The new young mistress was charming, with fair skin and delicate features. Her half - smiling look seemed to have seen through Rong Wan's "little tricks".
"I won't misunderstand."
When Rong Wan first heard this, she thought the new mistress was weak and bullied, swallowing her grievances just to gain her husband's favor.
But the next sentence revealed her real intention.
"A woman as ugly as you doesn't deserve a handsome man like the young master. Unless he's blind!"
She was clearly implying that Rong Wan was ugly!
Rong Wan dug her nails into the flesh hidden under her sleeve, trying to calm herself down. But no woman was willing to have her appearance criticized, especially in front of the man she loved.
Despite her best efforts to hide it, her resentment still leaked out.
"What do you mean, sister - in - law?"
"Can't you understand?"
Ning Yuwang's eyes sparkled. "I didn't expect you to be not only plain - looking but also stupid."
Rong Wan was extremely angry. She had only been pretending to be ill before, but now her heart really ached. "Brother Zhao, does sister - in - law not like Wanwan?"
Yan Zhao's mind was on the fact that Ning Yuwang was holding his hand. He nodded absent - mindedly. "It seems so."
Rong Wan: "..."
For all these years, Rong Wan's subtle hints had never been noticed by him, which showed that he was simply oblivious to such small gestures.
That was why Ning Yuwang's straightforward "touch" could surprise and fluster him a bit.
"Brother Zhao!"
Rong Wan bit her lips hard, clenching and unclenching her fists. She knew it was impossible to force Yan Zhao to stay.
Ning Yuwang was completely different from what she had imagined. She was bold and unrestrained, even daring to hold Yan Zhao's hand in front of everyone. She was simply licentious!
"If you're ill, rest well. Fortunately, your illness is not contagious. Otherwise, it would be so inauspicious and we'd have to seal off the courtyard."
Ning Yuwang waved her handkerchief with her free hand. "The young master is in poor health. It's always troublesome for him to come and go. I don't know what your maids are up to. It's a happy day today, so I'll spare her this time. If there's a next time..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but everyone understood what she meant.
Rong Wan's face darkened. She didn't want to hear Ning Yuwang's voice anymore.
Just then, the mansion doctor came. She replied to him perfunctorily and then pretended to rest under the doctor's advice.
Yan Zhao told Lianxin to take good care of Rong Wan and then left with Ning Yuwang.
Behind him, A Si secretly gave Ning Yuwang a thumbs - up.
The new young mistress was really amazing!
When they were out of sight, Rong Wan dismissed the others and only left Lianxin.
"Lianxin, why is that bitch Ning Yuwang here?"
Lianxin crawled towards her on her knees. "Miss, I invited the young master as you arranged, but the new young mistress insisted on coming with him!"
She cried as she told Rong Wan the whole story, but then she saw Rong Wan take out a wrapped cloth from under the pillow.
She trembled, hugging her shoulders and shaking her head. "Miss, don't! Please, spare Lianxin!"
"You're useless and still have the nerve to plead for mercy!" Rong Wan glared at her. "Take off your clothes!"
Lianxin didn't dare to disobey. She took off two outer garments, revealing a back full of blue, purple and red bruises, which were whipped out by a thin wooden board.
There were also fresh and long bloodstains, which were scratched by a hairpin this morning when Rong Wan heard that Yan Zhao had gone to pick up his bride.
"Miss..."
Rong Wan opened the wrapped cloth, which contained all kinds of "torture tools", including thin wooden boards, hairpins, whips and...
She picked out a long ox - hair needle!
"Take off your bellyband too!"
Lianxin's pupils dilated violently. The old fears welled up thick and fast.
"Ah!"
Rong Wan vented all her anger on Lianxin. The long ox - hair needle stabbed Lianxin's chest again and again. Lianxin let out a howl of pain.
But Rong Wan was experienced. As soon as Lianxin opened her mouth, she stuffed a piece of cloth into it. "Bitch!"
Lianxin's tears mixed with saliva fell on her chest, seeping into the dense needle holes. There was a little blood, but it wasn't obvious.
This was Rong Wan's terrible punishment. She always punished Lianxin on the skin that wasn't visible. No outsider could tell how much pain Lianxin had suffered.
Naturally, no one knew how vicious and cruel this gentle and dignified girl was in private.
Yan Zhao, who had left earlier, didn't know what had happened in Huiyu Pavilion.
"Rong Wan is not a bad - tempered girl. When mother was alive, she doted on her the most. Maybe she misses mother too much today."
As night fell, perhaps because of the hands they were holding or because it was their wedding night, Yan Zhao's ears were flushed in the moonlight. His eager explanation seemed to be a way to divert his attention.
Ning Yuwang was eager. Her fingertips and heart itched. She wanted to touch him but remembered what he had said.
"What should we do on the wedding night?"
She suddenly asked.
Yan Zhao stopped in surprise. From Ning Yuwang's angle, his side face gradually turned red.
A Si behind them almost coughed. A San silently covered his mouth and took him away.
Was this the new young mistress boldly expressing her love?
He wanted to watch!
Brother San, let go!
"Cough, cough."
"Didn't the wife of Marquis Yongning prepare a little book for you, my lady?"
The little book was a shy way of referring to the intimacy picture in this dynasty.
"Little book?"
Ning Yuwang only vaguely remembered that when they said goodbye, the wife of Marquis Yongning seemed to have stuffed a picture book into her arms. Where had she put it then?
Oh, in her sleeve pocket!
Young Master Yan probably never thought that his bold and unrestrained wife would take out a little book from her sleeve in the backyard of the young master's mansion on their wedding night and invite him to watch together what they should do on the wedding night.
"Does the young master want to see it? Then let's look together."
"Cough, cough."
Yan Zhao coughed even louder. There was a glint of water in the corners of his eyes. "My lady, this book can't be read outside!"
"Then shall we go back to the room and read it?"
Ning Yuwang became interested. Seeing Yan Zhao's expression, she thought it must be something good. She pulled Yan Zhao back to the room quickly.
Inside the room, the dragon - and - phoenix candles were crackling. In the candlelight, Yan Zhao's beauty was fully on display.
Fortunately, Ning Yuwang was more attracted to his beauty and only half - understood the little book. Yan Zhao managed to deceive her into giving up reading it and hid it at the bottom of the box.
Although he had never eaten pork, he had seen a pig run. Young Master Yan weighed the situation in his mind and thought that teaching by practice would be the most impressive.
Ning Yuwang's fingertips scratched Yan Zhao's palm. She couldn't help getting closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Young master, you smell so good."
She liked to be close to Yan Zhao. Although there was a faint smell of medicine, there was always a faint fragrance that she liked, which made her nose get closer and closer to his neck, following that faint scent.
Exhausted from the lack of spiritual power and the numerous formalities throughout the day, in the warm and comfortable room, drowsiness came over her. Ning Yuwang closed her eyes gently and sniffed, with her left hand still on Yan Zhao's palm.
"Are you sleepy?"
Yan Zhao's fingers were stiff and he couldn't respond. His body was also still, except for his throat bobbing up and down rapidly.
To him, it seemed that his new wife was inviting him to rest together.
Especially the warm breath in his ear. The blush on his face hadn't faded all night, and it seemed that his whole body was on fire.
After opening and closing his lips several times, Yan Zhao finally replied, "Okay..."