the darkness, she repeatedly stroked the jade ring on her left finger, lowered her eyes and smiled again and again.

It was a silent, dumb laugh. The raised corners of his lips looked particularly strange in the pale moonlight, making Ruan Chuyin's scalp shiver and her eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

"The Crown Princess has worked much harder than I have! I must take good care of myself when I get home." After he finished speaking, he raised the curtain and looked outside the pavilion.

The streets were deserted. Starlight cast a shimmering silver on the bluestone pavement. A few large red lanterns from the shops still burned, flickering in the night breeze, their last struggle. Everything seemed so desolate, causing Jiang Wenzhou to reconsider their journey together. Since Xiang Yunchi had arrived, Ruan Chuyin would surely leave soon. What should he do? This seemed a bit tricky.

This night was particularly long. The candles in Chunhui Hall were brightly lit and continued to burn brightly until after the fifth watch.

"Wen Zhou... you're going to be late for court..." Ruan Chuyin was forced to dance again and again, sweat pouring down her slender waist, and begged for mercy with a tearful voice. After several hours of continuous tonic, her body was getting worse and worse. As the sky gradually brightened, how would she have the energy to reconcile the accounts? How would she have the strength to lift the spoon and prepare the meal?

"What the Crown Princess said makes sense. It seems I should hurry up." Jiang Wenzhou clamped her chin and kissed her fiery red lips deeply. A blushing and heart-pounding voice slowly emerged from his throat. It was low and hoarse, and with a sense of magnetism, it kept seeping into Ruan Chuyin's ears, tempting her to go deeper with a strong temptation.

The heavy and ponderous force was unbearable. It was unknown how long it took before the man on her body completely took off his clothes, put on his clothes with satisfaction, and stood up.

The tall figure gradually left, and the person on the bed was so tired that he couldn't even cry, and slowly closed his eyes.

Jiang Wenzhou's actions completely disrupted Jiaoren'er's plans. When he opened his eyes again, it was already three past four in the morning. He resigned himself to his fate, dragging his body, feeling as if it had been run over by a truck, into the bathroom.

Reconciling accounts and cooking were all thrown behind my mind. Now the only thing left in my mind was the Qingyou fruit that was far away in the sky and yet right in front of my eyes.

Today, business at Mingyue Restaurant is better than ever. Ruan Chuyin sat in the carriage, looking at the endless long line of people waiting at the door, and fell into deep self-doubt.

The guys in the kitchen were so busy that they didn't even notice when she arrived.

"Uncle Zhao, why are you here too? Is there some festival today? Why are there so many people here all of a sudden?" Ruan Chuyin approached Zhao Wuji, who was buried in a pile of food orders, and asked.

Zhao Wuji was concentrating on checking the accounts and was almost scared to death by the Crown Prince's Consort. He covered his heart with his hands, raised his head and took two breaths.

"Uncle Zhao, did I scare you?" Ruan Chuyin picked up the teacup beside her and handed it over embarrassedly.

"No, no, that's not right, Princess." Zhao Wuji took it respectfully, kicked the debris to the sides to make room for her, and said, "Tomorrow is the joint literary competition of the eight major academies. Students from all over Dayong have arrived, as have many knowledgeable young people and great scholars from other countries. Right now, all the restaurants and inns along Liangsong Street are packed. Many people still can't find a place to stay. The room prices have more than tripled." Zhao Wuji excitedly raised three fingers and gestured. Just these two days would be enough to keep those inns well-fed for six months.

Surprised, Ruan Chuyin quickly wrote down the names of six quick dishes and handed them over: "Uncle Zhao, please help me put these into the food box, I will take them away later." After that, she hurried up to Cuibai Tower.

Wei Jiusi sat by the window, watching the movement outside while still putting pen to paper. When he caught sight of the approaching figure of Chu Hese from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but yell, "What the hell is it? You're just getting here!" He threw down his pen, pulled her to the window, and pointed at the long dragon downstairs while holding the furry little head. He said angrily, "These people came at three o'clock in the morning! There are still so many people here! If I hadn't lost all my martial arts skills, I would have wiped them out with a single blow! This is not the way to play with your life, understand?"

"I understand, I understand. Just wait. I'll go call for help now! Wait for me!" Ruan Chuyin saw that Wei Jiusi was very emotional, with two circles of blue on his eyelids, looking more like a panda than a panda. She immediately realized that something was wrong and decisively turned around to get help.

At the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion, Qin Guanzhi had just finished painting a picture of "Ink Bamboo" when he saw his beloved wife rushing in in a hurry.

"Hatsune, you're back!"

The slender arms held the person tightly in his arms, buried his face deep in the clouds and sniffed gently.

"I'm back. Guanzhi, are you okay today?" Ruan Chuyin raised her head and put her arms around his neck.

"Nothing, it's a good opportunity for me to spend some time with you." After he finished speaking, Qin Guanzhi wanted to pull her over to appreciate the painting he had just finished.

"Great, come with me quickly! The number of guests in the building has increased fivefold, Jiusi can't hold on any longer." Ruan Chuyin grabbed his big hand with her backhand and pulled him out the door.

"You came back just to ask me for help?" Qin Guanzhi was slightly stunned and his face fell instantly.

"I really didn't expect so many people to come to the building today. Let's talk later. By the way, where is Yunchi? Where does he live?" Xiang Yunchi has rich experience in restaurant operation, and he is the most useful person.

"You didn't know? He bought a house at No. 8 Liangshui Street..." Qin Guanzhi was even more surprised. So they hadn't been in touch in the past few days? Before he could finish his words, he felt his hands go empty. His beloved wife, who had just appeared for less than five minutes, had already rushed away in a hurry.

"You go to the building first, I'll go find him!" Ruan Chuyin quickly got on the carriage and asked Chen Chen to drive to the destination.

Ming Qi opened the door, and before he could focus his eyes, two small hands had already grabbed his shoulders tightly.

"Are Ming Qi, Ming Liu, Ming Jiu and the others here?" Ruan Chuyin asked excitedly.

"Yes, all here. Madam...you?" The charm of the beautiful woman was so irresistible that he sniffed twice and swallowed back the hot blood that was about to spurt out in time.

"Hurry up and go to Mingyue Tower to help. Where's Yunchi?"

"The Lord is in the main courtyard." Ming Qi replied dazedly, leading her there quickly.

The Master has not been in a very good mood these past two days, often gazing at the newly planted roses in the garden with a cold smile. Now that the Madam is here, he should be in a better mood, right?