He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 71 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

Wen Yan has been extremely busy these past few days, trying to dispel the prefect's doubts and get him to give Bai Ze a more important position, while also secretly sabotaging Wei Yanlin.

As for the two concubines in the backyard, let's keep them for now and deal with them when we need to take action.

Wen Yan leaned against the soft couch, her draped skirt catching the last rays of the setting sun outside the window.

Xia He busied herself sorting through the trinkets that Wei Jiqing had sent over the past few days.

Silk, gemstones, rouge, hairpins... a whole basketful was delivered in just a few days.

Wen Yan half-closed his eyes, feeling lazy, and secretly thought to himself: This is really a straight man's way of coaxing people.

233 looked at the lazy Wen Yan and cautiously asked, "Sir, there's something you'd like to hear about?"

"explain."

"Uh, that Wei Jiqing... he took Chinese medicine." 233 swallowed hard and shrank back into the corner.

Wen Yan's brow twitched, a bad feeling creeping over her: "Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on them? How come they know Chinese medicine?"

233: "They gave me an aphrodisiac."

"Then?"

233 gritted her teeth and said, "Sir, aren't you two having a fight? I was thinking, maybe this will make things better for you."

233 glanced at Wen Yan's increasingly dark face and her voice gradually weakened.

Wen Yan: "Little bastard, you...you're really something!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Where is the man?"

"The study is now back in the front yard."

If it weren't for the fact that it was too late, she really wanted to beat the person up.

Wen Yan entered the front yard without any trouble and searched the house for a while, but couldn't find anyone.

Just as I was about to call "233" to activate the location service, a sound of water mixed with suppressed breathing came from behind the curtain.

233 Get out of here right now.

"Husband, are you there?" Wen Yan asked as she moved in that direction.

Wei Jiqing leaned against the bathtub, his lips pale from the cold, his voice hoarse: "Yanyan, go."

At least not now. Since we can't guarantee victory in this contest, we can't touch her.

Wei Jiqing forced himself to stay upright, his eyes red.

At the very least, we can't delay her getting married.

He raised his voice: "Don't come any closer, get out of here."

Wen Yan ignored him and pushed open the curtain, barging into this small space.

They made eye contact.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?"

She approached, her slender fingers resting on the rim of the wooden tub, where unmelted ice floated on the water.

Her hair clung to her cheeks, damp and hanging down, beads of sweat trickling between her lips and teeth, dripping down intermittently. Her thin nightgown clung tightly to her full chest muscles, outlining the contours of her abs.

It's so tempting to commit a crime.

Wen Yan: Xiao San San seems to be doing quite well too.

In the critical moment of saving his life, she didn't hesitate. She moved a few steps to his side, supported herself on his cold shoulders, and stood on tiptoe to kiss his thin lips.

A continuous flow of heat lingered on the soft surface, licking away the water droplets from the corners of the lips.

Wei Jiqing stiffened, and just as she was about to kiss him again, he turned his head away, and a warm kiss landed on his chin.

"Yanyan, I can't."

"Stop talking so much nonsense."

Wen Yan roughly turned his head and kissed away his emotional tears: "I am your wife, what's wrong with that?"

"You're not still thinking of sending me away, are you?"

She looked at the man's shifty eyes, bit his neck in annoyance, then kissed him affectionately, pretending not to hear his heavier breathing, and continued her mischief.

The red mole beneath her lips appeared even more vibrant and eroded.

The small hand that was groping against his chest was suddenly grabbed, and he could barely hold on: "No regrets?"

"No regrets."

The man regained control, pressing down on the delicate flower and feeling her trembling.

"Go, go to bed."

Wei Jiqing kissed her deeply, then picked her up and carried her to the bed.

"Yan Yan, is this it?"

Wen Yan nodded helplessly, her eyes welling up with tears from the shock.

"Don't cry, Yan Yan. Such gentle eyes shouldn't be used to shed tears."

The red curtains rolled down, the red candles flickered, and the long-awaited bridal chamber was finally made up for.

The next day.

Wen Yan slowly woke up in his arms, feeling the soreness in her body, and gritted her teeth in anger.

Wei Jiqing is usually such a cold and aloof person, why is he so demanding in bed?

He made her cry and then coaxed her, and after coaxing her, he cheekily said he wanted to hear her cry.

"Awake?" He casually stroked her waist with his large hand, his voice somewhat languid.

Wen Yan slapped his hand away and bit him in anger.

He didn't say anything, but after she finished taking a bite, he leaned closer and said, "One on this side too, so it's symmetrical."

The scent of bamboo enveloped her, and a hand with calloused skin grasped her shoulder.

Simply shameless.

Wen Yan had no choice but to pretend to be asleep and ignore him, until something nudged her...

Another morning passed in absurdity.

Wen Yan rubbed her lower back and got out of bed to eat lunch; she was starving.

Wei Jiqing felt a rare sense of shame and served her diligently without complaint.

"Does my husband know who the murderer is?"

Wei Jiqing's eyes darkened. She already had someone in mind, but she didn't want to bring these troublesome matters to Wen Yan's attention.

He pinched Wen Yan's cheek: "There are probably a few, but I'm not sure."

Seeing his relaxed demeanor, Wen Yan stopped interfering. A dignified crown prince wouldn't suffer in silence.

Sure enough, a few days later, the minister who proposed sending concubines was dismissed from his post for embezzling the court's disaster relief funds.

Wei Yanlin has lost another great general.

Autumn had arrived in the blink of an eye, and the disaster in Jiangnan had been successfully quelled. Wei Yanlin was also preparing to return to the capital.

The Emperor was overjoyed and his smile never faded for several days. He ordered that a grand welcome banquet be held for the returning guest.

For a time, the Fifth Prince was at the height of his power, and he seemed poised to overshadow the Crown Prince.

Hearing the wind, Wen Yan stretched: Finally, work has begun.

"Xiahe, bring the pigeon soup that the kitchen is stewing. Let's go see the Crown Prince."

"Yes."

study.

As soon as Wen Yan opened the door, she saw Wei Jiqing with his brows furrowed, his worry practically written all over his face.

"My husband, is something troubling you? Could you tell me about it?"

After dismissing everyone, Wen Yan placed the food box on the table by herself, glanced back at him, and smiled.

Wei Jiqing naturally wrapped his arm around her waist, held her close, and watched her busy with her hands.

“Wei Yanlin is coming back. Father Emperor is hinting that he will delegate power to him.”

Wen Yan turned around, put her hands on his shoulders, and leaned against his arm: "Did Father Emperor do it because of his merit in quelling the floods?"

Wei Jiqing nodded.

[What if he stole the credit from someone else?]

Wen Yan was still smiling, and even had the leisure to smooth out his furrowed brows.

"Prefect Wu has sent many letters recently. Have you read them, my husband?"

Wei Jiqing rummaged through the desk, found Prefect Wu's letter, and casually opened it, reading it quickly.

The more I looked, the more surprised I became.

Did Wei Yanlin really steal the credit?