They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

All that could be heard were her rapid breathing and the rhythmic up-and-down movements, which were especially noticeable in the quiet night. It was Sima Lingchuan who had taken the initiative first. He was venting his emotions in frustration, biting every inch of her skin until he finally had no strength left.

He leaned against the pillow and looked at Wu Ziyan, pouring out his grievances and telling her about his torment and sadness these past few days. Wu Ziyan stroked his hair, smelling the comforting fragrance on it. She gently pinched his nose and said, "You, you, I'm so sorry, Lingchuan, for making you bear so much."

"It is I, Ziyan. Please forgive me for being so willful tonight. It won't happen again." His eyes were still sparkling, as if one look at them would melt your heart.

Wu Ziyan placed her finger on his lips: "As long as the door is closed, we are equal, without worldly constraints, but once we step out, we still have to revert to our worldly ways."

Sima Lingchuan slept very soundly that night. The next morning, Wu Ziyan walked out of the room again, supporting her back. Mo Baiyun suddenly rushed out from the door: "Good morning, Master! Young Master Fang has come to visit."

Wu Ziyan was startled and blinked hard before finally saying weakly, "Let him wait in the living room."

Mo Baiyun hesitated, looking troubled, and said, "Actually, Young Master Fang came to see Master Sima."

"Then let him wait in the living room. No one is allowed to disturb Lingchuan today, understand?"

"Yes, Master. It looks like you were exhausted last night."

"Little brat, is there anything else in your head? All you do all day is talk about this!" Wu Ziyan pinched Mo Baiyun's cheek.

Mo Baiyun tilted her head and shouted, "It hurts!" [My mind is filled with thoughts of you, Master.]

Wu Ziyan then let go, and Mo Baiyun kissed Wu Ziyan on the cheek before running quickly toward the living room. Ever since that incident, he had become increasingly unruly, and Wu Ziyan simply couldn't do anything about him.

She stretched in the courtyard. The weather was very clear today, without a single cloud in the sky, just like the weather when she first met Sima Lingchuan. She took a few deep breaths and then heard some sounds.

"No! Young Master Fang, the master is still resting, you can't..." Mo Baiyun stopped him in the corridor.

Wu Ziyan pouted. They really never stop for a moment. Perhaps Sima Lingchuan heard the noise in the room as well. He put on a coat, opened the door, and looked outside, still sleepy.

At the same time, she was in pain all over her body, and there were red marks on her neck. Fang Yuerong was also sharp-eyed. She dodged Mo Baiyun's interception and rushed towards this side.

"Lingchuan, are you alright? I heard you were sick." Fang Yuerong took Sima Lingchuan's hand. Wu Ziyan was puzzled as to why the two of them had become so close.

"It's alright, it's alright, Yue Rong, you don't need to worry about me."

Only then did Fang Yuerong take a serious look at Sima Lingchuan's appearance, covering her mouth and secretly laughing. Sima Lingchuan looked down at himself, blushed, and slammed the door shut.

"Are you really treating me like I don't exist, my partner?" Wu Ziyan frowned, unsure of what expression to use to face him.

"Fourth Prince, what did you do to Lingchuan last night? Tsk tsk tsk." Fang Yuerong circled around Wu Ziyan, scrutinizing her. Her behavior was nothing like that of an unmarried man; this was the behavior of a man who was used to the business world!

Wu Ziyan pointed at his forehead with her finger and pushed him aside, saying, "How can you young ladies be so shameless!"

Then Wu Ziyan knocked on the door: "Lingchuan, may I come in?"

"Let Xiaoyun come in." He was a little shy inside, not quite comfortable facing Wu Ziyan.

Mo Baiyun made a face at Wu Ziyan and stuck out his tongue. Then he went in and closed the door in one smooth motion. When Mo Baiyun went in, he saw that Sima Lingchuan was facing away from him, and there were some red marks on his silky skin.

"Master, dress a little brighter today. Your previous outfits were all too plain." Although he liked Wu Ziyan, he also liked this master.

"Okay, Xiaoyun, please comb my hair."

Mo Baiyun remained silent, helping Sima Lingchuan comb her hair and put on her clothes, but she still wore her usual blue robes and ebony hairpin.

Mo Baiyun looked at Sima Lingchuan in the mirror and said, "Master, you look exceptionally beautiful today."

Hearing the praise, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Xiao Yun'er, let's go out."

As soon as Wu Ziyan stepped out the door, his eyes lit up. He didn't know why, even though he was the same as before, he was exceptionally dazzling today. Perhaps it was because there was a light in his eyes.

"How beautiful, Lingchuan!" Fang Yuerong praised without any reservation.

Wu Ziyan nodded, and then they went to the front hall together for breakfast.

During breakfast, Mo Baiyun reported some things: "Master, Young Master Situ went to the Crown Prince's residence and has not returned. Young Master Han also returned to his residence early this morning. Young Master Changsun has also returned to his residence. Only Young Master Huang is staying in the detached courtyard. Should we bring him to the main residence?"

"Let's connect to the government office later."

"Wait a minute, are all these young masters the ones you've been flirting with? Our Lingchuan is so pitiful," Fang Yuerong said while drinking soy milk.

Wu Ziyan stared at him with cold eyes, as if to say, "Say one more word and get out." Sima Lingchuan, on the other hand, kept smiling and said, "Yuerong, Ziyan has her own plans."

"Oh? Lingchuan, you're so magnanimous. If I were to marry into this family, you wouldn't mind?"

It was originally a joke, but Sima Lingchuan paused, looking at Fang Yuerong with a complex expression, definitely not one of hatred or jealousy. He then tentatively asked, "Do you like Ziyan?"

Sima Lingchuan's thought process seemed a bit different from others. Wu Ziyan also wondered what he would say. Fang Yuerong stared at Sima Lingchuan for a while and then shook her head: "Lingchuan, you're too kind. You'll get hurt if you do that."

Mo Baiyun nodded in agreement, as did Wu Ziyan, which made Sima Lingchuan a little embarrassed.

On the other side, in the familiar reception hall, Sima Zongcheng sat, while a person dressed in Xiao Rong Kingdom attire sat on the other side, and some people in black stood to the side.

"Prime Minister Sima, why have you been placed under house arrest? What will happen to our upcoming transaction?!"

"The deal will proceed as planned, but this time I was really careless."

"I heard that it was that insignificant fourth princess who set a trap for us."

"My affairs are none of your concern."

"We certainly don't want to concern ourselves with the Prime Minister's affairs, but since it has affected the transaction, we will naturally lend him a hand."

Sima Zongcheng didn't speak, but whispered a few words to the man in black beside him, and soon several boxes of gold were brought out and placed in the hall.

After the people from the small Rong Kingdom received the money, they left, all dressed in a very low-key manner. As they left, the leader, named Lu Aza, whispered a few words to a few people dressed in black, and they all obeyed and dispersed.

After the meal, Wu Ziyan pulled Sima Lingchuan aside and told the people in the mansion that they were going out to digest their food, leaving everyone in the mansion behind before running out.