For Sang Yao, just hearing about something was just that—she was excited for a moment, then calmed down.

These kinds of words only felt the best the first time you heard them; after that, they seemed less impressive.

But because they had been at a stalemate just now, there was a strong sense that if she didn’t ask today, Xie Yun wouldn’t let her get off the carriage.

He was really clingy.

So, she cooperatively asked this question, seeming to be coaxing Xie Yun, but in reality, she was coaxing him.

She had been married to Xie Yun for some time now and had some understanding of this man who looked dignified and upright.

From the tone of his words, it was quite obvious that this condition was probably not a serious one.

But Sang Yao felt that she had been through a lot, her face was very thick-skinned, and it was just a matter of fighting in bed, which was essentially the same, so how far could it go?

She simply didn’t believe that a man with a broken arm could come up with any more shameless tricks.

As soon as the words came out, Xie Yun did indeed seem excited. He pulled her to sit on his lap, then lowered his head to kiss Sang Yao’s tender face and said, “Yao Yao.”

Sang Yao responded with an “Mm-hmm,” and said, “What do you want?”

Was he going to ask her to wear another piece of jewelry, call him Brother Yun, or change the location?

Just as Sang Yao’s thoughts were becoming more and more unbearable, Xie Yun said in her ear at this moment, “I want to draw a butterfly.”

Sang Yao: “……?”

She turned her head, her long eyelashes brushing against the man’s chin, and for a moment, she didn’t connect drawing a butterfly with what he was asking for.

Seeing the girl’s confused look, Xie Yun added, “To be honest, these past few days, seeing the various things you’ve embroidered, I’ve also been inspired.”

Sang Yao’s expression was strange. “You want to learn embroidery from me?”

In fact, Sang Yao had been busier these past few days than Xie Yun. Besides the initial embroidery, she had begun to deal with various matters big and small in the mansion. Shen Miaoyi didn’t want her to tire herself out, but Sang Yao felt that being idle was also idle, so she was always learning new things.

Xie Yun had always wanted Sang Yao to embroider something on his clothes, preferably something that could be recognized as the handiwork of the madam at a glance, but Sang Yao hadn’t had much time these past few days.

So was he planning to do it himself?

Sang Yao bit her lip, feeling briefly ashamed of her lewd speculation just now.

Xie Yun shook his head. “I just want to draw a picture.”

Sang Yao said, “Then draw it.”

Why tell her about it?

At these words, Xie Yun kissed Sang Yao’s face and said, “Thank you, Yao Yao.”

Sang Yao always felt something was off, but at this point, Xie Yun had already pulled her up and off the carriage with him.

Jinglian had been watching the carriage for a while now.

Seeing the two of them, who were neatly dressed, he couldn’t help but think, What’s going on? It seems like the master is in a hurry.

He himself had no experience with such matters, all he knew was from the storybooks, where the male protagonist would often take an hour, so it seemed that his master was really impatient.

Xie Yun led Sang Yao off the carriage and, looking at Jinglian standing a few steps away, said coldly, “Why are you standing so far away?”

Jinglian hurried over and gave himself an excuse, saying, “I was admiring the moon, Master.”

He added hastily, “Don’t worry! I didn’t hear anything in the carriage!

Xie Yun’s gaze gradually became strange. Just as he was about to say something, Sang Yao shook her head.

“Let’s go.”

After returning to the room, Sang Yao had already put this matter out of her mind.

While Xie Yun went to the study, she took a bath first. When she came out, Xie Yun had already returned to the room.

The long table had been cleaned up, with nothing on it.

Sang Yao casually asked, “Are you going to start drawing butterflies now?”

Xie Yun nodded, then waved to Sang Yao and said, “Come here.”

Sang Yao walked over and was immediately embraced by Xie Yun around her waist. With just one arm, he made Sang Yao sit on the table.

Sang Yao’s feet were dangling, and just as she was about to talk to Xie Yun, the man started to kiss her somewhat aggressively.

His kissing technique was already very skilled, and after a short while, Sang Yao’s legs went weak, and she leaned against him.

Feeling a bit weak, she pushed him away, still thinking about her account book. She said, “Okay, I’m going to look at the account book.”

But Xie Yun showed no sign of letting her go. He looked down at her and, before Sang Yao could react, skillfully removed the thin layer of clothing from her body.

Her snowy white skin was exposed to the man’s eyes, soft, delicate, slender, and soft, making people feel hot. No matter how many times he looked, Xie Yun felt that she was extremely powerful.

