The sweet-scented osmanthus cake on her lips was sweet and soft, but Chonglian knew that there was a high probability that it contained sterilization medicine.
Han Jiyun didn't believe her.
Even if there were no flaws in what happened yesterday, and Han Jiyun had seen Luo Hong, he still didn't believe that she had the ability to make accurate calculations, nor that she and Huo Shang were innocent.
Chonglian sighed and tried to save it meaningfully: "Ji Yun, can I not eat it?"
Once a man suspects a woman of being unfaithful, a paternity test once a year is too little.
Han Jiyun paused for a moment and looked at Chonglian in surprise: "Lianlian, what's wrong with you? Have you changed your taste after just a few days in the palace?"
Chong Lian didn't speak. Her smiling eyes gradually lost their smile, filled with loneliness and pain: "Ji Yun, what I desperately wanted to give you has made it difficult for you."
Han Jiyun's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he actually felt a little sad.
But he couldn't let her have children, just be a cuckold and raise children for other men, no.
He smiled again and stroked Chonglian's hair gently: "Lianlian, things in the palace are very complicated. I'm really afraid that something will happen to you. Do you believe me?"
Chonglian's moist peach blossom eyes filled with pain: "Of course I believe you, but this is your last chance to have an heir!"
Han Jiyun still held the cake: "Lianlian, no matter what you did wrong, what others said about you, or how you deceived you again and again, I am willing to forgive you."
He gently but persistently pulled off her quilt, helped her up, and forcefully brought the cake to her mouth:
"I can't explain too much to you now, but believe me, I'm doing this for your own good and our future."
Chonglian squeezed out a tear, held his face in her hands while holding back her nausea, and touched his eyebrows with her fingertips:
"You have begun to be different from the past, but you still don't know it. Ji Yun, the ghost that Nanny Xin gave you was an old eunuch who died violently! What will you do in the future?"
Han Jiyun's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and he felt as if he was being pointed at the nose and scolded the eunuch. He released his hand holding Chonglian's shoulder:
"Aren't you willing to work hard for our future?"
He showed a vague sense of condescension and anger, with a big hat on his face and a moral kidnapping: "Lianlian, I'm already very tired, can you be more sensible?"
Chonglian smiled miserably: "Of course I am willing to give everything for you, but do you really want to ruin this only chance of conceiving a child?"
Han Jiyun approached her again, gently but firmly: "Be good, eat some cakes and sleep. When you wake up, everything will be the same as before."
Chonglian's fingertips were a little between his eyebrows.
Han Jiyun froze instantly, as if something was pulled out of his mind, and he lost the ability to think in an instant.
At the same time, from his invisible perspective, the old eunuch who liked to dig out his stomach was squeezed between the two of them, with his sinister pale face pressed against Han Jiyun's face.
Its state was very unstable. First it died violently, then it was stabbed in the back by its own people, whipped, and thrown to wild dogs to eat. Then it was suddenly released and wanted to kill all living people.
Chong Lian glanced at it, slapped it on the back of the head, knocked it to the corner of the bed, then grabbed it back lightly and stuffed it into Han Jiyun's face.
"Be good, be obedient, and finish the sweet-scented osmanthus cake for me. I'll help you open a small private room on Han Jiyun's forehead."
The old eunuch raised his head and shouted, and Chonglian slapped him back and forth several times.
Finally, he raised his eyebrows: "Are you good?"
The old eunuch whimpered and screamed like a drowned dog, hurriedly transformed into Chonglian's face and neck, and possessed Chonglian from the shoulders down.
Chonglian raised her hands that were too cold and overloaded with yin energy, and applied the cow tears that Huo Shang had searched for on Han Jiyun's eyelids.
She tilted her neck back and pressed her fair and pink face against the deeply sunken back of the old eunuch's head. The old eunuch's cold grimace kept moving forward and pressed against Han Jiyun's warm face.
This process only took the blink of an eye. Han Jiyun felt dazed for a moment, his eyelids went cold, and when he regained consciousness, he put "Chonglian" almost against his face, as if he wanted to kiss himself.
