Marrying a treacherous official

Unable to respond to such blunt yet tender words, Cui Zemin turned his head to the side.

Yunji thought that the words were too abrupt and lacked any restraint. She lowered her head and put her hands into her wide sleeves with persimmon calyx patterns. He then leaned over, cupped her face, and asked for a deep kiss.

She was forced to back away, pushing him away repeatedly, saying:

"If the window is left open, outsiders will see it."

"Then you still dare to provoke me?"

Cui Zemin bit her beautiful red lips hard, grabbed her hand in a fit of rage, and dragged her out of the flower hall without a second thought.

Yunji hurried after him, her skirts fluttering as she walked through the winding corridors, and said to him reproachfully:

"Slow down, sir, why are you walking so fast?"

"Once you get back inside, Madam will know."

Cui Zemin led her forward with swift steps. After the maids and servants stepped aside, he grasped her slender waist and pulled her across the threshold.

A fleeting shadow passed before the maids and servants' eyes, and then the First Madam vanished without a trace.

Yunji was genuinely startled, and then he pulled her forward until he burst through the door of the main room and rushed inside. Before she could even stand up straight, he pinned her against the dressing table and kissed her passionately.

She heard the hurried footsteps of the maids rushing out and couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

The door closed slightly, blocking the slanting rays of the setting sun, and then a sudden tearing sound rang out.

Yunji gasped in pain as he bit her hard.

She slapped his back twice, but he didn't stop.

She then slapped his head again, and this time he stopped, only raising his bloodshot eyes to glare at her with resentment.

Anything said now would just be pretentious.

She sat in his lap, gently kissing his lips, her slender fingers touching his ear, stirring up waves of heat.

Cui Zemin let her kiss him tenderly, his hands still pounding her body, and when she could no longer hold her breath, he began to conquer her.

When Granny Kong learned that the master had brought the first wife into the main room, she immediately ordered the kitchen to boil water, ready to serve the first wife for bathing and changing.

She also asked Aunt Yu to make several southern dishes that the First Madam liked, and while handing over the menu, she also slipped a prescription into Aunt Yu's hand.

Aunt Yu took the prescription and looked at it carefully, then asked in confusion:

"What is this?"

"The reason why the late Madam passed down the method of conceiving was entrusted to me for safekeeping is so that the master can have children."

"Is it for the master, or for the mistress?"

Granny Kong, unable to contain her anger, slapped Aunt Yu's hand and said impatiently, "Give it to the master. Can the master bear children?"

Aunt Yu smiled apologetically at her:

"While that makes sense, given the First Madam's temperament, would she really drink this pregnancy-promoting soup?"

"I was unsure before, and I didn't dare to take out this pregnancy-preserving formula."

Granny Kong said with some concern, "Now that we see how much the First Madam loves the Master, it's time to use this prescription so that she can conceive the Master's child."

Aunt Yu: "Is this ancestral recipe effective or not? The First Madam's food is very precious. I mustn't let her drink this medicine and make her nauseous, or the Master will punish me later."

"What do you mean by 'spicy'? Where did this 'spicy' come from?"

Granny Kong angrily scolded Aunt Yu, "That's how the late Madam conceived the eldest master! You just don't know what's good for her. If the eldest Madam drinks this soup, she'll definitely give birth to the eldest grandson!"

Aunt Yu replied cheerfully, "Yes, yes, yes, thank you for your kind words, Madam. I'm sure the First Madam will soon be able to give the Marquis's mansion a son."

The sounds of the waves gradually subsided, leaving behind a lingering, enchanting atmosphere in the main room.

Yunji lay on the bed, letting Cui Zemin kiss her back softly.

She couldn't help but clutch the thin blanket beneath her, but his large hand reached out and enveloped hers, their fingers intertwining tightly.

"When will my husband return home after leading troops in battle in the Western Capital?"

"Return to Beijing within three years."

Cui Zemin couldn't give her a definite answer, not because annihilating the Northern Yan army would take so long, but because he was waiting for the best opportunity to return to the capital.

Yunji felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't help but complain:

"Three years is too long, I can't wait that long."

After Cui Zemin gave her a quick kiss on the back, he stopped kissing her.

"It won't take three years."

"How long was that?"

Yunji insisted on asking him when he would return.

Cui Zemin coaxed her in a low voice, "When Elder Ge seizes power in the court and wins over all the civil officials to the point that the emperor can no longer tolerate him and decides to check his power, he will summon me back to the capital."

He kissed her shoulder and said, "Haven't you considered coming with me to Xijing, Madam?"

Yun Ji decisively refused him, "I'm not going."

Not to mention that he will eventually return to the capital after this transfer, she would never entrust such a large operation as the Marquis's mansion to anyone else to manage. Besides, the Gu family is in the capital; what if she wanted to go back to her parents' home?

Cui Zemin wondered to himself why she was treating him so coldly, when he heard her say in a hoarse voice:

"My husband, I wish to have a child."

After asking this question, Yunji waited a long time for his response, then urged, "Should I or shouldn't you?"

After waiting a while, he still didn't speak. She became furious and turned around to demand an answer:

"You won't give it to me?"

Cui Zemin was so dazzled by the white figure in front of him that he felt a little dizzy.

Once Yunji was determined to conceive the eldest grandson of the Marquis's family, she had no reason to be reserved. She pushed him aside without using much force, and he fell onto the bed.

She pressed down on him, kissing his stubble and warning him repeatedly, "Don't move, sir. You must hold your ground and not fall into my trap."

How could Cui Zemin resist her seductive charm?

"Didn't I already give them all to you?"

"The past is the past, and the present is the present."

Yunji's hand roamed over his abs, biting his lip and saying brazenly, "If I don't give it to you, I don't give it to you. You can't go back on your word."

Cui Zemin was consumed by an inexplicable fire, and unable to control himself, he pinned her to the bed and bit her lip in retaliation.