Yun Ya pressed against her even more firmly. This girl tasted too good, but pitying her for crying so much during her first time, he hadn’t dared to be too unrestrained last night.

Only now did she notice the unusual sensation in her body, and couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Get out, I don’t want anymore!” Returning along with the memories was the soreness and discomfort in her body. She complained bitterly, pushing him twice, but was pressed down beneath him, his hand on her snow-white back.

“Be good, listen, it will feel better soon.” Every twist of her delicate body could awaken his instincts. He soothed her without sincerity, and the bed that had been creaking all night began to squeak again.

He wanted to hear her crying and begging for mercy, just like last night.

Past midday, Chen Dachang looked up at the sky, then at the tightly closed door of the queen’s small courtyard.

He had knocked twice this morning, with no response.

Could something unexpected have happened? He felt uneasy.

Yu Haizhen walked over with a small monkey perched on her shoulder: “The queen hasn’t risen yet?”

Chen Dachang shook his head.

Yu Haizhen understood the worry on his face and laughed softly: “Coincidentally, I just went to find State Preceptor Yun, and his door was also closed, with no one answering.”

What was she implying? Chen Dachang recalled how, when he had secretly entered Yinzi City with the queen, one morning he had seen State Preceptor Yun leaving the queen’s room for breakfast…

He looked at Yu Haizhen, who winked at him: “Are you upset?”

Upset? Why should he be upset? Chen Dachang shook his head in confusion. Before he could speak, Yu Haizhen was already turning away with a yawn: “Looks like we’ll stay one more day. The hot springs here are quite nice.”

In this snowy weather, soaking in a hot spring was incomparably comfortable.

Chen Dachang called after her: “Madam Yu.”

Yu Haizhen stopped and turned back, her jade neck, slender waist, and full hips unintentionally creating a stunningly beautiful silhouette. After a night of snowfall, everything around was silvery white. Her exposed neck and delicate hands were also as white and tender as snow, enough to dazzle onlookers.

The inn had many guests, and every passing man would give her a few extra glances.

The monkey on her shoulder kept looking in this direction, or more precisely, at what Chen Dachang was holding. He thought nothing of it and raised the basket in his hand: “The pastries here are still warm. If you don’t mind…”

Before he could finish, Yu Haizhen asked: “What pastries?” The little monkey on her shoulder also stretched its neck, eyes gleaming.

After traveling together for over ten days, its relationship with Feng Miaojun and her servants had somewhat improved. Hu Tian was not a demon easily won over, but since even its master Yu Haizhen had set aside her prejudices against them, it saw no need to hold grudges either. After all, greatness lay in magnanimity.

“I just bought some duck fat pancakes, rose eyebrow pastries, and sweet fermented rice—all famous local delicacies.” These were what Feng Miaojun had specifically requested yesterday evening. He had made a special trip to buy them, only to find no one answering the door. If he waited any longer, the pastries would get cold, so he might as well give them away.

But at this moment, inspiration struck, and he didn’t speak these thoughts aloud.

Yet even without him saying so, how could Yu Haizhen not know? She snorted before turning to ask Hu Tian: “Would you like some?”

The little monkey naturally nodded repeatedly. Its nose was sensitive; it had been smelling the aroma for some time.

“Go get them.”

Hu Tian immediately jumped over, took the basket from Chen Dachang’s hand, grinned at him, and then quickly jumped back to Yu Haizhen.

The beauty before him returned a smile, then turned and walked away gracefully, like a willow swaying in the breeze.

Chen Dachang watched her leave, wondering why everyone today seemed as lazy as cats.

Feng Miaojun awoke slowly, first seeing several red plum blossoms amid the snow, which momentarily startled her. Upon focusing, she realized Yun Ya was holding her against him on a soft couch, facing the small courtyard outside the window.

The window was wide open, and though she was covered only by a thin blanket, she didn’t feel cold, only because the person she was leaning against provided an endless supply of warmth.

Yun Ya’s middle robe was open. She nuzzled her delicate face against his firm chest, feeling indescribably comfortable. In winter, this guy was much more effective than a bed warmer, making her entire body feel cozy.

Yun Ya raised his hand to gently stroke her smooth hair: “Comfortable?”

She nodded instinctively. Far from New Xia and Yao territory, she could pretend they were just an ordinary couple, basking in the afternoon sun of winter, enjoying the small happiness she had long yearned for.

His voice carried a hint of amusement: “I meant last night and this morning.”

He just had to bring that up! Feng Miaojun quickly pinched his lower abdomen: “It hurt terribly!” The first time, she thought she was being torn in half and cried from the pain. Though this guy coaxed and comforted her with sweet words, he only became more forceful below, eventually tormenting her like a madman.

By that point, her tears had no effect whatsoever.

Thinking of this, Feng Miaojun angrily delivered a few more pinches, leaving several crooked red marks on his abdominal muscles. Ah, they felt so good. Now she could openly touch—no, play with—this beautiful male body.

His little kitten was starting to sharpen her claws. Yun Ya caught her small hand. He wasn’t afraid of her ferocity; it was just that her scratching made him itch again, both physically and in his heart: “I applied medicine for you. It shouldn’t hurt anymore, right?”

Medicine? Feng Miaojun was surprised, only now faintly detecting the clean scent of medicinal herbs coming from below. It must be said that Yun Ya always produced good medicine. She secretly assessed herself and found that indeed, she had returned to normal—the soreness and pain were gone, and she felt quite dry. Only some weakness remained in her body, which no medicine could cure.

She glanced at the bed, noting that the bedding was neat, having been changed for new ones.

This guy was quite skilled at housekeeping. Thinking of the spotless small courtyard in his spirit bottle, she understood.

Feng Miaojun snorted, turning to lie on top of him, staring at him intensely: “Carrying such medicine with you—you’ve had impure intentions all along!”

This kind of secret medicine contained unusual ingredients, certainly not the standard supplies carried by cultivators who lived dangerous lives.

“Isn’t your husband considerate?” Though her gaze was fierce, Yun Ya wasn’t afraid. He massaged the back of her neck, sighing, “I’ve been prepared for a long time. Fortunately, we used it before the medicine expired.”

Feng Miaojun’s response was to bite his shoulder fiercely.

Then she noticed that his delicate collarbone was already red and swollen in patches, apparently her handiwork.

Yun Ya hissed in pain, then lightly tickled her waist with his finger. She giggled and released her bite.

As they played and laughed on the soft couch, the thin blanket slid to the floor, and Yun Ya’s gaze gradually deepened.

He stopped smiling.

Pressed closely together, Feng Miaojun immediately noticed his change and quickly picked up the blanket, wrapping herself tightly: “No more fooling around!”