Pei Yanzhou had an anger that even he himself had not expected.
He was born because of Song Jinyin, but he found peace for a moment after meeting her.
He forced her to look at him, and even though there was panic and anger in those beautiful eyes, he didn't want to let go.
"Let me ask you, what are you hiding from?"
His voice was low and deep, like a question, but also full of imperceptible unwillingness: "You have been injured for several days, and you have even forgotten your identity?"
Without waiting for Song Jinyin to respond, Pei Yanzhou lowered his head and kissed her lips.
I haven't seen her for a long time, and this touch is like rain falling on a dry river bed, and the cracked earth finally seems to be healing.
The man in his arms struggled a little, and when he turned to avoid it, he accidentally bumped into two wooden boxes on the table.
The sound of light touching came, Song Jinyin was stunned for a moment, and her lips were plundered by him again.
After a while, the movement in the room became quieter. Pei Yanzhou bit her tender white earlobe and finally suppressed the fierceness in his eyes.
"Don't go looking for him."
The hot air sprayed on the nape of his neck, causing a shiver. Song Jinyin's legs went weak and she subconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes.
Pei Yanzhou has always known where her weak points are. Regardless of body and mind, he can always force her to submit very quickly.
But this time Song Jinyin didn't want to indulge anymore.
She bit her lip tightly, and the pain brought her clarity and the bright red at the end of her eyes.
As if aware of her reaction, Pei Yanzhou used some force until she was forced to make a cry, and then kissed her lips from the ear.
"Resist me for him?"
The smell of blood spread from his mouth, and along with Song Jinyin, Pei Yanzhou also had bloodshot eyes.
He reached out and stroked the end of her eyes, finally stopping at the reddest deep groove, and caressed it carefully with his rough fingertips. It seemed gentle, but there was an endless turmoil in it.
The sky outside was not as bright as when I first returned home.
Song Jinyin felt some pain again when he pulled her. She took a deep breath and held back the soreness in her eyes.
"This slave has to pay back the money. The prince said, please don't go out and cause trouble."
Pei Yanzhou still didn't let her go, but the hand that held her loosened.
Her breath was still a little unsteady. It was obviously a moment of tenderness, but Pei Yanzhou became annoyed because of her sobriety.
Especially when he remembered that Shen Yuhe had stood up for her just now, waves of unknown fire surged in Pei Yanzhou's chest.
"I'm a little curious, but it was just a one-time relationship. Why did he come out to block Ye Wanqiu's troubles for you, and what did you use to repay the thousand taels?"
Pei Yanzhou's words fell into Song Jinyin's ears. The low words suppressed his anger, and seemed to be a sneer and ridicule.
She was stunned and said: "So the prince also knows that it is the girl from the Ye family who is causing trouble, and not the slaves who are causing trouble?"
As she spoke, Song Jinyin thought of the money this person had sent her a few days ago, her acquiescence when others speculated about her identity at the banquet, and the words of gift that Ye Wanqiu had just said.
She raised her head, tears falling from the corners of her eyes due to the movement, but her whole body did not show any vulnerability.
"But this slave is also curious."
Song Jinyin said.
"I'm curious about what the prince is worried about. Is he worried that he will warm someone else's bed in order to repay the money? Or is it that the prince values me so much that he doesn't want her to leave?"
Pei Yanzhou, who was originally afraid of hurting her, turned completely cold and dragged her directly to the bed.
When the cloth was torn open, the coolness in the room seemed to get a little deeper. The man stepped forward, with a bone-eroding cold storm all over his body, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to pull people to destruction.
The pads of his fingers traced her white neck and lifted her chin up.
"Let someone else touch it and try it."
The unconcealed cruelty fell into Song Jinyin's eyes, making her a little stunned.
It shouldn't be like this.
Normally, if she said such words, Pei Yanzhou would just stand up and wipe her hands with a handkerchief, and then mock the worry and concern in her words to let her know her identity clearly.
Pei Yanzhou will not let others touch his things, but he will never worry about others touching them. The worst is that it will be a bad word.
But before she could say anything, Pei Yanzhou kissed her again.
The hot breath instantly drove away the coldness in the room.