He didn’t rush to lick or kiss her but endured it for a while before untying the trembling straps on her back.

The little clothes fell, piling up around her waist, with nothing in between.

Just as Xie Yun raised his hand to cover her, Sang Yao slapped his hand. Her eyes bright, she said:

“Did you forget you still have to draw a butterfly?”

Xie Yun did not retract his hand because of this. He continued his previous action. Sang Yao’s shoulders shrank, and she took a sharp breath of cold air.

He nodded and said, “But I need to inspect it on site.”

Sang Yao looked down at his regular movements, feeling ashamed. “What are you doing checking here while drawing a butterfly?”

Xie Yun said earnestly, “Because this is my drawing paper.”

Sang Yao was stunned.

Xie Yun’s inspection seemed to have come to an end. He pointed to a place that was bright red, furrowing his brow as if discussing some important geographical distribution with her: “If this is a spring day painting, then here is the branch of the begonia.”

“What do you think about a butterfly resting here?”

Not great.

Honestly, Sang Yao had always thought that she had a clear understanding of Xie Yun’s shamelessness, but he always managed to surprise her.

She picked up her little clothes and refused, “I don’t want to.”

Xie Yun placed both hands on the table and looked at her quietly, saying, “Does Yao Yao want to be so indecisive?”

Sang Yao wanted to leave, but Xie Yun held her tightly, leaving her with no way out. She looked up in panic and said, “But you… you’re too…”

She really couldn’t find a suitable word to describe him. After hesitating for a long time, in the boundless shame, she felt a bit passive on the bed, which was unfair.

But then she thought, she couldn’t take the initiative in this kind of thing.

Things on the bed were actually very simple. She was a very easy person to satisfy, but Xie Yun wasn’t. He was used to coaxing people, and every time, Sang Yao was left dazed by him.

From the perspective of needs, it was already unfair.

Xie Yun lowered his gaze and looked at her, not knowing when he picked up a purple pen from the pen holder, his long and slender fingers holding the pen, and the soft rabbit hair slid down from Sang Yao’s neck.

His voice was gentle, “I studied painting for two years when I was in the Hanlin Academy, specializing in flowers and birds. Later, I found it boring and useless, so I never touched it again.”

“Now, it’s not entirely the case.”

…

Sang Yao had indeed never known that Xie Yun had such a talent. At first, she just comforted herself, wanting to see what kind of painting he could make since he had been begging her for so long. After all, they were husband and wife, and there was nothing she hadn’t seen.

Later, Sang Yao didn’t think so much about it.

Xie Yun was a shameless man. Sang Yao cried and thought to herself that he had tainted the term “painting.” She didn’t want to hear about it anymore.

But Xie Yun didn’t think so.

He felt that his painting should be painted where it should be.

Just like now, the beauty’s skin was more beautiful than snow, and the bright red was extremely flattering to her.

In the midst of the chaotic and ambiguous night, they returned to that bed.

…

Xie Yun’s hand was still not healed. He was lying half on the bed, staring at her intently.

Sang Yao was forced to find a way to take the initiative.

As soon as she moved, the painting of the butterfly landing on the begonia came to life, and the trembling and fragile butterfly seemed to dance in the air.

The chaotic and ambiguous night began to grow damp.

…

This could be considered an ordinary night, with their home and the rolling love and desire.

Perhaps things in the world were always unpredictable.

He had never thought he would fall in love with anyone one day.

Nor did he think that this thing, which he once considered self-degradation, would find a unique and fascinating meaning in Sang Yao.

In the blink of an eye, it was already October, and Yu Zhi’s belly was getting bigger. When Sang Yao had just married into the family, Yu Zhi would accompany her out for a walk, but now she could only stay at home.

Xie Yan had been spending more and more time in the mansion recently.

In the past, Sang Yao could hear Yu Zhi complaining about Xie Yan, but these days, she only saw Xie Yan accommodating Yu Zhi’s every request. Whenever Yu Zhi frowned, Xie Yan would reflect on it for a long time.

Every time Sang Yao saw Yu Zhi’s protruding belly, she thought it was amazing that there was a thriving life inside, and then she felt that her second sister-in-law was so fragile. Sometimes she wanted to hold her second sister-in-law in the palm of her hand, afraid that she would fall.

After staring at Yu Zhi’s protruding belly for almost half an hour, Yu Zhi finally smiled and waved to Sang Yao, saying, “Yao Yao, do you want to feel it?”

