Ji Yu was montarily stunned.
Very quickly, Su Yan’s intention beca clear to him.
Was it because she was worn out last night, intending to cut off all future service at the waist?
Ji Yu’s gaze lowered for a mont.
How could one savor her taste and then abstain?
His voice dropped montarily.
"Marquis, was there anything Ji Yu neglected in serving yesterday?"
His voice was deep, close to Su Yan’s ear.
Feeling the burning breath by her ear.
Su Yan shook her head.
"Not really."
She thought it was precisely because he served too well that it exhausted her.
Ji Yu held Su Yan, speaking slowly.
"Ji Yu was bought by the Marquis, to serve both in daily life and in matters of the bedchamber.
Now that the Marquis doesn’t allow Ji Yu to serve, Ji Yu finds it unsettling in his heart."
Su Yan listened to his final words about unease.
Could not help but turn her head to glance at him.
"You, you..."
Su Yan hesitated.
Ji Yu, pressed closely to Su Yan’s neck, made it so Su Yan could not see the expression on his face.
Ji Yu closed his eyes, his thin lips lightly brushing against her delicate skin.
"Marquis, Ji Yu is fearful."
His slow voice fell.
Su Yan paused for a mont, finally, falling into his embrace,
"Well, just serve as usual, as for the bedchamber, do as you wish."
Her hand clasped Ji Yu’s hand, attempting to comfort his insecure male concubine’s ’anxious’ little heart.
Ji Yu curled his lips, his breath hot against Su Yan’s ear and said
"Yes, my Young Master."
Su Yan did not notice, from start to finish, Ji Yu held her in his arms in a possessive posture.
Which insecure and timid little male concubine could be so domineering and matter-of-fact?
Thus, Su Yan lived each day under the anxious service of her male concubine.
...
For the past month, it was unclear why the Third Prince had been unusually frequent in visiting the Marquis Mansion.
Originally, he ca once every few days.
Now, he cos once a day, sitting with Ji Yu in the pavilion for several two hours.
If it weren’t certain that the Third Prince had no affection for Longyang, Su Yan would have thought he had taken a fancy to Ji Yu.
Recently, there has been so unrest in the court.
The Emperor is unwell.
Pushing about half a month without attending court.
At present, the Second Prince is holding the reins of governnt.
For so reason, the Emperor has yet to appoint a Crown Prince.
Leading to everyone in the court handling the matter of the next emperor’s succession with caution.
Afraid to choose the wrong side.
After all, betting incorrectly would be a matter of losing one’s head.
Morale in the court is heavy.
Each day after court, Su Yan’s father would spend a two hours with her.
Su Yan could perceive that her rough father was growing increasingly sullen.
The Third Prince seed unchanged.
Still each day dressed flamboyantly, with a lazy deanor.
Each day he sat in the pavilion, listening to Ji Yu play the Ancient Zither, the two drank tea together.
Leaning against the stone table, as if half-asleep.
On this day, Su Yan returned from her father’s place.
It was rare that Mr. Su did not spar with Su Yan.
Instead, he spoke so things about the Marquis Mansion.
Speaking as he did, he sighed long, finally stopping.
After hearing Mr. Su finish, he signaled her to leave.
Only then did Su Yan walk back from the courtyard.
Upon entering, she heard the Third Prince’s countless tis of ’enticent’
"Ji Yu, co with , Your Highness.
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