After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

The next day.

No matter how good the Xie Mansion in Chen County is, I can't stay there for too long, and I finally have to set off back to Yunjing.

Xie Yunji nodded slightly, responding gently to the reluctant farewell of the relatives from the Xie Mansion in Chen County. His pale face had a gentle expression and a faint smile.

Although he did not make it public, there was still a constant stream of people coming to see him off, including cousins, poor scholars who had received his kindness, and even childhood playmates whom he had long since forgotten.

He was surrounded in the middle, always with a faint smile on his face, and patiently said goodbye to them one by one.

The wind suddenly became stronger, and he covered his mouth and nose and coughed a few times. The people who came to see him off finally let him go.

Song Nihuan was sitting in the carriage. She had said goodbye to all the ladies in the mansion the day before departure. These days in Chen County were actually the most relaxing time she had had in all these years.

All those past illnesses seemed to have temporarily faded away due to the change in environment.

She glanced at him sideways. Xie Yunji was wearing much thicker clothes than last winter. She knew it was because he blocked the fatal knife for her.

A delicate tenderness surged in her heart, and she squeezed his hand under her robe, "What are you thinking about?"

He looked at her and smiled. She was wearing a scarlet cloak today, and the snow-white fox fur made her look as beautiful as a peach.

Just like the first time he saw her, a throbbing sensation exploded in his heart.

But later, for some reason, after she came to be with him, she no longer wore brightly colored dresses.

"It looks good in this outfit." He was generous with his compliments.

Song Nihuan: "Do you like it?"

"of course."

"Then why do you always dress so lightly? The people in Xie's house dress the same way, even the maids' clothes are light blue." She couldn't help but ask.

Xie Yunji frowned, wondering how to explain it to her. Aristocratic families like theirs believed in not showing their emotions on their faces, and in nurturing their inner energy. Naturally, they did not like strong, flashy colors in their clothing that revealed their emotions.

The main theme is elegance and tranquility.

But that doesn't mean he likes it.

"I thought you liked this..." She suddenly realized and muttered, "So I was just worrying about nothing?"

Xie Yunji also suddenly realized what was going on. His heart softened, and he couldn't help but kiss her on the cheek, "Do women dress up to please themselves?"

"Ni Huan, who are you pleasing?" His voice was as gentle as water.

She looked at her husband's charming eyes and her face suddenly turned red.

She always blushed when he looked at her like this.

Xie Yunji looked at her shy appearance and recalled the time when she first came to Xie Mansion. At that time, he completely ignored the uneasiness in her heart.

At that time, he just thought it was very fun to tease her, but now thinking about it, his heart is filled with pity.

He lowered his head and kissed her gently, softly and passionately.

In between kisses, he was eager to tell her, "You don't have to wear those... colors. I like you no matter what you are."

She nodded and responded to him gently.

"I was too abrupt that time in the carriage. Does it still hurt?" he said.

Knowing what he was talking about, Song Nihuan's face flushed, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He was also brought back to the embarrassment of that day. He obviously loved her, but he didn't know how to express his love, which hurt her.

Hearing her say that it didn't hurt anymore, his heart softened. He held her on his legs, as if he wanted to embed her into his body and bury his head in her soft hair.

"Molan and I did nothing," he said.

Song Nihuan's eyes trembled, and there was an indescribable emotion in her heart. The sour feeling that had been suppressed in her chest for a long time subsided a little.

How could she not care?

But why should she care? She had no children. Everyone thought that Xie Yunji was a good husband for not taking a concubine and only keeping a maid. Many young women gave birth to children, and their husbands still had three wives and four concubines.

If she was jealous or refused, she would be severely criticized.

She could only grit her teeth and swallow it.

Xie Yunji never stopped kissing her and held her delicate body tightly. It had been a long time since he had been so close to her. With her soft body in his arms, he was about to lose control.

