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Chapter 567: Bliss
Chapter 567: Bliss
"Mommy!"
The little one pointed everything out to Meng Qianqian, eager to show her.
Held in Lu Yuan’s arms, she kept trying to crawl towards Meng Qianqian. To prevent her from falling, Meng Qianqian had to stay very close to Lu Yuan.
The crowd surged, noisy and bustling.
Yet, Meng Qianqian could clearly hear the rustle of their sleeves brushing against each other.
Each sound seemed to echo in her heart.
She paused, taking a deep breath.
With her great vengeance still unfulfilled, how could she indulge in thoughts of romance?
Encountering Zhaozhao was a blessing from heaven, but she, burdened with deep hatred, had no right to yearn for a peaceful and stable life.
With that thought, she took another deep breath, gradually calming her restless heart.
Suddenly, a hand with distinct knuckles clasped hers, its long, jade-like fingers slightly cool as they gently squeezed her hand.
Her eyelashes trembled.
Lu Yuan said, "Has the Grand Marshal ever told you that the first condition of being with him is not to overthink?"
Meng Qianqian muttered, "Why are you the Grand Marshal again?"
Lu Yuan replied coldly, "Didn’t you call me that first?"
Meng Qianqian had no response.
Piggy was asleep, her little face pressed against Lu Yuan’s shoulder, her soft body snuggling close, occasionally making little sucking sounds in her sleep.
Lu Yuan held her with one arm, exuding a fatherly strength.
And the hand he held Meng Qianqian’s with provided the tenderness of a husband.
This man always did things this way—never saying sweet words, never doing anything bad.
He silently entered her heart, disrupting her inner peace.
Lu Yuan said, "The Grand Marshal doesn’t necessarily need a child. One little brat is already enough trouble."
"Uh-oh!"
The little one, still asleep, seemed to have heard her father’s complaint and let out a fierce cry.
Meng Qianqian laughed.
The untimely sadness and uncertainty vanished instantly.
His fingers were cool, but she felt a warmth spreading through her.
She blinked and asked, "You don’t want one, and neither do your parents?"
Lu Yuan replied without hesitation, "If I want one, I can have one."
Meng Qianqian: "Oh."
Lu Yuan paused, "No, are you really not planning to…?"
"Hmm?"
Meng Qianqian looked at him with wide eyes.
Lu Yuan looked away, "Never mind, it’s nothing."
Meng Qianqian understood.
He appeared strong, but he never forced her in matters of love.
Well… using her to dispel the cold poison didn’t count.
She was willing, not just out of gratitude.
There were many ways to repay someone, and it didn’t necessarily involve giving her body.
She was determined to drag her enemies to hell, and she might be doomed as well.
So, the only thing she could give him was her body.
"Grand Marshal."
She raised her eyes, her gaze soft and warm.
"What is it?"
Lu Yuan asked coldly.
Meng Qianqian smiled, "I miss my great-grandmother. I’ll write a letter tonight. Can you help me send it to her, Grand Marshal?"
"Sure."
Lu Yuan answered lightly, gripping her hand tightly.
As if afraid she might slip away, as if he never wanted to let go of her hand again.
Meng Qianqian: "Grand Marshal."
Lu Yuan: "What is it now?"
Meng Qianqian: "Just calling."
Lu Yuan said, "Meng Xiaojiu."
Meng Qianqian looked at him curiously, "Hmm?"
Lu Yuan said calmly, "Nothing, just calling."
Meng Qianqian smiled knowingly.
A vendor selling peace locks approached with a smile, "Sir, buy a pair of peace locks? They can be used for both sons and daughters, bringing good fortune and happiness!"
Lu Yuan said, "She won't give me a son."
The vendor was taken aback.
Lu Yuan continued, "If you can persuade her to have my child, I'll buy all your safety locks."
The vendor was speechless.
Meng Qianqian gently shook their intertwined hands. "Don't talk nonsense."
Lu Yuan huffed. "What nonsense? You don't want to give me a son, or I wouldn't buy his safety locks?"
There was no getting past this topic.
Meng Qianqian pointed to the candy skewers ahead. "I want to eat some candy skewers."
Lu Yuan cut to the chase. "You don't like them."
Meng Qianqian said, "Sometimes, I want to try things I don't like."
Lu Yuan replied, "Do you feel the same way about men you don't like?"
Meng Qianqian closed her eyes.
The conversation couldn't go on.
"Come out."
Lu Yuan spoke calmly.
Meng Qianqian's eyes flickered, and she immediately focused, noticing a furtive figure. She turned around, her gaze sharp.
The person, realizing they were exposed, stopped hiding and bowed to Lu Yuan. "Your Highness."
Lu Yuan's expression was icy. "You've been following us all this time. Satisfied?"
The person remained silent, head bowed.
Meng Qianqian frowned internally.
This person had been tailing them, and she hadn't noticed.
In the past, she wouldn't have allowed this.
It was all because of him, disrupting her state of mind.
Lu Yuan said coldly, "Are you going to confess, or should I treat you as an assassin?"
The person knelt on one knee. "I was ordered by His Majesty to secretly protect the Heir Apparent!"
