The autumn garments were still thin, allowing Jiang Yu to almost feel his heartbeat skip a beat.
This time, Jiang Yu hadn’t intended it, but her every gesture carried an even more provocative undertone.
After three years in the Pei residence, this delicate flower had been nurtured to become increasingly fresh, tender, and alluring.
She was a flower personally cultivated by Pei Xiao—no traces of anyone else could be left on her.
Everything about her belonged to him.
Pei Xiao tightened his grip on her ankle and gently blew on it. “Yu’er, didn’t you say your foot hurt? Perhaps the venom hasn’t been fully extracted. Let me help you.”
What venom hadn’t been extracted?
The toxin had clearly already dissipated!
Jiang Yu felt like crying but had no tears. Her sweet words were merely to prove that her feelings for him remained unchanged.
She had no desire to engage in strange activities with him in the carriage!
“Husband, I-I’m not in pain anymore!”
“Patrons, this is a Buddhist Pure Land. Please exercise self-restraint.”
Suddenly, the Old Abbot’s unhurried voice came from outside the carriage.
They had already arrived at Azure Cloud Temple.
The carriage was tightly sealed, and Jiang Yu couldn’t fathom how the Old Abbot had detected their actions.
But she could imagine that with the Grand Secretary’s visit, there must be numerous young monks with palms pressed together surrounding the carriage outside.
Jiang Yu quickly retracted her leg, pressing her hand to her lips to signal Pei Xiao not to let them become a laughingstock.
Pei Xiao returned to sit beside her, casually brushing off his sleeves.
But he showed no intention of alighting from the carriage. Instead, he gripped Jiang Yu’s chin.
Embarrassed and frightened, Jiang Yu whimpered and tried to push him away.
Yet Pei Xiao braced one hand against the carriage, trapping her in his embrace. His deep, magnetic voice teased by her lips, “Yu’er, keep your voice down. Don’t let others hear.”
How shameless!
Jiang Yu’s earlobes burned as she glared at him fiercely.
Unfazed, Pei Xiao raised his voice, “Reverend, please wait a moment. My wife and I have matters to discuss.”
Jiang Yu: …
She absolutely did not!
Jiang Yu felt her face burning with humiliation as she struggled desperately with both hands.
Unfortunately, Pei Xiao was too tall and broad; a single hand was enough to restrain her. His kiss descended upon her without warning.
How was this any different from kissing in public?
In the cramped space, their breathing sounded even more distinct.
And outside the carriage, the chaste Buddhist disciples watched with scorching gazes.
The abbot and his disciples stood baking under the scorching sun for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, yet the couple showed no sign of emerging.
Everyone exchanged puzzled glances.
“The Grand Secretary sent word that his wife was poisoned. Could her condition be critical? Should we check inside the carriage?”
“I thought I heard a woman’s pained cry earlier…”
…
The monks would never imagine that the upright and honorable Grand Secretary would engage in such improper behavior right before their eyes.
Jiang Yu hadn’t expected it either. After their wedding night, he had grown increasingly unrestrained, daring to act recklessly anywhere.
Jiang Yu’s hands dug fiercely into his shoulders.
But it only felt like a kitten’s scratch—ineffective against Pei Xiao.
On the verge of tears, Jiang Yu faintly heard approaching footsteps from outside.
“Pei Xiao, stop this nonsense!” Beads of sweat formed on Jiang Yu’s nose.
She truly wore the expression of someone caught red-handed.
Pei Xiao tilted his head and chuckled, a husky tone escaping his lips, “Then tonight… shall we continue this in our room?”
After all this circling, he still wanted to return to share a bed with Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu found it unbelievable. “This is a temple!”
Time was growing late. Since Jiang Yu needed medical treatment, they were inevitably staying at Azure Cloud Temple tonight.
This was a place of purity—how could he behave so improperly?
Moreover, Jiang Yu had no desire to be intimate with him at all!
Jiang Yu shook her head.
Pei Xiao didn’t attempt to persuade her. Instead, he lifted her chin, preparing to kiss her again…”Master, should we go in and take a look?” The monks discussed among themselves, gradually gathering around.
If they were to lift the carriage curtain, they would see the entwined lovers.
Would they still be able to face anyone after that?
Jiang Yu shuddered and hurriedly said, “Alright! We’ll talk about it tonight!”
“Talk later?” Pei Xiao gently bit her lips, still refusing to let go.
Though his strength wasn’t great, Jiang Yu felt as if her whole body had frozen solid, occasionally glancing at the gradually approaching shadows.
Suddenly, the carriage curtain was lifted.
“Let’s sleep together!” Jiang Yu blurted out.
At the same time, over a dozen heads leaned in to peer inside the carriage…
Pei Xiao swiftly scooped Jiang Yu up in his arms.
Jiang Yu was terrified, hurriedly pulling up her veil and turning to hide in Pei Xiao’s embrace.
Qian Ren, noticing the lady’s flushed face like a red apple, stepped forward with concern: “Wasn’t the lady only injured in the foot? Why is her face swollen too?”
“Bitten by a poisonous snake!” Jiang Yu reacted quickly.
Hearing that the bite was on the face, the Old Abbot nervously approached, “There are many acupoints on the face. If the face is injured, we must examine it immediately.”
As the group closed in, Jiang Yu had backed herself into a corner.
If the veil were removed, her swollen lips would make things even harder to explain.
Jiang Yu shot Pei Xiao a helpless and resentful glare.
But under the gathering stares of the crowd, her expression gradually shifted from anger to fear.
Her dewy almond-shaped eyes appeared particularly captivating.
Pei Xiao turned sideways, blocking the abbot’s view, “My wife is delicate and beautiful – she shall not be seen by other men.”