The Duke's Mansion, the Prince's Courtyard.
On the bed, Song Jinyin's black hair was spread out, and beads of sweat dripped from her smooth and white forehead, which were crystal clear and streaked across her milky-white skin like mutton-fat jade. .
A kitten-like cry for mercy made the man intensify his strength.
Pei Yanzhou was breathing heavily, with the smell of alcohol lingering around him, and there seemed to be clusters of fire in his black eyes. When he kissed her, he swallowed all the girl's sobs.
The room was as warm as a candle.
Until the door was knocked, and a question came in cautiously.
"Sir, Miss Ye has a fever. Her maid can't do anything. She said she wants to beg you to take a look. She looks like she's about to faint from crying outside..."
When the housekeeper finished speaking, the beads of sweat on Pei Yanzhou's forehead fell into Song Jinyin's black hair.
He touched her neck with one hand from her soft part, and then gently held the fragile white skin, as if thinking of something, his tone was as cold as the ice and snow in winter.
"Song Jinyin, who am I?"
The girl's eyes were red from crying, and her red lips were stained with blood, which made people's hearts tremble and made Pei Yanzhou feel a little hotter.
After a long time, the voice asked again cautiously.
"Master, do you want me to go back to Miss Ye?"
"No need."
Pei Yanzhou's lustful eyes gradually regained their clarity after meeting Song Jinyin's tear-filled eyes.
He stood up without any hesitation and grabbed the robe on the rack. The coldness in his eyes was as if nothing just happened had ever happened.
The room instantly emptied out.
Song Jinyin came out of her trance, struggled to sit up from the bed, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and picked up the already wrinkled dress from the ground.
I haven't accomplished anything today, so I don't think I need to drink Bizi Soup.
But he didn't expect that he was so eager today that he could endure it for the sake of the girl from the Ye family.
Song Jinyin pulled the corners of her mouth and wanted to smile, but suddenly, her vision became blurry again.
Just as she opened the door to leave, she saw Butler Wang staying in the courtyard, seemingly waiting for her.
Behind Butler Wang stood a boy, holding a bowl of dark concoction in his hand.
"Miss Jinyin, don't be angry. This is a rule. Even if I don't speak up, I can't make the decision."
There were complicated emotions flashing through Butler Wang's eyes, but there was no pause in raising his hand to signal.
Looking at the medicine bowl brought to her, Song Jinyin moved her lips, wanting to say that she didn't need to drink it today, but she swallowed it when she reached the corner of her lips.
That’s all.
She has drank it so many times, but this one is not enough.
"It's hard work, Butler Wang, and you have to watch your slaves take medicine time and time again."
"As for Miss Jinyin, you can be regarded as the first half of the master in the house, so there is absolutely no reason for you to say hard work to me."
Half master.
Song Jinyin was startled, then shook her head slightly.
"Steward Wang, don't mention it again in the future. If the prince hears it, he will be blamed again."
After saying that, Song Jinyin frowned and drank the soup cleanly, then turned around and left.
Since he went to see Miss Ye tonight, he must have agreed to the marriage. In this case, there should be no need for her to stay on night watch.
Thinking like this, Song Jinyin's steps became a little more panicked for no reason.
I finally walked back to the side room where I lived, but before I opened the door, I heard a soft call.
"Miss Jinyin."
Under the night, there was an eager maid, holding a bright hexagonal lamp.
"This is the first time for Miss Ye to stay at the Duke's Mansion. She said that the maids in the courtyard are not being used well, so the prince asked Miss Jinyin to take care of her."
Song Jinyin's face turned pale.
Halfway through her stride, the pain between her legs was surging in all directions, making her lower abdomen even more painful, forcing her to hold onto the board and gasp lightly.
"Didn't Miss Ye bring the maid herself? Where is the maid arranged by the Duke's wife?"
"Miss Ye's maid is too busy, Mrs. Side..."
After speaking, the visitor looked at the people in front of him, and then continued: "Mrs. Side said that since Miss Jinyin has been sold to work in the prince's courtyard, it will not be her turn to interfere in the affairs of this courtyard in the future. , so the maids sent over there tonight are not the smart ones..."
The pain in Song Jinyin's abdomen worsened, and her hands and feet became even colder. Especially when the cold wind blew, her whole body felt as cold as ice.
"Let the two people on duty tonight go over and take care of you."
"Yes, but the prince said that he must see Miss Jin Yin. He also said that he was worried about others serving Miss Ye."
"What if I don't go?"
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes lightly, suppressed the discomfort in her body, and used some strength to hold her fingers on the board, revealing her pale finger bones.
"The prince said that if Miss Jinyin doesn't go, he will send the girl's deed of sale, send it..."
"Where to send it, the Ten Thousand Gold Cave in Kyoto? To be the girl in the Thousand Gold Pavilion?"
The cold voice contrasts with the moonlight, seeming to chill people's hearts.
Song Jinyin looked at the little girl in front of her who lowered her head and said nothing, and suddenly laughed out loud.
...
When she was seven years old, she was sent to the Duke's Mansion together with her mother as a cousin.
At the age of eight, her mother sold her to Pei Yanzhou, the eldest son of the Duke of Guo, and she served him until she was fifteen, becoming his bed-warming maid.
Now Song Jinyin is only twenty-eight years old.
In the past eight years, she had gone from being ignorant of the world to understanding her situation, as if she had been severely peeled off a layer of skin, and had tasted all the pain.
So much so that she knew that Pei Yanzhou hated her, and she was unable to defend herself.
Because even she herself didn’t know whether her young self was an accomplice in that incident.
She only remembered that when her mother held her hand and was carried into this tall mansion in a small sedan, Pei Yanzhou, who was already a head taller than her, looked at her pretending to be fierce.
"You are not allowed to call me brother in the future. Also, the Duke's Mansion is not as easy to treat as you think."
At that time, Pei Yanzhou didn't hate her because the Duke's wife was still alive.
Although he is bedridden, he is still alive and well.
...
The courtyard where Miss Ye lives temporarily is a bit far away.
Because it was raining a lot today, the Ye family who came to visit were stayed by Mrs. Liu, the side wife of the Duke's Mansion.
But the funny thing is that she has arranged the courtyard, but not the people who will serve it.
Song Jinyin was blown by the wind, and whether it was due to numbness, the pain gradually subsided.
Just as she walked to the corner of the corridor, she heard some small sounds, mixed in the wind, and fell steadily into her ears.
"It's so late, and the prince didn't care about his reputation, but he was actually called here by Miss Ye."
"What do you know? The Pei and Ye families have already planned to discuss marriage. Otherwise, do you think our wife can make such a big move and let a girl with a foreign surname stay in the Duke's mansion?"
"That's true, but I don't know if Song Jinyin, who is beside the prince, knows about this matter. After all, she shamelessly followed the prince. By then, she will be a concubine no matter what."
"They are all people who have been sold. No matter how good they are in bed, they will be nothing more than concubines at the end of their lives. But I heard that Song Jinyin may have learned some charming and charming arts somewhere, so that she was the only one in the prince's room for so long. But thinking about it, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked..."
