Suddenly, the words of his mother echoed in his ears.
Speaking of his pri age, if he couldn’t control himself...
Of course not.
He wouldn’t allow himself to be so unrestrained.
He never would, ever since he was young.
Song Yanqing forced himself to sleep.
In his heart, he silently recited the Classic of Filial Piety, and after finishing the Classic of Filial Piety, he recited the Analects...
So it was.
Ultimately, he got through the night this way.
The next morning.
Song Yanqing, naturally tired in body and mind, got up early for the morning court.
Just as he walked out of Xie Ruilin’s room, he saw Xie Ruotong wearing a blue outfit not far ahead of him.
Xie Ruotong also saw Song Yanqing.
Out of courtesy.
She approached and saluted, "My lord, good morning."
"Up so early?" Song Yanqing said, his tone neither warm nor cold.
But it was.
Just a normal exchange of courtesies.
"I thought to go out early for the morning market." Xie Ruotong replied.
Song Yanqing did not ask further.
He walked ahead briskly.
Sitting in the carriage, Song Yanqing closed his eyes to rest.
He hadn’t slept well the night before and wanted to rest for a bit.
Closing his eyes, the face of Xie Ruotong suddenly erged in his mind, along with her exposed neck...
Song Yanqing swallowed.
His Adam’s apple moved noticeably.
...
For three days.
Every day Ming Yufang would tell Song Yanqing not to stay in Xie Ruilin’s room, saying it wasn’t proper.
Song Yuanzhong also advised him to be mindful of his influence.
Xie Ruilin would coquettishly complain every night about how Ming Yufang had made things difficult for her that day.
Under such external influences.
And Song Yanqing, who had not had a good night’s sleep for two or three nights, even dozed off today in the scholar mansion, his ntal defenses began to crumble as well.
Seizing the mont when Xie Ruilin fell asleep.
Song Yanqing walked out of Xie Ruilin’s room.
It was still winter.
The outside was still cold.
But Song Yanqing felt, it was just right.
The cold air froze his body temperature, which, in turn, cald his thoughts sowhat.
"Young master, how can you wear so little standing outside in the winter." Mu Dong quickly took Song Yanqing’s thick cloak and draped it over him.
"Is the study ready?" Song Yanqing asked.
"Young master, the lady forbade to tidy up." Mu Dong expressed sowhat aggrievedly, "She said that if the young master has a bedroom but doesn’t stay there and stays in the study instead, it’s against propriety and decent behavior."
Song Yanqing’s expression turned cold.
He, of course, knew that his mother wanted him to go to Xie Ruotong’s room.
"Why don’t you go to the young madam’s room, young master. It’s not like you haven’t been there before," Mu Dong counseled.
In fact, Mu Dong did feel quite guilty towards Xie Ruotong.
At that ti when he thrust the Sword, he really did it with his eyes closed.
He truly didn’t expect to hurt the young madam so severely.
If anything serious happened to the young madam, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
Getting penalized with ten heavy boards was what he deserved, and he himself thought it was too light. Yet he didn’t expect that the young madam would personally bring him ointnt after his punishnt and explain the reasons for his punishnt, making him feel even more sorry towards the young madam.
So naturally, he was more inclined to favor the young madam.
"I see that both the old master and the lady are quite determined," Mu Dong added, "If the young master keeps resisting, both the old master and the lady definitely won’t make things easy for the young master, nor for the concubine. Moreover, with the young master having to attend court daily and being delayed every night for sleep, it’s definitely not good."
Mu Dong kept talking.
Song Yanqing also began to compromise sowhat.
Mu Dong said that it wasn’t the first ti he had slept in Xie Ruotong’s room.
Indeed, he had stayed there for a month.
The two had coexisted without issue.
Song Yanqing agreed, "Then let’s head over."
"Alright, Mu Dong will accompany the young master there," Mu Dong exhaled a sigh of relief.
He really feared that the young master would reject it.
But thinking about it, how could the young master refuse?
Not allowed to sleep in the study, both the old master and the lady pressing on, and fearing hurting the concubine by staying in her room, he really had no other choice.
When Song Yanqing arrived at Xie Ruotong’s room.
Xie Ruotong was already asleep.
Hearing the noise, she casually draped on an outer garnt and got up.
Song Yanqing entered from the outer room.
Fei Cui quickly greeted him respectfully.
"My lord, is there sothing you need from ?" Xie Ruotong asked him.
She already had an idea in her mind.
"My parents told to sleep in your room, I don’t want to cause unnecessary trouble at ho, during Lin’er’s pregnancy, I’ll stay the night in your room," Song Yanqing said coldly and distantly, without too much explanation, clearly not wanting to give Xie Ruotong any hope, "Fei Cui, prepare the bedding."
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