Lu Yuan chuckled. "You were supposed to keep an eye on me, weren't you, to see if I acted suspiciously?"
The person's head bowed even lower.
Meng Qianqian suddenly understood. "That's why you suddenly came shopping and lingered for so long. I thought you were really keeping me company."
Lu Yuan scoffed. "What is he to me?"
Meng Qianqian's heart pounded again.
Lu Yuan's lips curved slightly. "Looks like he hasn't lost his mind. If he truly trusted me, it would make me uneasy."
Meng Qianqian's cheeks turned red, and she mumbled, "Hmm."
He was right. The Liang Emperor had lost his memory, and their words were one-sided. The Liang Emperor could believe them or others.
The Liang Emperor still had his judgment, proving that the Heart Devouring Parasite hadn't destroyed his intellect.
He was still the emperor of supreme wisdom.
That was the logic, but not everyone could be so understanding.
Lu Yuan was also an extremely wise person, deeply devoted to the Liang Emperor.
Lu Yuan said to the Shadow Guard, "Your task given by my grandfather has failed, and the punishment won't be light, right?"
The Shadow Guard clenched his fingers nervously.
Lu Yuan beckoned to him.
The Shadow Guard stepped forward.
Lu Yuan handed him the sleeping child. "Take her back to my grandfather to report. It will save your life."
The Shadow Guard carried Bao Zhuzhu and left.
Lu Yuan called Cui Hu. "Follow him."
Cui Hu was startled. "What?"
Lu Yuan said coldly, "What do you mean, what? If he's a traitor, remember to take the child back!"
Cui Hu, hearing this, quickly used his lightness skill to catch up.
Meng Qianqian looked at him oddly. "What are you doing, sending two people away at once?"
Lu Yuan's lips curled, and he leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Do what you want."
His warm breath tickled her ear, making her ear tips tingle.
Her ear tips turned slightly red, the flush spreading down to her ears.
Lu Yuan led her to an elegant courtyard.
Meng Qianqian asked, "Where are we?"
"A newly purchased residence."
Lu Yuan entered the courtyard, dismissed the servants, and led her to a room that exuded a faint floral fragrance.
As he pushed open the door, Meng Qianqian grabbed his hand, "No!"
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, "You've been thinking about it all the way. Are you sure you don't want to?"
Meng Qianqian's face remained calm, "M-me? What are you talking about?"
Lu Yuan pushed the door open and pulled her inside.
"I said no—"
In the struggle, she stumbled and fell into the room, but Lu Yuan steadied her.
She lay in his arms, looking at the shelves of books and the neatly arranged writing materials, slightly stunned, "You... you wanted to bring me here to write a letter?"
Lu Yuan, with his hands behind his back, said casually, "Didn't you say you wanted to write to your great-grandmother?"
Meng Qianqian cleared her throat and said seriously, "Oh, I did say that."
Lu Yuan looked at her meaningfully, "Or did you think something else? Was I wrong?"
"No, no, you weren't wrong! I'll write it now."
Meng Qianqian felt so embarrassed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.
Had she taken the wrong medicine, or was she bewitched?
How could she have thought he wanted to spend the night with her?
She quickly picked up the brush, but in her panic, she dripped ink on the table.
She grabbed a handkerchief to wipe it, but accidentally knocked over the inkstone, spilling ink all over herself.
Trying to clean the ink, she tripped over a stool.
Lu Yuan watched her flounder in panic, trying to act composed, and couldn't suppress the smile that crept onto his lips.
She tidied up for a while, but the more she cleaned, the messier she became.
Lu Yuan walked behind her, bent down, and carried her in his arms.
Meng Qianqian hurriedly said, "I haven't finished cleaning... I didn't mean to..."
Lu Yuan replied, "Someone will clean it up."
Meng Qianqian wrapped her arms around his neck, blinked, and asked, "What are you doing then?"
Lu Yuan carried her out of the study, "Doing what needs to be done."
Meng Qianqian looked at him directly, "What exactly is that?"
Lu Yuan kicked open the door to the bedroom, "What I've been thinking about all this time."
He stepped over the threshold with long, graceful strides.
This was a luxurious and meticulously decorated bedroom, with every piece of furniture and decoration tailored to her taste.
Behind the screen was a beautifully carved canopy bed.
He placed her on the soft bed.
Meng Qianqian clutched his shirt, staring into his eyes, "This time... it's not about the canopy bed, right?"
Lu Yuan looked at her intensely, restraining himself, "What do you think, my lady?"
Meng Qianqian whispered, "Right now... are you Huang Changsun or the Grand Marshal?"
If he was the Grand Marshal, it was justified.
If he was Huang Changsun, he would still need to court her.
Lu Yuan pinned her hands above her head, his deep, magnetic voice enticing her, "Today, I'm the Grand Marshal. Tomorrow, I'll be Huang Changsun."
Meng Qianqian's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
The only sound she could hear was the pounding of her heart.
His eyes reflected her dazed expression.
She saw him reach out and remove her hairpin, letting her black hair spill over the bed.
She also reached up and removed his hairpin, letting his dark hair fall and intertwine with hers.
He waved his sleeve, drawing the curtains, and leaned in for a deep kiss.
(End of Chapter)
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