The clingy concubine ran away, and the sickly prince lost control.

With a forceful pull, Pei Shiyuan pulled Luo Qingyan into his arms.

"We've been taking the medicine prescribed by the Jiang family doctor for a long time, let's try it out."

Luo Qingyan forcefully broke free of his wrist. Pei Shiyuan had gone mad; he was thinking about that matter even while on the march.

Clearly, her infertility hadn't improved, but Pei Shiyuan had recently been wanting to consummate their marriage, simply because he was lusting after her beauty.

"Your Highness, the physician from the Jiang family said that my infertility has not been cured."

"There's no set rule for pregnancy. Some people with irregular periods can still get pregnant, while others are healthy and have regular periods but still can't conceive. So you have to try to find out." Pei Shiyuan has been reading a lot of medical books lately, and the conclusion is that pregnancy and childbirth are quite mysterious.

Luo Qingyan was speechless. Pei Shiyuan was quite knowledgeable about women's affairs, and what he said made sense, but she didn't want to try the one in ten thousand possibility. She would rather make money steadily.

Before Luo Qingyan could speak again, Pei Shiyuan scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. His eyes were fixed on Luo Qingyan, making her shrink back in fear.

She had never realized that Pei Shiyuan had such affectionate eyes.

No, when men want it, they're more affectionate than dogs.

Don't let him fool you.

Besides, she really didn't want to get involved in the inner quarters of the Duke's mansion, where she would definitely live every day amidst the scheming and infighting among the wives and concubines.

Those days were filled with pain and torment.

"Your Highness, what if I get pregnant? It will be inconvenient for us to go on military campaigns," Luo Qingyan said with an awkward laugh. She had to back down, otherwise Pei Shiyuan would seem inhuman if he insisted.

"With me here, there will be no inconvenience."

At this moment, Pei Shiyuan's voice had become hoarse.

Luo Qingyan felt her skirt being tugged.

She struggled but was held down by Pei Shiyuan.

Pei Shiyuan was uneasy. Luo Qingyan was already self-sufficient, but she wasn't his woman yet. Who knew she might run off with someone else one day?

Or they might be tricked into going.

Anyway, it's better to follow him; it makes people feel more at ease.

Once Luo Qingyan becomes his woman, she will never have designs on anyone else.

He felt relieved, and with that thought, he quickened his pace, clumsily tying the sash into a tight knot.

Luo Qingyan was speechless, but her body stiffened with embarrassment, and the blood in her body began to rush.

She admitted that she had fallen for Pei Shiyuan; her body and mind couldn't lie. Only a little reason was struggling, and soon she ran out of strength and started sweating.

It’s over.

I really have to confess tonight.

In the desolate wilderness, everyone seemed to be sleeping soundly, undisturbed by anything. Only the full moon in the sky seemed to be shyly smiling at Luo Qingyan.

A night of pleasure.

They called for water seven times.

They didn't rest until dawn.

Luo Qingyan gave Pei Shiyuan a resentful look before falling into a deep sleep.

Is he a cow?

They've never seen the world.

Pei Shiyuan smiled contentedly, the bloodshot in his eyes still lingering. He gazed at Luo Qingyan's stunning sleeping face and brushed aside the wet strands of hair clinging to her fair cheeks.

Now he felt at ease. From now on, Luo Qingyan was his, and no one else could covet her.

Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.

The sky was bright.

In the valley not far away.

"Hahahahaha"

"Young master, your archery skills are excellent."

The attendants clapped and cheered beside Lin You.

Lin You casually placed the bow in the servant's hand, sat down, and drank tea: "There is a unique charm to be found in these mountains and forests."

"What you say is true, young master," the servant said obsequiously, holding up the bow. "The roasted rabbit will be even more delicious."

"Are the people behind following?" Lin You suddenly frowned.

The servant's face turned panicked: "Young master, they are women, they walk slowly, they won't arrive until this afternoon."

Seeing that the young master's face was flushed, he must have been pent up since no one served him last night.

"Tell them to hurry up," Lin You said impatiently.

The servants on one side were busy setting up a campfire to roast a wild rabbit.

A wisp of smoke rose from the valley shortly afterward.

"Your Highness, look." Yuan Qing pointed to the rising smoke, which was quite thick. Could it be a fire?

Autumn brings many fallen leaves and dry conditions, making forests prone to fire.

"Take a few people to take a look."

Pei Shiyuan gave the instructions.

Yuan Qing arrived with his men and found several people rolling on the ground with flames on their bodies.

Several servants were fanning a person with leafy branches.

In desperation, Yuan Qing ordered his soldiers to pour the water they had brought directly onto the men.

The flames around them were also extinguished.

Lin You?

Only then did they realize that the person rolling on the ground was Lin You, the son of the current prime minister.

"You dog servant, why are you taking so long to fetch water? Are you trying to burn me alive?"

Lin You brushed the leaves and dirt off his body and cursed.

The surroundings were completely silent.

"Young Master Shui has arrived." Lin You's attendant, who had gone to find Shui, had just returned.

What's going on? Lin You looked up and met Yuan Qing's sharp eyes: "Oh, Guard Yuan."

"Thank you for saving me."

Then it turned into a smiley face.

"Young Master Lin, what brings you to this remote mountain place?" Yuan Qing glanced at the burnt rabbit.

He was obviously there to catch up with the main army.

The Emperor sent him mainly to supervise Pei Shiyuan's operations, to prevent him from colluding with the Western Regions people, harming the interests of Dasheng, and fraudulently obtaining military merits.

"I asked my father for permission to come to the battlefield for training, and the Emperor granted my request." Lin You clasped his hands towards the sky to the upper left, looking confident.

Yuan Qing glanced at Lin You suspiciously, then led a group of wet, disheveled people, their eyebrows and sideburns singed by the fire, toward the camp.

Lin You entered the main tent and exchanged pleasantries with Pei Shiyuan for a while. Then he heard an announcement outside that a lot of people had arrived, saying they were Lin You's men.

"Your Highness, he is indeed one of my men." Lin You went out to greet him.

Pei Shiyuan could tell at a glance from the entrance of the main tent that the people who came in were all women and maids, and there were carts full of boxes of all sizes.

Lin You keeps saying he's here to gain experience, but what kind of experience is he going to gain?

Pei Shiyuan smiled and instructed Yuan Qing to send someone to keep an eye on things before turning back to his tent.

Lin You didn't continue the conversation with him, as he was busy with other things.

Inside the tent, Luo Qingyan folded a bright red bed sheet, put it into her bundle, and packed it away, her mind too busy to think about the madness of the previous night.

She was completely out of her mind, as if she were being controlled by something. Recalling the medical books she had read, it must be the oxytocin secreted during intercourse.

Now, even walking is excruciatingly painful for her.

Pei Shiyuan, after all, came from a prominent family and had seen plenty of beautiful women in the capital. How could he act as if he had never seen a woman before?

She felt like she had been given a jar of sugar water, and for half a month she didn't want to eat sugar anymore; she was so satisfied she was sick of it.

He was tidying up the bedding, lost in thought.

What should we do now?

Once the mistress enters the mansion, she will definitely hide in Kangning Pavilion and resolutely refuse to return to the Duke's Mansion.

That should be much better.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Shiyuan hugged her from behind, his fingers caressing her waist as if subconsciously, his breath brushing against her ear.

Pei Shiyuan's scent is so pleasant, like fresh grass, though a bit heavy.

Sensing something was wrong, Luo Qingyan became a little scared.

After a night of turmoil, she hasn't wanted to do it for ten days or half a month.