Song Nihuan's jade-like neck and chest were covered with shallow red marks. She was a little breathless from his kiss and murmured in a broken voice, "Really?"

She looked at him, her beautiful eyes moist, pitiful yet charming and alluring.

Xie Yunji's fingers gently stroked the marks he left, and he looked into her eyes seriously: "Really, I only want you. What about you, do you care about me? Is it only me in your heart?"

She nodded slightly.

He picked her up and straightened her up, and kissed her like a hurricane, wanton and crazy. "Go back, and I'll marry Molan off."

She pressed against his chest, "What do you mean by marriage? Who are you going to marry Molan to?"

"It doesn't matter who you marry. I don't want to make you unhappy."

He wanted to kiss her again, but she dodged him.

"You know about Molan's affairs. Who else can she marry? Since you have nothing to do with her, let her stay in the Xie Mansion, use her and give her respect." Song Nihuan said.

"Okay." His voice was gentle and low, and his warm lips blocked hers. "Don't talk about this. There are more important things to do now..."

He looked at her drooping eyelashes and plump red lips, she was so beautiful that it was shocking.

Song Nihuan held her breath.

He was strong, lingering and focused, "Let me make it up to you...be gentle this time."

I don't know if it was the wind or something, but the carriage shook and the bells on the eaves jingled.

She was so shy that she trembled uncontrollably. "Everyone says that Master Xie is elegant, noble, and polite. Why is he behaving like this now?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly and violently threw her into an invisible abyss.

Her cheeks flushed and an unbearable moan escaped from her throat.

Xie Yunji bit her earlobe and tightened his hand around her waist, "It's just that you love me... you can't control your feelings."

He was telling the truth. If he could control his emotions, things wouldn't have come to this point.

He always treated her well despite knowing it was impossible.

Her body was limp and she lost all her strength, she was full of seductiveness, "I hate you!"

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips. She said she hated him, but he didn't agree at all.

It's obvious that I like it.

It's great that she likes him.

At the last moment, the corners of his eyes were tinged with a thin layer of red, forcing her to look up at him: "Ni Huan, look at me."

"who am I?"

His breathing became disordered, and she was so tense that she couldn't think at all.

He stirred the ripples wantonly. She looked at Xie Yunji absentmindedly. She saw the pain of a desperate attempt in his eyes, as well as the deep affection that was enough to make her indulge...

The violent storm poured down on the delicate flower, and her mind was blank. She held his hand back, tightly interlocked her fingers with his, and murmured, "It's my husband..."

His frown relaxed and he held her tightly in his arms, "You are mine, Ni Huan, I have always loved you."

Her heart was beating fast and the beating did not slow down as her sexual desire was satisfied. His sweet words always made her blush and her heart beat fast.

The tall and handsome Mr. Xie is almost irresistible when he speaks love words.

She loved to hear it, so he only said it to her.

Thinking of this, Song Nihuan hugged him tightly.

Xie Yunji's breathing calmed down and he gently stroked her soft long hair. He really liked this charming atmosphere.

It would be great if all the troubles in Yunjing could be put behind us.

He helped her put on her clothes. Her cheeks were flushed, as beautiful as a peach, and she had a charming look.

"The emperor has finally appointed a crown prince," he said.

Song Nihuan nodded, "I heard that the Grand Prince was established, right?"

"Yeah." He responded lazily.

During the days in Chenjun, he would tell her about official affairs. Chenjun was far away from Yunjing, so talking about the royal family's affairs here seemed like telling a story.

She loved listening to him talk.

"The emperor has no legitimate son. Your Highness is the eldest son. It is orthodox etiquette to make the eldest son the crown prince," he said.

Song Nihuan already knew the current camps in the Dazhao officialdom from Xie Yunji's narration, and worriedly asked, "What will happen to the Sixth Prince? Will he be willing?"

A trace of haze flashed across Xie Yunji's eyes, and his handsome features were half bright and half dark. He was silent for a moment, then held her hand back, "Don't worry."