Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

He kissed her forcefully today, just like that day at Qinghui Garden when he pressed her down on the table. He was holding back his anger and had a fierce determination, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

Qin Yizhen's mouth hurt from his bite, and she finally came to her senses.

"Gently..." Before she could finish speaking, he swallowed her words and swallowed them up in a passionate kiss.

The carriage emerged from the market and slowly moved forward. The bright moonlight shone down from the sky, and all was quiet. The wheels rolled across the ground, leaving only a trail that quickly disappeared.

Qin Yizhen leaned against Cheng Yan's chest, panting. When she saw him trying to kiss her again, she quickly pushed him away and shook her head vigorously, refusing to let him.

If he were at home, it would be one thing for him to act up, but in the carriage, with people outside who are all sharp-eyed and perceptive, it would be quite embarrassing.

Cheng Yan's frustration dissipated slightly, but he still felt like there was a thorn in his heart.

If it were any other man who coveted his wife, he would only feel angry, but this person was Xie Zhan, and he felt too uneasy.

Who is Xie Zhan?

The most handsome young master in Qin capital, known as the immortal banished from the mortal realm, is the elegant and refined Xie Langjun.

Such a young man was also in love with her. If it weren't for his interference, Qin Yizhen would definitely have fallen for Xie Zhan, and she might be happily married to him right now.

Even though he always felt that Qin Yizhen had no romantic feelings for him or Xie Zhan at the time, and that they should fight over her as equals, he was not wrong, but he was still really afraid.

He dared not let her know Xie Zhan's feelings, and rushed towards Xie Zhan without hesitation...

He buried his face in her neck, held her hand and pressed it against his chest, letting her feel his heartbeat.

After a moment's pause, Qin Yizhen regained her composure and immediately began to speak, "Thank you, Young Master Xie..."

"Don't mention him." Cheng Yan immediately didn't want to hear her say any more. "You're already married to me, you're my wife, you're not allowed to mention Xie Zhan or Li Zhan."

Qin Yizhen was speechless. She sniffed and said, "I don't remember drinking any vinegar today, so why does everything smell sour?"

Cheng Yan gritted her teeth: "Xie Zhan is good, but the Xie clan has many members and is very complicated. It is not suitable for you. Moreover, if you marry Xie Zhan, you will become the eldest daughter-in-law and matriarch, and you will have a life of hard work. You will never have the carefree life you have now."

He did dare to admit that "Xie Zhan is good."

“I’m different. I have no elders at home, so you can just pretend that the people in the old house are all dead. You can live however you want. Plus, with me and my sister protecting you, who would dare to bully you?”

"You should know that with so many relatives and so many brothers and sisters-in-law in the inner quarters, there are many troubles. Even if you are a princess, there are some things that cannot be done without showing any mercy."

Qin Yizhen found his words rather amusing, especially the way he spoke so grandly yet seemed somewhat anxious.

So she couldn't help but reach out and put her arms around his neck, saying, "Actually... if I were to get married, I would have a princess's residence, right? If I lived in the princess's residence and had little contact with the Xie family, I could still manage to live a normal life."

Cheng Yan's face immediately darkened, and he lowered his head and bit her lip hard again: "You really want to marry me! Try it again!"

Finally, he threatened in a fit of exasperation, "You're already married to me, so you can't even think about it. It's impossible in this life, and it's impossible in the next. Forget about it!"

Qin Yizhen sighed helplessly, gesturing for him to sit against the soft cushions in the carriage, then leaned against his chest and said to him:

“I don’t know what feelings Young Master Xie has for me. The last time I met Young Master Xie was when I was twelve years old. He was ordered to teach me chess. Later, my father passed away, and I married you. I haven’t seen you since.”

"I consider myself a person of propriety. Now that I've married you, how could I possibly get involved with other men?" Qin Yizhen said, a hint of displeasure in her voice. She then lowered her eyes, a touch of sadness in her expression.

"I'm just worried that I might have wronged Young Master Xie all these years."

"Young Master Xie is a man of noble character and integrity, the dream lover of every girl in Qindu. There are plenty of good women willing to marry him. At his age, he should be married."

"Age?" Cheng Yan was displeased again upon hearing this. "You still remember his age? How old is he? How old am I?"

This vinegar jar...it's incredibly sour!

Qin Yizhen had seen many different sides of him these days, but she never knew he could be so jealous.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Cheng Yan pressed her further: "Tell me, how old am I now? Don't you remember how old your husband is?"

Qin Yizhen deliberately thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook her head: "Hmm...maybe they don't know."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yan immediately became angry again and wanted to bite her once more.

Qin Yizhen quickly said, "I remember now, I remember now, your birthday is on the third day of the sixth month, you'll be twenty-four this year." She paused, then looked up at him and said, "Cheng Yan, this year on your birthday, would you please take me to pay my respects to the Lady of Ming?"

Cheng Yan's birthday is the anniversary of the death of his birth mother, Lady Mingguo. Every year at this time, Empress Dowager Cheng would take them to pay their respects, or she would go to the Chengen Marquis's residence to torment the Cheng family.

Qin Yizhen used to go to the ancestral graves with them, but in the two years since she married Cheng Yan, she has become increasingly reluctant to go out and has stopped going.

Cheng Yan paused, lowered his eyes and touched her hair, and replied with a "okay". Beneath his calm eyes, a storm was brewing.

She went to the ancestral temple with him this time because she willingly accepted his status as his wife and went with him.

Cheng Yan showed no outward expression, but his heart was churning with turbulent emotions. He held her even tighter, wishing he could embed her into his very being.

The carriage continued on its way, and the two remained quietly embracing each other without saying a word.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cheng Yan patted her back and said, "Regardless of what happened between me and Xie Zhan, you don't need to blame yourself or feel indebted. It's just that if you have something to ask for, you have to give something in return. That's all there is to it."

"Plant a tree in spring and it will bear a lot of fruit in autumn. But you need to weed, loosen the soil, fertilize, water, and prune the branches and leaves before the fruit can bear the sweetest fruit. This process can take anywhere from one or two years to three or four years, or even five, six, seven or eight years."

"The difference between me and Xie Zhan is that I planted for three or four years and finally borne fruit, while Xie Zhan didn't even have any fruit trees. At most, he just wanted to plant a tree."

Qin Yizhen was cautious and didn't want to cause trouble for others. When she suddenly learned that Xie Zhan, such a good person, might have had his marriage ruined because of her, she felt a little guilty.

But now, hearing Cheng Yan's analogy, I felt it made sense, and I almost burst out laughing.