The sky outside the house gradually turned dark, Song Jinyin's voice was slightly hoarse, and even her long eyelashes were stained with moisture from waking up to falling asleep.
In a daze, she felt like she was being swept into waves of heat, and she felt exhausted even when she opened her eyes.
...
When Song Jinyin woke up, it was already the second day.
She looked at the hanging curtain and felt a little restless.
Her body was a little sore, and there was still a faint medicinal fragrance at the tip of her nose. Song Jinyin looked down and saw her clean middle coat.
Xue Yu's face appeared in his mind.
She sat up, rolled up her trousers, and checked the wounds. A light layer of ointment had been applied to the scabs on her calves.
Remembering that Xue Yu should have clearly seen the marks on her body, Song Jinyin pursed her lips and her cheeks felt warm.
It wasn't until her head regained some clarity that she suddenly realized that she had forgotten something yesterday.
He didn't go to pawn his hairpin to pay back the money, nor did he wake up to drink the Bizi soup.
As soon as he stood up to change clothes, his peripheral vision glanced at the two wooden boxes on the table.
Song Jinyin's heart suddenly sank.
Pei Yanzhou came so suddenly yesterday, and I don't know if the contents of her wooden box were seen.
"Sister Jinyin, are you awake?"
Xueyu's voice sounded outside, and Song Jinyin only responded softly, focusing entirely on the wooden box.
It's in the small wooden box just like it was taken out yesterday.
On top were some broken silver and a lot of copper plates, and underneath were letters from my father.
There are also road maps of Kyoto City and surrounding areas back to Anyang County that she has accumulated piece by piece in the past two years.
Song Jinyin didn't know her way around very much since she was a child. Her parents were with her when she was young, so she never took it to heart.
But not now.
She wants to leave the Duke's Mansion.
Regardless of whether she could get the nods from Pei Yanzhou and the old lady, she would not trust the people in the Duke's Mansion.
Anyone could sell her, anyone could let her die.
So there are all kinds of routes here, including mountain roads, water roads and official roads. They are all drawn by different people every time she leaves the house.
If Pei Yanzhou saw this, she might not even be able to leave the house next time.
Just as he was thinking about it, the door was pushed open and Xueyu walked in carrying a three-layer food box with a mahogany base carved with clivia.
"Sister Jinyin, you finally woke up!"
Xueyu breathed a sigh of relief and took out the contents of the food box as he spoke.
"After the prince left in the morning, no one came in to call you, so I went to the small kitchen to make porridge for my sister. I was afraid that my sister wouldn't be able to drink anything hot."
"Leaved in the morning...and you never entered the house?"
Song Jinyin frowned.
So it was Pei Yanzhou who changed the clothes and gave the medicine?
"I dare not enter."
Xueyu shook her head while arranging things.
The first layer of the food box is porridge and some snacks, the first layer is a bowl of black concoction, and the third layer is some colorful candies.
"Butler Wang asked me to listen to the news first before coming in. He also said that the prince had left a message, saying that it was better to keep the broken silver that the girl had for himself. Don't try to sell it as jewelry, and don't collect the money to go there and embarrass the country. The face of the government..."
Song Jinyin pursed her thin lips as she listened to Xue Yu's voice.
Pei Yanzhou could still give such an order, presumably because he didn't see the contents of the wooden box.
Otherwise, with his temperament, he would have burned the cloths clean, woke her up in the middle of the night, and made her kneel down for a day and night to improve her memory.
It's just about the money...
Song Jinyin was about to ask again, but she saw Xueyu put down her things and took out a small cloth bag from her waist. She lowered her head, mingled her hands together, and spoke with some caution.
"Sister Jinyin, I know that the prince is willing to give money for my sister's sake. I will do more embroidery work in the future and keep saving money. Here is the one or two silver coins that I used all the copper coins to exchange yesterday. Me, I will try my best to save money and give it back to my sister."
"When my sister doesn't owe these one thousand taels in the future, she won't have to bow her head like this in front of the prince..."
Listening to this last sentence, Song Jinyin's words to comfort her got stuck in her throat, and her eyes instantly turned red.