He backed away dumbfounded: "You girl is really... don't think that acting like a baby can..."
In sight, Chonglian expressionlessly took away the pastry in his hand and swallowed it in one gulp.
Han Jiyun: "...Lianlian?!"
How could a ghost really eat human food? The piece of pastry penetrated "Chonglian"'s neck and fell into her large pajamas.
Fake Chonglian said coldly: "Go on, bring them all."
Han Jiyun felt happy.
Fake Chonglian stared directly into his eyes: "Han Jiyun, as long as I eat these, I can do anything to you. Do you agree?"
Han Jiyun knew Chonglian's soft-heartedness best and didn't think she could do anything to him. He said softly: "I agree, as long as you are happy..."
Fake Chonglian got his verbal contract, her eyes were full of Yin Qi to maintain the materialization of her head and neck, she picked up the cakes one by one and swallowed them without even chewing.
Chonglian rubbed the back of its head and said softly: "Looking for death?"
Fake Chonglian froze and managed to move her mouth a few times.
After the whole plate of pastries was finished, Fake Chonglian stared at Han Jiyun, who was obviously very satisfied, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Satisfied? I hope you won't regret it."
Han Jiyun just thought she was losing her temper and said softly: "Be good and I will treat you well."
Fake Chonglian looked at him expressionlessly: "Close your eyes."
Han Jiyun got goosebumps inexplicably, but thinking that she might bleed heavily after taking so much anti-aging medicine, she endured the discomfort and closed her eyes gently.
Fake Chonglian's face changed. Whip marks suddenly appeared on her pale face, and several pieces of flesh were missing, as if they had been bitten off by some wild beast.
It sticks to Han Jiyun's face.
Chonglian's fingertips opened the area between his eyebrows, revealing a thin slit of blood.
It went all the way in.
Han Jiyun felt pain between his eyebrows and subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but Chonglian tightly covered his eyes:
"I have endured hardship for you, is it okay to declare my sovereignty?"
Han Jiyun said reluctantly: "How to declare?"
Chong Lian said hoarsely: "Let's put a mole between the eyebrows so that everyone will know that you and I are a couple."
Seeing that Han Jiyun hesitated and nodded again to agree to the verbal contract, she immediately bit her fingertips and sealed the old eunuch between his eyebrows.
The handsome young man, as gentle as jade, had a trace of blood between his eyebrows, which actually added a bit of color, making him look even more handsome.
But if an enlightened person takes a closer look, he will find that there is actually a remnant soul lodged inside, and the host is basically a ghost.
After Chonglian finished her good deed, she immediately pushed Han Jiyun away, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and lay down: "You have a guest today, so I won't keep you here."
Seeing that she was feeling uncomfortable, Han Jiyun suppressed his temper and tried to comfort her, but he heard the boy outside reporting:
"Master Hou, your classmate Mr. Xin asked a servant to come and invite you to have a drink at Keyun Tower."
Han Jiyun was stunned and suddenly looked at Chonglian.
The girl was petite and trembling slightly while hiding under the quilt, as if she was crying.
She was such a small, trembling mass, looking pitiful and fragile.
But just thinking about what she just said makes people shudder.
How could she possibly know there were guests?
Could she really tell fortunes and read fortunes? !
But he had to go with the invitation. He reluctantly coaxed her a few more words, claiming that he would call the doctor if he felt uncomfortable. But when he got out, he asked people to seal off the courtyard and told him that no one was allowed to enter the main courtyard until he came back.
After doing this, he hurried to Keyun Tower.
He felt a little uneasy and wanted to confirm something!
It must be confirmed!
In the private room on the third floor of Ke Yun Tower, Han Jiyun opened the door and went in. Mr. Xin, who was sitting inside, just raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Are you still willing to come?"
He saw Han Jiyun striding over, grabbing his waist, tearing off his clothes with a cold face, and then pressed himself on the table and stripped naked.
"Han Jiyun, you are so presumptuous!... Ugh!"
