Chapter 7: Inheriting Pets

Since the end of the selection, both inside and outside the palace, there were mixed feelings.

A few days ago, after Dong E sent news back home asking her family to investigate Wanyan Wanxi's situation and discuss ways to suppress her after she was bestowed to Yinti, she not only did not get the information she wanted, but was also harshly reprimanded.

Seeing Dong E's gloomy appearance after the old lady entered the palace, Yiniang couldn't help but sigh lightly. In fact, the old lady was right. A noble lady like her did not need to make a big fuss. If things went wrong, it would not only anger the master but also make the emperor think that Dong E did not raise her daughter properly.

Jealousy was not a good reputation.

"Madam, the master still respects you," Yiniang said in a low voice, seeing Dong E still wearing a frown.

Dong E held the teacup, her eyes filled with a sense of desolation, and choked out, "But respect is never what I wanted."

"Madam, everything needs to be taken step by step. You know the master's temper. He does not tolerate any disobedience," Yiniang said, taking the teacup from Dong E's hand and handing her a new one.

Dong E, with her eyes downcast, said with endless bitterness, "If I can't disobey, then do I have to watch one woman after another take away my scarce favor?"

Dong E's voice was filled with endless desolation. If time could turn back, she would definitely try harder to please him.

"Madam, you are overthinking. Even if Wanyan enters the mansion, she is just a noble lady. You are the madam, standing shoulder to shoulder with the master. If you keep making a fuss, you will only anger the master, and in the end, Wanyan will still gain favor. It's better to let things take their course. After all, every family's backyard is not lacking in new faces," Yiniang, who had raised Dong E, knew what she was thinking.

Dong E naturally understood this reasoning, but she felt uncomfortable and unwilling to accept reality.

When Wanxi entered the palace, Dong E directly handed the matter over to Yiniang to handle, to avoid feeling more distressed.

Yiniang understood Dong E's thoughts but had to do her best to handle the matter. After all, Wanyan was a noble lady bestowed by the emperor, and her status was different. If she handled it carelessly, it would inevitably give the impression of disrespecting the imperial intentions.

When Wanxi was brought into the room, she looked calm. She had never thought that Dong E, who appeared virtuous on the surface but was actually malicious and jealous, could give her a good reception. Looking at the room in front of her, without the bright red candles and festive atmosphere, she didn't feel like she was getting married. Where could Dong E even start?

But the courtyard looked decent and orderly. Wanxi could guess that all of this was not from Dong E's hands, but from the hands of Yiniang, who was by her side.

Yiniang was Dong E's nursemaid, acting carefully and maturely. With her help, it was no wonder that Dong E could still sit steadily in the position of the main madam, even after losing Yinti's favor. If it weren't for Yiniang and Aunt Tong, Dong E would probably be suppressed like the fifth and seventh madams, unable to turn the tables in her lifetime.

Unfortunately, even if Yiniang and Aunt Tong were capable, they couldn't match Yinti's unpredictable temperament. Otherwise, Wanxi guessed that with Yinti's vengeful nature, even if Dong E could escape in her previous life, the people around her would not survive!

When Yinti entered the room, he saw Wanxi sitting on the bed in a pink ceremonial dress, playing with the jade bracelet on her wrist. Hearing the movement, she slowly raised her head, meeting Yinti's eyes that flashed with surprise.

In the dim light, Wanxi's originally delicate and beautiful face looked even more charming, as if confirming the saying, "A beauty under the lamp becomes more enchanting the longer you look." Yinti's eyes darkened, and he reached out, pulling a chair to sit opposite her.

"Your servant pays respects to Your Highness," Wanxi pretended to be flustered as she got up to bow, but at that moment, she clearly noticed the astonishment in Yinti's eyes. This discovery brought a hint of joy to Wanxi's heart.

Qi Yiniang had once said that Wanxi's gracefulness was different from others, and her delicate figure was as alluring as the willow by the lake. At this moment, Wanxi's graceful posture and the loose ceremonial dress could not conceal her slender figure, exuding a fatal allure.

Yinti's eyes dimmed, and his throat moved involuntarily. He patted his thigh and said, "Come here!"

Yinti's voice carried a hint of hoarseness, clearly a sign of his emotions. With narrowed eyes, Yinti couldn't help but mock himself. He, who prided himself as an expert in love affairs, unexpectedly had an impatient day.

Wanxi's lips curled slightly, feigning shyness as she hesitated and then slowly walked over to him, obediently sitting on his lap. "Master..." Her voice, soft and delicate like a little cat, tickled Yintong's heart.

At that moment, Yintong no longer wanted to restrain himself. He stood up, lifted her up and carried her to the bed in long strides, not waiting for Wanxi's reaction.

Meeting his intense gaze, Wanxi couldn't help but feel nervous, her palms sweating as she pressed against his sturdy chest, timidly asking, "Master, will it hurt a lot?"

Yintong lifted his head and whispered in her ear, "I'll try my best not to let you suffer."

Even though she had lived two lifetimes, in bed, Wanxi was never a match for Yintong. For him, a seasoned player in such matters, it was effortless. For Wanxi, even if she lived another lifetime, facing such a situation was not something she could easily handle.

In the end, as long as he made a move, she would be powerless.

The commotion in the room continued for a long time, until the moon rose in the west and gradually quieted down. However, Wanxi's low sobbing continued. Lin Chujiu, who was guarding outside the door, couldn't help but feel that this Lady Wanyan was different. Even he, a rootless person, found the sound bone-chilling, let alone the young master.

The two masters didn't call for anyone, and Lin Chujiu and the others didn't dare to enter. But judging from the situation, Lin Chujiu knew that there would probably be an extraordinary figure added to the backyard.

About an hour later, Yintong's lazy voice came from the room, "Someone, prepare hot water."

Lin Chujiu responded immediately and had the kitchen send over the hot water, carried in by the maidservant.

Wanxi had no strength left to care about any of this. She lay limp in Yintong's arms, letting him do as he pleased, whether to bathe her or not.

Yintong looked at the sleeping Wanxi, his eyebrows slightly raised. It was unclear whether he was in a good mood because he had satisfied a certain aspect, or whether this woman in his arms was already different to him.

In any case, the usually indifferent Yintong not only carried Wanxi into the clean room, but also personally cleaned her before finally embracing her to sleep.