After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Helian Yue leaned over, hooked his hands around her neck and whispered something obscene in her ear.

"Now that you are poisoned, the only way to help you is to kill you."

Although Zhou Wantang was an unmarried lady, she was not a fool who knew nothing. What she said was about sexual intercourse between men and women.

She had such a notebook at home, which she bought secretly when she was out. Every time she read it accidentally, her face would blush and her heart would beat fast. She wanted to close it and throw it away, but she couldn't hide her curiosity, so she concealed her shame and read on.

She understood it after seeing it many times, but she still pretended to be ignorant in front of others. Now, hearing Helian Yue's bold and explicit words, her heart was pounding and her face was flushed with shame.

"Brother Yue, you have no shame—"

Zhou Wantang gently hit his chest with her small hands, but her strength was so weak that it seemed like she was flirting with someone.

Helian Yue's body pressed down on her, and she subconsciously dodged, feeling shy and expectant. However, the etiquette of the aristocratic family was still deeply imprinted in her mind, so she did not dare to step rashly into that unknown territory.

Faced with the unknown, she was panicked and even more afraid.

"I know it's not the right time to ask you for it now, and it would be an offense to you. My original intention was to save this beauty for our wedding night. If you don't want to, just pretend I didn't mention it."

Helian Yue said this, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all. The hand on her slender waist twisted deeper, and then reached into her clothes and groped around randomly, making her whole body a mess and trembling violently.

Because the drug was too potent and the strength he used was so skillful and terrifying, Zhou Wantang, an unmarried girl, could not resist at all.

She kept sobbing, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, and then she became dizzy and her face turned red, as if she was ripe and tender.

"Brother Yue, don't go. I, I am willing—"

Zhou Wantang no longer had the energy to think. Hearing those words, he looked anxious and moved closer to him softly, with his legs wrapped around him in an obvious invitation.

This was exactly what Helian Yue wanted. He kept his hands moving but said, "Tang'er, please forgive me for offending you."

Although Helian Yue did not have a principal wife, he was assigned several maids to sleep with him early on. He was always involved in such matters, so he was naturally skilled in it and had a lot of experience.

Seeing that Zhou Wantang had let go, he pounced on her like a wolf seeing a bone. Without even wanting to take a few steps, he pushed her against the door. The door trembled, pressing against the two overlapping figures.

"Hmm~"

Zhou Wantang felt pain and a chill all over her body. She had no idea when her brocade dress had been torn off to her waist, revealing a small dress embroidered with spring begonias, which made her dress look even whiter and more lustrous.

Helian Yue's eyes became more and more like those of jackals and tigers, and his actions became even more rude, with none of his usual kindness and gentleness. He was like a ferocious wolf eating flesh and bones, his impatient and dissolute nature exposed.

"Brother Yue, stop tearing it. How am I going to get back later?" Zhou Wantang was tossed around so hard that he was trembling all over. It hurt, but there was still a numbness going straight to the top of his head.

Suddenly she regained her senses and anxiously grabbed his big hand that he was about to tear apart.

"Just change your clothes."

Helian Yue hooked the laces of her undershirt and buried his whole body in the crook of her neck. The warm breath instantly hit her face, and when the rapid kiss rolled down, he gently pulled the laces.

Zhou Wantang screamed and tried to cover her face with her hands, but he grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head. She couldn't help but struggle, but it was in vain.

Helian Yue held her slender waist and tossed her over and over, not caring at all that they were still in a side hall in the palace.

Because this was the most remote palace in the Imperial Garden, the voices of the two were not suppressed at all, but instead they shouted more and more freely.

Wen Ranyan sat on the glazed eaves, watching the live spring scene in the hall with boredom.

He was too lazy to even go to the couch and just acted unrestrainedly against the red door, not really afraid of being seen.

The thin crepe in the hall was half hanging and half rolled up, and incense was burning in a bronze censer. When the smoke lingered, the two entangled figures had already collapsed.

The occasional chirping of cicadas and the creaking of soft couches echoed throughout the hall.

Wen Ranyan watched the events in the palace thoughtfully. Zhou Wantang and Helian Yue were so familiar with each other that they might have had some private interactions a long time ago, or even decided to be together for life.

But Zhou Wantang was the second legitimate daughter who was loved by the family, and her status was even higher than that of the eldest legitimate daughter Zhou Xuzhi. There was no reason to let Zhou Xuzhi enter the palace to dance for the selection of queen, while letting the family's favorite child have a private meeting with Prince Yongqing who was stationed in Liangzhou.

No matter how you look at it, Liangzhou is a bitterly cold place. Whether I can return to the capital depends on your Majesty's wishes. If the new emperor had not ascended the throne and made great achievements throughout the world, I'm afraid Helian Yue would still be suffering in the wind, frost, dew and snow in Liangzhou.

Zhou Wantang is on good terms with him. Could it be that in the future he will go to Liangzhou with him to enjoy the wind and watch the snow?

Even if she did it voluntarily, without the support of her family, how could she, a young lady in the boudoir, dare to act so recklessly, let alone give up her virginity?

There must be many tricks hidden in this matter. Helian Yue might have made some verbal promises to Duke Zhou, which led to the close personal relationship between the two parties. With the help of the empress dowager of Shou'an Palace, they became like-minded and hit it off immediately.

Perhaps what was promised to her was the position of queen.

Wen Ranyan thought a lot at once, and his thoughts were extremely bold.

"Brother Yue, I am yours now, you must treat me well from now on."

"nature."

The thin and dense sound was heard again, causing the bright moon to shyly retreat into the clouds.

Wen Ranyan stayed on the eaves for a while, but did not hear any sound in the imperial garden, nor did she see anyone coming over here to disrupt the good deeds being done in the side hall.

But Zhou Xuzhi went to so much trouble, passing notes and putting drugs in the cups, instead of looking for someone to ruin their plans and embarrass them. Could it be that he was just too kind-hearted and wanted to fulfill their love?

Or maybe Zhou Xuzhi just wanted to lure her here to hint to her that the Duke's Mansion had close ties with Prince Yongqing and seemed to have other plans.

If this is true, she is trying to show goodwill and remove herself from the matter. She even has the intention of sacrificing her own relatives for the sake of justice. She is a person with strong opinions and foresight.

There was a layer of dark color in Wen Ranyan's eyes. She slightly curled the corners of her lips and glanced down from the eaves. Then she brushed the wrinkles on her skirt and walked away quietly.

Leaving the Imperial Garden and walking into the corridor, the ground is paved with blue bricks with rosin patterns. At the winding road, a pavilion stands among clusters of flowers and lush trees.

In the bright moonlight, there was a figure standing in the pavilion, with a slender figure and graceful manners.

Zhou Xuzhi, who was supposed to be at the banquet, was waiting here, which further verified Wen Ranyan's guess.

Wen Ranyan pretended not to see it and deliberately walked around the pavilion and tried to leave.

"Ma'am, stay."

Zhou Huizhi spoke up at the right time and called her.

"I don't think we are close enough to have a full conversation in the middle of the night." Wen Ranyan looked back, her voice full of smile and tenderness.

She stood there under the night breeze, her skirts fluttering in the wind, petals flying into her hair, and there seemed to be a bewitching light rising and falling in her eyes, captivating people's soul, tempting her to reveal her cards step by step.

It was as if it was a silent game, even the night wind seemed to be still.

Zhou Weizhi concentrated for a moment, and sure enough, he moved again, "Looking at the direction my wife is heading, she should be coming from the Imperial Garden."