Now I really have to marry the princess.

At this moment, the first evening drum sounded, and Su Hongyi was lying quietly on the eaves, her night clothes blending into the night.

She stared at the brightly lit windows below, her brows gradually furrowing.

Judging from the hurried manner in which the courtesan Zhezhi and the four musicians left, something was clearly amiss!

Just then, a faint sound seemed to come from below.

That heavy sound!?

The various scenes described in the legendary scroll that she saw in Yang Langjun's study instantly flashed into Su Hongyi's mind.

Her face flushed, she listened intently. The rough voice was mixed with a woman's moans and the rustling of clothes.

Young Master Yang, he wouldn't...

But this afternoon, she received a secret letter instructing her to keep a close eye on Yang Langjun and prevent him from picking up Li Hui's bad habits.

But now, Yang Langjun...

Something's not right! There must be something fishy about this.

She then thought of the courtesan Tsugie who had left in a hurry earlier.

If Young Master Yang were to have a relationship with Lady Yingluo at this time, it would be considered an affair.

If someone were to stir things up behind the scenes, it would surely cause a huge uproar and ruin their reputation.

Thinking of this, Su Hongyi's brow twitched. Without further hesitation, she flipped over and landed lightly in the courtyard.

The door was ajar.

She slipped inside, but the room was empty.

The voice came from the inner room on the west side; it was Yang Langjun's voice, mixed with Yingluo Niangzi's soft murmurs.

Su Hongyi cursed under her breath as a vixen, then quickly stepped forward.

She reached out and lifted the gauze curtain.

At that very moment, a very faint powder rose from the curtain, almost invisible in the dim light.

Su Hongyi felt a strange smell pass by her nose, and before she could hold her breath, the smell had already entered her body.

Without giving it much thought, she slipped into the inner room.

The scene before her eyes stunned her instantly, and her cheeks flushed red.

On the mat, Yang Zhengdao and Yingluo were tearing at each other's clothes, their bodies entwined tightly.

Both of them had an abnormal color in their cheeks, were breathing heavily, and had glazed eyes.

Yingluo's dress had been torn open, revealing a section of her fair waist. At this moment, she was helplessly clinging to Yang Zhengdao's shoulder, her slender fingers gripping his back tightly.

Yang Zhengdao's outer robe was wide open, his inner clothes were in disarray, his chest was heaving violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, dripping down his chin and into Yingluo's neck.

They had clearly been drugged.

But it's not too late!

Su Hongyi's eyes narrowed, and she quickly stepped forward, raising her hand to deliver a sharp chop to Ying Hou's neck.

Sakura let out a muffled groan, then collapsed softly to one side, falling silent once more.

Su Hongyi bent down and pulled Yingluo away from Yang Zhengdao's arms.

Yang Zhengdao seemed oblivious, still instinctively searching for something in his confusion.

By sheer coincidence, his wildly waving arms ended up grabbing Su Hongyi's thigh.

Su Hongyi froze, then gasped in surprise.

Here we go again!

Her face, now burning with rage, flashed with shame and anger as she raised her hand, ready to deliver another chop to Yang Zhengdao.

Her hand froze in mid-air.

The next moment, all the strange and wonderful knowledge she had learned the night before uncontrollably popped into her mind.

Um... like this... or like that...

Her gaze unconsciously fell on Yang Zhengdao's handsome face.

He was panting heavily, his expression one of struggle, and he seemed unbearably hot.

Young Master Yang is in great pain!

Should I help him?

The moment this thought arose, it was like striking a spark, quickly and rapidly igniting Su Hongyi's entire being.

Her mind was in turmoil, and her breathing suddenly became erratic.

Why do I have to die!

At that moment, Yang Zhengdao shifted his body slightly.

Driven by his body, the tightly clenched hand also moved slightly.

That damned hand only moved up half an inch before hitting the wall.

"You!" Su Hongyi, who was already in a daze, was suddenly awakened.

But he was only lucid for a fleeting moment.

In that instant,

Her gaze involuntarily fell on Yang Zhengdao's face again; his eyebrows and eyes were handsome, and his nose was straight.

"You...you're so beautiful..."

She gave up, no longer trying to suppress the restlessness, and let it spread through her veins.

Wherever it went, every inch of skin became burning and sensitive.

Distracted, Su Hongyi thought of the first time she met him, when his smile was so warm, like that of an old friend she had known for many years.

He treated every maid in his household with kindness and never looked down on her; he treated every servant with utmost respect and never insulted her.

It seems that he never had any concept of master and servant hierarchy.

That night, when everyone was gathered around eating hot pot, he laughed so heartily and freely.

It was as if that kind of harmonious life, where there was no distinction between master and servant, was what he truly desired.

It was only a few days, but it will never be forgotten.

"Young Master, let me help you..."

Su Hongyi reached out and gently stroked Yang Zhengdao's face.

At that moment, she couldn't tell whether the powder had been inhaled into her body or had settled in her heart.

Her eyes began to glaze over, like a pool of spring water ruffled by the wind.

It landed on his slightly parted thin lips, on his bobbing Adam's apple, and on the muscular chest exposed beneath his open undershirt.

The burning powder left her mind in a fog, yet those strange and unusual pieces of knowledge remained remarkably clear.

She laughed foolishly; it was truly a strange thing.

That thing... I think it's like this, right?

Before she could think any further, a large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

The palm was burning hot.

She fell down following the force of that large hand.

The ties of the black night suit were ripped open, revealing a white undergarment.

His hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, but she completely forgot all that strange knowledge at that moment, and her mind felt completely blank.

The nearly full moon lit up.

The pure white light streamed in through the window.

At this moment, peach blossoms are in full bloom, crabapple blossoms are in full bloom, apricot blossoms are falling, and pear blossoms are in full bloom.

The shy moonlight hid behind the clouds, leaving only a room full of enchanting beauty.

Yang Zhengdao felt as if he were having a dream.

A dream he was forever immersed in, one he never wanted to wake from.

There's A-Wu, there's A-Liu, there's Nazha, there's Yingluo, and there's Su Hongyi...

In my dream, they wore colorful gauze dresses, their skirts swaying and revealing long stockings, some black and some white.

He pounced on it with a smile, but only managed to catch one.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Ah Zhi.

He was still hesitating, but his hands were behaving very honestly.

The next moment, he was beaming with joy.

He felt a secret sense of relief and joy, but unintentionally uttered it aloud in his murmured state: "Ah Zhi, you've finally grown up!"