Yu Zhi’s baby was already more than seven months old. In a little over a month, she would have a new niece or nephew.

Sang Yao hesitated but still moved over. Under Yu Zhi’s encouraging gaze, she lightly touched it through her clothes.

It was very strange.

She quickly withdrew her hand and asked, “Sister-in-law, does it hurt?”

Yu Zhi shook her head and said, “It just kicks me occasionally, which is uncomfortable.”

Sang Yao widened her eyes, “…it can still move?”

Yu Zhi nodded and said, “It might be tired of one position and want to stretch its muscles and bones.”

Sang Yao’s lips twitched slightly, feeling incredible.

On one hand, she felt that nurturing life was amazing, and on the other hand, she felt strange to be carrying a little person.

She couldn’t help but imagine a little person turning over in her belly, and she felt a twinge of pain herself.

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Yu Zhi could tell from her expression what she was thinking and smiled, “Don’t worry, Yao Yao, children are very fun.”

“When you have one, you’ll know.”

She mentioned this and added, “By the way, Yao Yao, have you had any discomfort recently?”

Sang Yao shook her head. She ate well and slept well. Apart from occasionally having disagreements with Xie Yun in bed and worrying about her sister-in-law who was managing important matters in the palace, she was fine.

Yu Zhi patted her hand and said, “It’s okay, there’s no rush.”

“If there’s nothing wrong, you can ask the doctor to come and check. If there are signs of pregnancy, you need to pay attention in advance.”

Sang Yao’s face turned red. She said, “…there’s no rush.”

And it shouldn’t be so easy to have a child.

Yu Zhi lowered her voice and smiled, “I wonder what your child with Ah Yun will be like in the future.”

Sang Yao had never thought about this before.

Because she always felt it was a bit early. She had just married in, how could she have a child so soon?

But now she was different from before and understood more than before.

She had been married to Xie Yun for almost two months. Except for the first few days, she would sleep seven days out of about ten days. As for the matter, she didn’t deliberately control it.

In any case, with this method, she might really be pregnant.

Sang Yao had been thinking about this for a long time. Could she be pregnant now, but she didn’t know yet?

After all, she had never asked the imperial physician.

Lost in thought, she also wondered what her child with Xie Yun would be like. Sang Yao couldn’t imagine it.

In the evening, Xie Yun returned from the palace.

Before he could take off his outer garment, Sang Yao put down what she was holding and went to greet him.

Xie Yun hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, feeling quite surprised. “Why did you come to pick me up today?”

Sang Yao moved away a bit and said, “We’re not sleeping together tonight.”

Xie Yun immediately refused, “No, we didn’t yesterday either.”

Sang Yao said, “I think we should ask the imperial physician to come and check.”

Xie Yun asked, “…Check what?”

Sang Yao pulled Xie Yun to sit on a round stool and stood in front of him, holding his wrist against her abdomen, and said seriously, “We sleep together every day, and I feel like I might be pregnant.”

Xie Yun said, “…”

He pursed his lips, relaxed, and pinched the soft flesh around Sang Yao’s waist through her thin clothes, saying, “It’s not possible.”

“And that’s just a child, not a baby.”

“My baby is only you.”

Sang Yao was not satisfied and said, “What’s with that expression? We haven’t asked the imperial physician.”

But Xie Yun continued, “It’s not possible.”

Sang Yao didn’t know where he got his confidence from and said, “Why not? You’re not a doctor.”

Sang Yao also sat down. She looked at Xie Yun’s handsome face and said, “We’ve slept together so many times, and there’s nothing wrong—”

She paused, not very confident, and looked at Xie Yun suspiciously, “Do you have any…?”

Xie Yun hmm’d.

Xie Yun hmm’d?!

Sang Yao froze. For a moment, she thought about many things. In the end, guilt prevailed. No wonder Xie Yun never mentioned it. Wasn’t she pouring salt on his wound today?

She gently held Xie Yun’s hand and comforted him in a low voice, “It’s okay, don’t be sad.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Do Mom and Dad know about this?”

Xie Yun: “…”

His face darkened, then he explained, “I just took medicine, so I won’t have any offspring with you for half a year.”

Sang Yao was stunned. She was very surprised and took a while to ask, “Why?”

Why indeed.

Sang Yao was young, and pregnancy itself carried risks. He just didn’t want Sang Yao to take risks. Moreover, even if she took post-coital contraceptive pills, it would damage her body. In that case, it was better to take the damage on himself.

So, before getting married, he had taken this medicine.