Soft and crispy waist

Xia Zheng immediately froze.

It was not too late at this time. Even if Gu Yizi did not go to see Wei Qingqing or Fanghuayuan after returning home, he should go directly to Shushiju instead of coming to her.

This is against the rules.

Unless, he didn't come back through the main gate.

Was that coming straight for her?

He immediately and carefully reached into the pillow with his fingers and touched a corner of the account book hidden underneath. He felt relieved when he confirmed that it had been pressed under his head all the time and Gu Yizi should not have noticed it.

In the dim light, the two people snuggled together silently. It was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard, intertwining with each other again and again, and the atmosphere gradually changed.

"cough!"

Gu Yizi cleared his throat, and Xia Zheng immediately stood up, took out the account book, and threw it into the gap between the bed frames. "Let me pour the prince a cup of tea."

Before she could leave, his large hands with calloused hair pulled her back into his arms. "No need. I'm not thirsty. Don't move."

Only then did Xia Zheng notice the fatigue in Gu Yizi's voice. She looked at him again. He had his eyes closed and was breathing evenly. He looked no different from usual, but there was something faintly hidden between his brows that could not be dissolved. Just looking at him made people feel their hearts sink.

Is it because of the assassination at the banquet?

"What's wrong?" Feeling Xia Zheng's confusion, Gu Yizi asked with his eyes closed.

"I'm happy." Xia Zheng turned around and snuggled into Gu Yizi's arms, her face against his shoulder, her head resting on his neck, and her hands hugging him, gently and tenderly.

She didn't know why Gu Yizi was tired or why he came to her secretly, but when she didn't know, it was best to say less and do more.

Whatever it is, this is a rare opportunity for her right now.

The food shop has been opened, so she has to make plans for her mother and Tuan'er. Only when the two of them leave the Marquis' Mansion and come into Gu Yizi's sight will they be safe, and she can make plans for her future without any scruples.

Tonight, she has to keep Gu Yizi.

Her actions like a coquettish kitten made Gu Yizi feel itchy. He controlled her with his hands to prevent her from going any further. He rested his chin on the top of her head and rubbed her hair. Smelling the fragrance of jasmine hair oil, the heaviness in his heart seemed to dissipate a little.

Everything that happened in the past few days has exhausted him physically and mentally, as if he was trapped in a cage, and everyone is waiting for his decision.

There was no peace even when I returned home, with letters from my father and messages from my mother.

In the backyard, behind Tao Yurong is the Anyang Marquis Mansion, behind Wei Qingqing is the General's Mansion, behind Xue Wuyang is the Xue family who want to get involved, and looking at the entire Duke's Mansion, only Xia Zheng's small courtyard is not entangled with other things. She is also the person in this mansion who truly loves him but has no other thoughts.

Holding her, he seemed to have a moment to breathe.

"Are you happy now?"

"I dare not ask for too much, but if the prince is willing to pity me more, I will be even happier." Xia Zheng looked up and blinked, her charming eyes were full of pure joy, and her heart and eyes were filled with only him.

Gu Yizi's heart moved slightly, and he moved forward, his eyes fixed on the charming person under him, with flames in his eyes, but he endured it again and again.

Just as she was about to turn aside and leave, Xia Zheng's hands clung tightly to her, and she whispered shyly, "The palace doctor said that my pregnancy is already three months old. As long as I'm gentle, it won't be a problem, and it can even... help stabilize the pregnancy."

The last few words were as soft as a mosquito, but Gu Yizi heard them very clearly.

The repression from some time ago was released at this moment. He leaned down, rubbed his lips and tongue together, and his hands skillfully untied the belt. Before Xia Zheng could take a breath, his rough palm had already touched the soft place, and she couldn't help but make a sound.

There is no need to endure this time, this sound becomes the clarion call for attack.

Unlike the radical Chinese medicine last time, Gu Yizi was more gentle. Xia Zheng quickly turned into water. Without those concerns and calculations, she instinctively hooked him and asked for it.

We go to the clouds together amidst waves.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright daylight.

Xia Zheng couldn't remember when she fell asleep, she only knew that this night was the most peaceful and comfortable sleep she had had in the past few days. It was the lingering charming scent that reminded her of what happened at night.

She was so easily carried away by this matter that she even dared to go too far. Fortunately, Gu Yizi did not blame her, but...

"Auntie." Shuangjiang opened the curtain and came in. Seeing Xia Zheng wearing only a small dress and covered in red marks of lust, she quickly lowered her eyes and said with a red face, "The Crown Prince's Consort asks you to go to the Buddhist temple."

"Send someone to fetch water."

After washing up and changing into a long gown with a stand-up collar that could completely cover the red marks, Xia Zheng took Shuangjiang to the Buddhist temple in the west courtyard.

Since the last banquet, Tao Yurong has been committed to her self-punishment, has been eating vegetarian food, canceled her daily greetings, and chanted scriptures in the Buddhist temple from early morning to noon, without a break.

As the Crown Prince's Consort, she obeyed the punishment so well. How could Xue Wuyang, who was just locked up in her own courtyard, not obey the punishment?

Even though the Dali Temple has closed the case, it has not been mentioned in the palace, and the matter remains as it is. In other words, Tao Yurong will have to study Buddhism for three months, and Xue Wuyang will have to be imprisoned for at least three months.

Xue Wuyang has never consummated her marriage. She wanted to use this incident to get things done, but ended up being imprisoned for three months. Who can tell what the situation will be like after three months?

Tao Yurong's methods were indeed much more powerful than her mother Zhou's. If she hadn't been infertile, Xia Zheng would not have been able to escape death even if she was a beautiful woman.

That was why she wanted to hook up with Gu Yizi as soon as possible and get her mother and Tuan'er out.

"Your servant pays homage to the Crown Prince's wife." Entering the Buddhist hall, Xia Zheng bowed obediently.

"You came just in time. I just finished chanting sutras for the baby in your belly. So you can light the incense." Tao Yurong turned around with a smile and handed the incense with the extinguished flame in her hand to Xia Zheng.

"Thank you, Princess." Xia Zheng took the incense and walked reverently to the Buddhist shrine.

Just as she was about to place the incense in the incense burner with both hands, Tao Yurong, who had washed her hands, said, "My mother is not feeling well today, so I need to go back to the Marquis' Mansion to visit her. You haven't been home for a while, so why don't you come with me?"

Xia Zheng's hand trembled, and the incense ash fell on the back of her hand, burning her so much that she quickly shook it off.

Seeing her move slightly out of the corner of her eye, Tao Yurong turned around and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"I am a fool. The incense ash fell and burned me."

"Be careful, you are not alone now, don't be rash."

"Yes, I will remember it." Xia Zheng inserted the incense in her hand into the incense burner and looked up at the Buddha statue inside. She wondered if it was the Buddha who reminded her that this trip was not a good thing.

But she has no choice but to go.

Just like this incense, it has to be inserted into the incense burner no matter what.

However, how and where the incense burns is not determined by the incense burner or the person holding the incense.

As she followed Tao Yurong out of the Buddhist hall, she calmly glanced at Shuangjiang and pointed her gaze towards the kitchen.