Forcing me to become a concubine? Remarrying the Ninth Prince, she'll be pregnant all over the

The cold night seeped through the window, while the candles in the bedroom burned brightly.

The firelight flickered and swayed. Lin Wantang walked straight to the table, picked up the glass cup that was already filled with wine, and then walked towards Wei Wujiu: "This is the nuptial wine. My husband is not feeling well, so I will serve it for him."

As she finished speaking, she picked up a cup, tilted her head slightly, and was about to drink when she heard Wei Wujiu forcefully say, "No, you can't!"

"Although we've already had the proper betrothal and engagement ceremony,... the wedding day hasn't arrived yet, the rituals haven't been completed, the three bows haven't been performed, how can we... do this haphazardly!"

Wei Wujiu was immobilized by acupoints, but his hoarse voice carried an unusual air of unquestionable authority.

"I...I'm so sorry..."

He underestimated his willpower and couldn't withstand the effects of the poison in his body. He clung to her in the study and almost made a suggestive move!

Wei Wujiu felt ashamed and embarrassed. His cold face was tormented by the effects of the poison, and he was in great pain.

Lin Wantang paused for a moment, staring at him intently without saying a word. After a while, she picked up the cup in her hand, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then came the second cup.

"You! Lin Wantang!"

Wei Wujiu's voice was hoarse with anger.

What surprised him even more was that Lin Wantang not only ignored him, but she also put down the cup in her hand on the table and then walked over, loosening her belt as she went.

As the outer robe was removed, the inner garment was peeled away...

The sight of the spring curtains made Wei Wujiu instantly close his eyes.

His tightly closed eyes twitched, and a metallic taste seemed to rise in his throat as his blood surged: "What... what kind of behavior is this? Do you really have to be so angry?"

Wei Wujiu behaved inappropriately towards her in the study, but that was because he was poisoned. However, he regained his senses at the critical moment and restrained himself. He even forcibly acupunctured himself. Wasn't that enough?

As for why she had to demean herself like this and do all this!

"Where do you place yourself, Lin Wantang!"

Lin Wantang listened to his stern rebuke, for this was the first time Wei Wujiu had ever been so angry with her since they met.

She walked up to him and said, "I'm not angry, nor am I being unreasonable or throwing a tantrum."

"Governor, I only ask you this: regardless of the reason, if we make love tonight, will you turn your back on us and refuse to acknowledge our marriage, even if it's on the eighth day of the third month?"

"Absolutely not..."

Before Wei Wujiu could finish his agitated words, Lin Wantang reached out and gently lifted his cheek, continuing softly, "That's it. With the Emperor's decree and the betrothal ceremony, the marriage is a done deal."

"This bridal chamber..." she said, glancing around at the roughly decorated festive scene. She smiled, "It's a bit simple, and a bit early, but what's wrong with that?"

When Lin Wantang entrusted Jiang Fulu with arranging the bedroom, he had already instructed him to keep everyone's mouths shut. In addition, the people Chen Tingxuan was serving were all veterans of Jingyuan, and each one of them was carefully selected and trusted by Wei Wujiu.

As long as the rumors don't get out and the servants don't look at her with strange eyes, Lin Wantang won't lose her dignity as the future mistress of the house.

Without these assurances, she wouldn't have acted so recklessly.

Wei Wujiu's breathing became heavy. Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting hers with eyes as deep and misty as a still pool. His brows furrowed. "Your thinking...aren't you afraid I'll betray you in the future?"

Lin Wantang laughed out loud, but the laughter that seeped into her eyes made her eyes even clearer and brighter: "Human hearts are fickle, and a lifetime is too long. But throughout history, what has revealed true hearts has never been a woman's chastity."

It is about treating others with sincerity and empathy.

It is the tacit understanding and trust of mutual support.

It was a youthful, mutual affection that led them through thick and thin, and they remained steadfast in their commitment to each other for many years.

"To put it bluntly, the Governor has made great achievements, which benefit the present and all the people. However, a kind heart cannot lead an army, and a benevolent heart cannot govern a country. The Governor is by no means a good person. I, Lin Wantang, dare not say that I am no less than him, but I am not an ignorant woman or child. If one day the Governor changes his mind and becomes heartless, Wantang will not complain or regret it, and will not shirk his responsibility."

These words seem tactful, but they actually mean one thing: Wei Wujiu, you don't have to be a good person, even if you've wronged everyone, Lin Wantang doesn't care, but you have to figure out what kind of person she is.

She values ​​relationships, but she also values ​​self-interest. She will hold onto everything she has tightly and always remember the honor and disgrace of the Lin family behind her. If Wei Wujiu betrays her, she will not care and will not blame him.

But if he dares to do the first thing, she can do the fifteenth.

If he's unkind, then don't blame her for being unjust.

"Courtesy before force, and winning people over with virtue" has always been Lin Wantang's guiding principle in life and dealing with others.

Upon hearing this, Wei Wujiu couldn't help but smile; it was a genuine laugh.

How could he underestimate her? She was the eldest daughter of a prestigious family, raised in the Lin clan and inheriting their family traditions. She was a golden branch and jade leaf, yet she was also taught and disciplined by her family.

Such a woman's integrity can never be dishonored or trampled upon by anything.

Lin Wantang smiled, but taking advantage of Wei Wujiu's momentary lapse in concentration, she turned her hand to touch his back, and with a flick of her fingertips, released the sealed acupoints.

"But then again, I trust the Commander." She leaned in and nestled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his. "The Commander is a very good person. I'm sure I made the right choice in my husband."

"Even if we take a step back, I still have my father, elder brothers, and younger brothers at home. If the governor dares to mistreat me, they will definitely be the first to stand up for me and help me."

Wei Wujiu chuckled softly, suppressing the overwhelming surge of poison and seductive allure emanating from him. His willpower was nearly broken: "You've said everything you wanted to say. Now... I'll ask you one last time, are you really..."

"I do."

Lin Wantang raised her hand to block his lips, interrupting his words. After a moment of deep eye contact, she moved her hand away and kissed him as if offering herself as a sacrifice.

Wei Wujiu stiffened, then succumbed to the effects of the poison within him, gripping her hand tightly and pressing her down against him. He heard her say shyly, "No need to hold back, my husband..."

The word "husband" extinguished the last vestiges of consciousness in his mind.

The candlelight flickers gently, casting lingering, tender shadows...

The snow that had fallen all night finally cleared as dawn broke.

When Lin Wantang slowly woke up, not only was there no one beside her, but the sun was already high in the sky.

She sensed that the time had passed, and was still worried about the poison Wei Wujiu had been poisoned and the unknown condition of her father in the Grand Tutor's mansion. Just as she was about to get up, her whole body ached as if her bones and tendons had been broken, and the discomfort made her involuntarily hiss.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

A deep, resonant voice suddenly came through.

Then the bed curtains were lifted, and Wei Wujiu put down the porcelain cup he had brought, turning to sit beside the couch. "Where is it? Let me rub it for you, is it...where?"

A seemingly ordinary statement has revealed a barbaric and treacherous tone.