After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

Wen Jiayue was awakened by thirst.

She whispered "Ruyi," but there was no response. She could only barely open her eyes and grope for the bell.

The bell rang, and Ruyi strode in from outside.

"Madam, you're awake!"

Upon entering the inner room, she lit a candle and immediately noticed the red marks on the lady's wrist, varying in depth, like blooming red plum blossoms in the snow.

Wen Jiayue's face was as delicate as a begonia, and after being nourished, it was full of spring-like vitality.

Ruyi didn't dare to look any longer, blushing and lowering her head.

Wen Jiayue coughed and ordered, "Pour me a cup of tea."

Hearing that her voice was hoarse, Ruyi didn't dare to be negligent and quickly poured a cup and brought it to the bedside.

Wen Jiayue reached out to take it, but her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and she almost spilled it.

She found it strange; she had only taken a nap after drinking, so why were her limbs suddenly unresponsive?

She was stunned when she caught sight of the red mark on her wrist.

The slight discomfort she felt in her lower body made her realize what had happened after she got drunk.

Wen Jiayue's face tightened. Shen Fuhan actually took advantage of her vulnerability!

Seeing that the lady had difficulty moving, Ruyi suggested, "Let me feed you."

Wen Jiayue shook her head. She had gathered some strength, took the teacup, and slowly finished drinking it.

"Does Madam wish to continue?"

Wen Jiayue nodded and asked, "When did I return to the manor?"

Her voice was still a little hoarse, but it had a sweet and charming quality.

As Ruyi poured the tea, she said in a low voice, "It's about a quarter past the hour of Wei."

Wen Jiayue asked again, "When did I go to sleep?"

Ruyi stammered, "It's past midnight..."

The Marquis was far too unrestrained today; for more than two hours, he showed no mercy to his wife's body.

But she was of low status and had little influence, so she dared not disturb them and could only worry anxiously from outside.

Wen Jiayue was both angry and furious.

She thought Shen Fuhan was a gentleman, never expecting him to treat her like this!

Seeing that she was angry, Ruyi quickly comforted her, "Madam, perhaps the Marquis has just been away for too long... that's why..."

She was unmarried and couldn't say those words, so she spoke hesitantly.

Wen Jiayue smiled slightly at her.

She took the teacup, slowly drank a few sips, and asked, "Where did the Marquis go?"

Ruyi answered fluently: "The Emperor summoned him urgently, and the Marquis went just as it got completely dark. It has been almost half an hour since then."

Wen Jiayue tried to figure out what the urgent summons was about, but after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't come up with a solution.

Since the Emperor ascended the throne, he has placed great trust in Shen Fuhan, summoning him at least 30 times a year, if not 50.

Unable to figure it out, she simply stopped thinking about it, and drowsiness returned.

Wen Jiayue nodded, forcing herself to ask, "Where's Zhaozhao?"

"The young lady is being exceptionally well-behaved with her wet nurse today, not crying or fussing."

Wen Jiayue wanted to see her daughter, but she was too tired and covered her mouth to yawn.

She lay back down, feeling there was something she needed to tell Ruyi, but she couldn't remember what it was.

If I can't remember, then it's not important.

Wen Jiayue wrapped herself tighter in the quilt, but still felt a bit cold, so she ordered, "Put a hot water bottle in my pocket."

Ruyi responded with a "yes" and brought over the warm hot water bottle, but the lady was already asleep.

She carefully tucked the hot water bottle into the quilt, blew out the lamp, and tiptoed out the door.

As soon as she closed the door and turned around, she saw the Marquis walking over quickly, and she hurriedly curtsied.

Shen Fuhan glanced at the inner room and asked in a low voice, "Is Madam awake?"

Ruyi replied softly, "My lady was thirsty just now, and after drinking some water, she went back to sleep."

Shen Fuhan nodded and walked straight into the bedroom.

By the moonlight, he walked precisely to the bedside and gazed at Wen Jiayue, who was sleeping peacefully with her eyes relaxed.

He leaned down, reached out his hand, and the moment his fingertips touched her face, she frowned and shrank back into the blankets.

Realizing his hands were cold, he paused, straightened up, and went to the restroom.

Not long after, he lay down next to Wen Jiayue.

Perhaps because she had gotten used to sleeping alone for the past two weeks, Wen Jiayue sensed the unfamiliar presence and, without thinking, rolled up her blanket and hid in a corner.

Shen Fuhan stared at the blanket that only covered half of his body and fell silent.

Half of my body was ice cold, while the other half was unusually hot, as if there was a heat source near my legs.

Without hesitation, he sat up and placed the hot water bottle under the bed.

After waiting silently for a while, Wen Jiayue turned over and leaned towards him.

Shen Fuhan hugged her, tucked the blankets in on both sides, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

As dawn broke, Shen Fuhan opened his eyes.

He tiptoed to his feet, but still woke up Wen Jiayue, who was fast asleep.

He coughed lightly: "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and stared at him: "Why are you sleeping here?"

She finally remembered what she had forgotten to tell him last night, but it was too late.

Shen Fuhan explained, "We shared a room yesterday, so I slept here last night."

When he brought this up, Wen Jiayue became even angrier.

Why did you take advantage of someone in distress?

Shen Fuhan paused, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"I never agreed to be with you..." Her eyes widened. "You're going too far!"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "I didn't expect it, it was you who took the initiative."

Wen Jiayue glared at her angrily: "You're making false accusations! I would never do such a thing!"

In an attempt to exonerate himself from his mistakes, he actually shifted the blame onto her!

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "It seems your memory isn't very good when you're drunk."

He glanced at the sky and, seeing that there was still some time, sat down again.

“Yesterday, after you got drunk, I took you back to the mansion. After we got to the inner room, you kept talking about our wedding night.”

Wen Jiayue was stunned. She had a vague recollection; she did recall the events of her wedding night…

She bit her lip: "But that's no reason for you to force me."

Shen Fuhan frowned and corrected, "It wasn't forced, it was consensual. We are husband and wife, it's perfectly normal for us to have sex."

He spoke seriously, as if discussing some important matter, but what he said was all...

Wen Jiayue was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, and didn't want to listen anymore. Anyway, she had no recollection of these things, so she just treated it as if she had been bitten by a dog.

Drinking alcohol really leads to trouble!

With a stern face, she said, "My lord, please go to court."

Shen Fuhan didn't leave. He observed her expression and asked in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

"How dare I?"

She was being sarcastic, but Shen Fuhan seemed to take it seriously and breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing it.

Wen Jiayue looked at him in disbelief.

She was furious with him. How come she never realized Shen Fuhan was this kind of person before!

Isn't he the top scholar? Isn't he the reincarnation of the God of Literature? How come he can't even tell the difference between right and wrong?

Shen Fuhan hesitated before speaking, "I was a bit too impulsive yesterday. Are you... feeling alright?"

Wen Jiayue threw a soft pillow at him and said sullenly, "Stop talking!"

Shen Fuhan caught it steadily and placed it by the bedside.

"Alright, I'll go to court."