RPAGF Chapter 166 Like Grinding Ink
Chapter 166 Like Grinding Ink
After the meal, Wen Jiayue had the wet nurse take Zhaozhao away.
She racked her brains to come up with an excuse.
“Zhao Zhao cried a bit last night, and I didn’t sleep well. Let Zhao Zhao sleep in the side room tonight.”
She casually instructed, "I will trouble the wet nurse to take good care of her."
The wet nurse nodded: "Don't worry, Madam."
Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief and went back to her room to wash up.
Shen Fuhan had already washed up and was casually flipping through the travelogue she had been reading these past few days.
He wasn't paying close attention; he would glance at her every now and then.
However, his expression did not seem to be urging, but rather inquiring.
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips; the way he was looking at her was too strange.
She couldn't help but wonder if she had done anything in the past few days that was significantly different from her previous life, making him suspicious.
After thinking it over, there was nothing suspicious about it.
Why would he see her that way?
Meeting his scrutinizing gaze, Wen Jiayue steeled herself and crawled into bed.
Shen Fuhan put down his book and leaned over to blow out the lamp.
Wen Jiayue's vision immediately became dim, and the moonlight was blocked by the tall figure as he leaned down and pressed down.
She was taken aback. Was she overthinking things because he was in such a hurry?
Shen Fuhan suddenly bit her lip, forcing her to come back to her senses.
Wen Jiayue hummed in response. He paused for a moment, but did not offer the usual reassurance.
The already limited warmth vanished completely.
As her consciousness ebbed and flowed, Wen Jiayue noticed that Shen Fuhan was unusually silent tonight.
And it was really bad, stuck in a rut, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
In a daze, she felt that he was grinding ink, letting the ink flow all over the inkstone, but he seemed completely unaware and kept grinding.
Wen Jiayue didn't urge him, but just trembled as she hugged his lean waist tightly.
Shen Fuhan asked in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you say it?"
Wen Jiayue was somewhat confused. She was about to ask "What did you say?" when she let out a soft, seductive moan.
She bit her lip, not daring to speak again.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her brows were furrowed, but she never said "I want it".
Shen Fuhan brushed her long hair behind her ear and asked in a hoarse voice, "Weren't you quite bold in front of others last night?"
Wen Jiayue took a deep breath before managing to speak: "What are you saying?"
Shen Fuhan repeated in a low voice what she had said: "Guard Ling will not consummate the marriage."
Wen Jiayue's eyes widened instantly, her blood seemed to freeze, and her body stiffened.
How did he know she said that?
Suddenly, she remembered Lin Qianqian; Shen Fuhan must have asked her about it today.
Even if Lin Qianqian dared to lie to him, their stories didn't match up, so she had no choice but to tell him the truth.
"How do you observe so carefully?" Shen Fuhan pinched her chin. "Who else have you observed?"
Wen Jiayue instinctively sensed danger and tried to break free from his hold, but at that moment he lowered his waist.
Caught off guard, her breathing immediately became rapid, and she sobbed, "Shen Fuhan...you..."
"You've observed me?" Shen Fuhan said unhurriedly. "Tell me about it."
Wen Jiayue was unable to utter a single word; even her soft moans became fragmented.
Shen Fuhan still wouldn't let her go, asking in a hoarse voice, "On the day we consummated our marriage, did you observe me? Would I?"
He had never talked so much before, but Wen Jiayue didn't want to listen. Her whole body was burning up, so she quickly covered her ears.
Shen Fuhan, however, did not do as she wished, and raised her hand above her head, squeezing it tightly.
After a night, Wen Jiayue woke up exhausted.
In a daze, she seemed to still hear Shen Fuhan's words whispered in her ear, words that lingered in her mind.
Ruyi strode in, and hesitantly asked, "Madam, are you alright?"
She looked Wen Jiayue up and down, but didn't see any obvious marks. Instead, she looked even more beautiful and charming.
However, the lady's crying last night was quite loud, and she thought she had been bullied badly.
"It's okay," Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. "I promise I won't say anything carelessly again."
She originally said those words to comfort Lin Qianqian, but little did she know that Shen Fuhan would press her for an explanation.
He was too crazy last night, and Wen Jiayue still felt a little palpitations when she thought about it.
Even worse, he pressed him for details about their wedding night.
Her head was still spinning, and after so many years, she couldn't remember clearly, so he took the initiative to help her recall.
She finally remembered that Shen Fuhan back then was far from being as at ease as he is now; he was impulsive and impatient, leaving her powerless to resist.
Recalling last night, Wen Jiayue couldn't help but tremble, and didn't want to think about it anymore.
Help me up.
Dressed neatly, Wen Jiayue's legs were so weak she could barely walk.
She cursed Shen Fuhan eight hundred times in her heart, but there was nothing she could do.
After lunch, she was still feeling a bit weak and lay back down.
As Ruyi massaged her to help her relax, she said, "Speaking of which, today is the palace selection. I wonder how many concubines will enter the palace."
Wen Jiayue paused for a moment. She had been so busy these past few days that she had almost forgotten about the palace selection.
However, she didn't need to worry about this matter; it was expected that Miss Yun would be chosen.
But she was still worried that things might change, so she said, "This is a blessing that you can't ask for. Go and send someone to inquire and see which noble ladies in Chang'an have such good fortune."
An hour later, Ruyi returned to report.
Hearing Yun's name on the list, Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief.
Just like in her previous life, Miss Yun was granted the title of a seventh-rank Imperial Concubine.
However, in another month, she will be promoted two ranks to become a talented woman, and from then on, she will enjoy undiminished favor.
By then, they should be able to meet.
Wen Jiayue lowered her gaze, and could now make eye contact with Li Zhilan.
She kept wondering why Li Zhilan waited three years to make a move against her, since Shen Fuhan had left Chang'an several times during that period, giving him plenty of opportunities to strike.
She had also speculated that perhaps there was something fishy about that trip out of Beijing, and that Li Zhilan knew that Shen Fuhan couldn't care less about others, so she ruthlessly killed him.
Or perhaps, it was only then that Li Zhilan truly fell for Shen Fuhan and no longer wanted to spare her life.
Or perhaps, he simply wanted to kill her, and if that's the case, then he killed her.
Perhaps none of her guesses are correct, but she will find the answer.
She needs to work hard to become "friends" with Li Zhilan; the more she knows, the more leverage she'll have.
She knew her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree. If she really couldn't win, her fears would still come true. At least she would still have bargaining chips.
At the very least, she wanted to protect her daughter.