Marrying a royal playboy and becoming a glamorous matriarch

"Where are you going, my wife? I haven't even checked you yet."

Although Qin Ping'an was a playboy, he was surprisingly strong.

With one hand, he firmly pinned her arm above her head, while with the other hand, he effortlessly undid her hair and tore open her collar.

Rough fingers kneaded and manipulated every inch of skin, saying, "We must check carefully; we absolutely cannot let any mosquitoes bite us."

"Husband, it's broad daylight, and there are people all over the place outside. What are you doing?"

Wei Qingrou couldn't escape; her voice was barely audible, carrying a hint of weakness.

Qin Pingan tilted his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and blew a breath of hot air onto her chest.

"What do you think, my wife? You know what I want to do."

Wei Qingrou's cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes filled with panic and shyness. Was this spoiled brat trying to be a hooligan in broad daylight?

There were a bunch of maids and servants outside, and any slight movement would be heard. She didn't want to indulge in debauchery in broad daylight!

Wei Qingrou struggled even more, but the friction only fueled Qin Ping'an's burning desire, and he gripped her embroidered belt tightly.

"My husband, I was wrong, please don't..."

Qin Ping'an looked at her pitiful little face, her watery eyes filled with timid pleading, and her slender little body twisting as if trying to escape. Suddenly, he felt his mouth dry and ripped off the belt that was in the way.

"No, that's not what you said last night. You were crying and begging me for it."

He nibbled at her fair earlobe, lingering and nibbling his way down.

Even as they collided, he gently reminded her, pinching her waist, "Don't make a sound. It's broad daylight, and there are people all over the place outside."

Wei Qingrou wanted to cry but had no tears, and could only remain rational and clear-headed amidst the ups and downs.

She bit her red lips hard, truly not daring to make the slightest sound.

Qin Ping'an, with his brute strength having nowhere to vent, now unleashed it all on her.

He was satisfied only after he had exhausted the young lady until she was completely limp on the couch, and then he withdrew.

Before leaving, he pinched her hard: "If you dare to mess around with those hands again, I'll chop them off. It won't be as simple as it is today."

Wei Qingrou was gritting her teeth and cursing again, still half asleep.

So it turns out that Qin Ping'an, that spoiled brat, was deliberately trying to teach her a lesson!

It's extremely inappropriate to wash your body in broad daylight, but if you don't wash yourself, you'll feel sticky and uncomfortable and won't be able to show your face to anyone.

Wei Qingrou, suppressing her embarrassment, called for help. Chunxiaqiudong Sixi brought hot water and served her to bathe and change.

However, even though they had been trained, their cheeks flushed red from the erotic and ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

After Wei Qingrou finished washing up, she stepped out from behind the screen and saw that Qin Ping'an had already eaten and was lounging on the couch drinking tea.

As soon as she walked over, she was pulled into his arms, and four maids hurriedly carried the things out of the room.

"I heard that Aunt Ying hasn't served you tea yet?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a subtle hint of authority.

Qin Pingan played with her little hand; it was so soft, a tiny little thing curled up in his hand.

Was someone coming to complain about him and demand an explanation? Wei Qingrou's heart tightened, and she perked up.

“The other concubines have all served tea and received rewards. If Concubine Ying is sincerely serving tea, how could I not drink it? But although she has entered our household, she does not behave properly and is not worthy of your favor, husband.”

"You spent a fortune to save her from a terrible situation and brought her into our blessed home. You're practically her savior, aren't you? Yet she behaves so rudely in our house, showing no gratitude whatsoever. It's clear she doesn't truly love you."

Wei Qingrou bowed low, tears glistening in her eyes, her voice tinged with grievance.

Like a freshly brewed Biluochun tea, she subtly sowed discord among herself with tea and conversation, subtly putting eye drops on Aunt Ying.

Pretending to be pitiful and shameless in front of superiors is all for the sake of work.

Qin Ping'an is her husband. In this era where women follow their husbands after marriage, she can only do her best to maintain a good relationship with him.

Seeing her teary eyes, Qin Ping'an curled his fingers and rubbed her face. "Look at you, I was just asking, and you're already upset. You can decide how to handle it."

Wei Qingrou quickly stopped crying and smiled, affectionately nuzzling his palm. "Okay."

Since Qin Ping'an brought this up, she couldn't keep ignoring Aunt Ying any longer. However, it wouldn't be so easy for her to come and offer tea.

After a moment's thought, Wei Qingrou gave the order to have someone teach Aunt Ying manners, and that she could come once she had learned the manners.

However, the most stern-looking nanny, Xia, was assigned to the task. She was burly and looked fierce.

Wei Qingrou specifically instructed that if Aunt Ying gave her a reward, she should accept it, as she was quite wealthy.

Granny Xia went happily and received ten taels of silver on the first day. She returned and handed it over properly, but Wei Qingrou did not accept it and told her to keep it, considering it as a way to generate income for her subordinates.

So, Granny Xia went even more enthusiastically, getting up early to teach Aunt Ying manners, and each time she brought a different person, always returning with a full purse.

Granny Qin praised Wei Qingrou for doing a good job, saying, "That Aunt Ying is a restless person. If she had enough money to bribe people, she would definitely cause trouble. This time, she was taught a lesson and her source of income was cut off so that she would learn her lesson."

This matter naturally reached the ears of the princess, who had no liking for this concubine, Ying, who came from a brothel.

Hearing that Wei Qingrou had done this, she laughed with delight and said to the people around her, "My daughter-in-law is a clever and wonderful person. She sent her the brightest of my newly acquired shimmering brocade and fragrant cloud gauze, and also gave her my gold-threaded flower crown."

The servants, understanding the princess's favoritism, realized the new bride's importance and grew to respect her even more.

When Wei Qingrou received the bright fabric and gold-threaded flower crown sent by the princess, she understood that her mother-in-law was supporting her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my mother-in-law is a sensible and clear-headed person, which saved her a lot of trouble.

The old woman who delivered the gifts smiled and said, "This gold-threaded flower crown was worn by the princess when she got married. It's a precious old item that's kept at the bottom of her trunk. The princess doesn't take it out easily."

With gratitude on her face, Wei Qingrou looked towards the main courtyard, her eyes filled with affection: "My mother loves me even more than my own mother."

After slipping a purse into Granny Qian's hand, her old mouth became even sweeter, and she left with a satisfied smile.

When they arrived before the princess, Wei Qingrou's words were naturally relayed. The princess felt comforted and thought Wei Qingrou was even more obedient and sensible.

When the princess was happy, everyone was happy, even the prince's mood improved, and he couldn't help but look at Wei Qingrou with more respect.

Everyone was overjoyed, but only Aunt Ying, who lived in the back room of the Prince's Mansion, was heartbroken.

She had spent a lot of money these past two days, but she never expected that the old hag would be such an ungrateful dog. She had spoiled her so much that she now stared at her money box every day and she couldn't change her ways.

Unfortunately, Qin Ping'an has been so infatuated with his new wife these past two days that he hasn't come to the backyard at all. It's difficult for her to even see him, let alone have a chance to complain.

She could only force a smile and give tips every day, learn the rules, and be laughed at by the other concubines living with her.

If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have thrown a tantrum on the day of the tea ceremony.

Too bad it's too late.