Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

Lin Zhiyao's eyes were red and wet, and she unconsciously tightened her body.

Shen Jin's palm slid down her side, his fingertips hooking around her soft, pink thighs.

……

The mirror reflected Lin Zhiyao's soft features, partially obscured by layers of thin silk.

Lin Zhiyao exclaimed "Ah!" and reached out to pull at the thin silk to cover herself, but Shen Jin pressed down on her wrist first.

"What are you blocking?" Shen Jin rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath brushing behind her ear, his fox-like eyes staring intently at her in the mirror like a snake. "Let Yao Yao see for herself how well I love her."

When Lin Zhiyao met his gaze, her entire face immediately turned bright red.

Her eyelashes trembled.

"Well……"

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, lowered her thick eyelashes, and dared not look again.

Shen Jin's breath was burning hot.

The skin behind Lin Zhiyao's ear, enveloped by his breath, instantly revealed a striking pink hue. Shen Jin saw it...

Soft and tender skin.

…………

Lin Zhiyao's toes trembled slightly from the kiss, and her pink toes curled up.

The study was filled with the soft, continuous sounds of kissing, their intertwined breaths growing increasingly rapid. Shen Jin, beside Lin Zhiyao, held her close and kissed her for a few moments, but then felt it wasn't enough.

……

The candlelight in the study wasn't very bright, so the reflection in the mirror flickered, making it difficult to see clearly.

But Shen Jin could clearly feel that he could also hear what was below him.

…………

……

(2 words omitted here)

Prosperity, Democracy, Civility, and Harmony

……

Lin Zhiyao's face was flushed, her eyelashes trembled wetly, and her lips glistened with moisture.

Her reflection in the mirror was breathtaking. Shen Jin looked up at her in the mirror; she was lying on her side in front of him…

This incredibly erotic scene made Shen Jin even more envious.

"Yao Yao..." Shen Jin's voice was terribly hoarse. He bit her neck with his lips, his breath hot, his voice like a viper's tongue in Lin Zhiyao's ear, wet, cold and sticky, yet she could not escape.

With a soft chuckle, she said, "Yaoyao, you were born to be on this bed by me, the Empress..."

This was the last thing Lin Zhiyao heard before she lost consciousness.

*

The next day, Lin Zhiyao woke up in the hot spring. The hot spring was filled with steam, and when she woke up, her whole body was sore and weak, as if she had been crushed by a boulder, and she felt exhausted to the core.

In a daze, Lin Zhiyao felt someone gently wiping her shoulder with a soft silk cloth, the movement very light, sliding down her arm one stroke at a time.

"Well……"

Lin Zhiyao thought it was Shen Jin and subconsciously shrank back. She suddenly opened her eyes and met Qing Wu's round face.

Qingwu, holding a damp silk cloth in her hand, was squatting by the pool washing her shoulders. When she saw that she was awake, she stopped what she was doing: "Miss, you broke out in a sweat again in your midday dream. Before the Ninth Prince left, he instructed me to clean you up."

Lin Zhiyao's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and she pursed her dry lips: "...What time is it?" She realized her voice was terribly hoarse as soon as she spoke.

"Miss, it's already past 5:45 PM, almost nightfall." Qingwu put the soft silk back into the water to wet it again. "Please wash quickly, or you'll catch a cold if the water gets cold."

Last night's memories rose up with the heat, blurry yet burning hot.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lower lip, crossed her arms to cover herself, and held her shoulders, where there were still a few faint red finger marks.

She sank deeper into the pool; the hot water reached above her collarbone, leaving only her head above the surface.

Qingwu seemed not to see it, and handed over the soft silk with her eyes down. Lin Zhiyao took it and slowly washed it under the water.

When I raised my arm, it was so sore and weak that I almost lost all strength. My knuckles felt loose, and I even had trouble gripping the silk cloth.

Qingwu stood up, took a dry towel from the shelf next to her and draped it over her arm. "Miss, the Ninth Prince left the manor this afternoon. He left a message saying that he would be back later and asked you to have your meal first, without waiting for him."

Lin Zhiyao soaked the handkerchief in hot water and wrung it out. "...Where did he go?"

"This servant does not know." Qingwu shook her head. "She only took two guards with her and did not say where she was going."

Lin Zhiyao stopped asking questions, dried herself off, and stood up, supporting herself against the pool wall.

Water slid off her shoulder with a splash, spreading across the empty hot spring.

Her skin was as white as snow, and now, with a thin layer of powder from the steaming hot spring floating on top, it looked even more beautiful.

Qingwu was stunned for a moment.

Lin Zhiyao's bare feet made a "pat-pat" sound as she walked on the cobblestone ground.

Water droplets trickled down her fair legs. Only then did Qingwu realize what was happening and immediately stepped forward to wrap Lin Zhiyao in a dry towel.

Wrapped in the dry, warm cotton, Lin Zhiyao felt as if she had fallen back into reality from a dream. Her legs were still weak, and she was unsteady on her feet.

Qingwu then casually nudged her with her elbow, saying, "Miss, please follow me. The place to change clothes is over there."

"Before leaving, the Ninth Prince specially ordered someone to send over a new dress, saying that it was specially chosen by the Prince and that Miss would like it."

Qingwu first took a clean, lotus-colored nightgown and draped it over her, covering her still damp, pale skin, and deftly tied the waistband with his fingers.

The new undergarment is made of soft, light fabric that clings to the body and feels cool to the touch.

Lin Zhiyao still seemed somewhat dazed.

Then, someone pushed a coat rack in from outside.

The new dress was made of a very deep ink blue fabric, but the neckline was high, overlapping to the base of the neck, the sleeves were long, tapering to the wrists, and the skirt trailed on the ground. Only two silver lotus branches were embroidered on the side of the waist.

It was plain and covered up completely, but it looked even tighter at the waist than the fitted dress from yesterday.

Lin Zhiyao paused for a moment, then raised her hand and gently touched the silver thread embroidery with her fingertips.

The dress in front of her was quite to her liking; the color was fresh and clean, and it wasn't revealing at all. It was definitely a style she liked. If she had seen it in a ready-made clothing store, she might have actually bought it.

Lin Zhiyao lowered her eyelashes, wondering how Shen Jin had learned of her preferences.

In addition, perhaps fearing she might be hungry, several plates of refreshing and light side dishes were brought in from outside, including a dish of pickled plums, the plum flesh soaked in amber-colored marinade, with a small celadon dish placed next to it.

"Miss, His Majesty still remembers that you like these salted plums, so he specially ordered them to be prepared."

Lin Zhiyao pursed her lips and did not respond.

Qingwu stepped forward, helped her put on her dress, tied the thin belt around her waist, stepped back half a step to examine her for a moment, and whispered, "Miss, you look much better."

Lin Zhiyao turned her head and glanced at the bronze mirror. The woman in the mirror had her long hair half-wet and draped over her shoulders. Her cheeks did have more color than yesterday. Although her lips were still slightly swollen, after a night, she at least didn't look so disheveled.

She thought of Shen Jin saying he would be back late, and that he might not come back at all. She felt a little relieved, and her eyebrows and eyes relaxed and became more lively.