Just then, Nezha burst in like a gust of wind, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Mother! Father! I'm back!"
Lady Yin was terrified, her whole body trembling.
Fang Xian was still on top of her; if Nezha noticed their position, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Fang Xian...stop it..."
Fang Xian, however, remained calm. He grabbed a large robe from the side and hastily wrapped them both up to avoid revealing too many clues. Then he looked up at Nezha, a mischievous smile on his lips.
"Nezha, why did you run in?"
"I saw Father is back, so I wanted to see him."
Nezha ran to the table, saw Li Jing snoring on it, and tilted his head, saying:
"Why is Daddy sleeping?"
Fang Xian explained with a mischievous grin, "Your daddy drank too much and needs to rest."
Madam Yin hurriedly raised her hand to push him away, trying to remove his hand from her chest, but she couldn't budge it.
Nezha's gaze fell on the two of them, and he asked curiously.
"Then, Mother, what are you and Brother Fang Xian doing?"
"We're playing a game."
"Oh, then I'm leaving."
"Hmm, your mother and I will play a little longer."
Ao Run, standing to the side, was dumbfounded, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, thinking to himself: This is possible?!
Fang Xian is simply outrageously wicked, teasing Madam Yin like this, but judging from Madam Yin's expression, she's clearly completely smitten.
...
In the late-night room, the smell of alcohol still lingered. Li Jing was still fast asleep, slumped over the table, while Nezha had long since been coaxed back to his room.
Madam Yin gently tapped his chest with her fingertips, her voice thick with a nasal tone, as she scolded,
"You're so mean... so very mean... how could you bully me like this..."
"Wife, don't you think this is exciting and fun?"
"Fun what..."
Madam Yin's eyes were hazy, her eyes slightly red, and her voice trembled with a sob.
"Since I met you, I haven't had a single day of peace... you've bullied me so much, I've become unlike myself... why are you always so domineering, so mean..."
"Perhaps, this is the real you."
Fang Xian raised his hand, brushing away the stray hairs from her cheek, his gaze fixed intently on her.
"No... I wasn't like this before..."
Madam Yin shook her head, her nose brushing against his neck, her breath hot.
"It's all your fault...you forced yourself on me, and now you've completely made me your woman..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly tightened her arms around Fang Xian's neck, her voice low and almost a whisper.
"But why do I love you so much..."
"That's because I love you too."
Madam Yin finally understood that from the moment she met Fang Xian, the obedient Madam Yin who guarded the General's Mansion had vanished.
Now, she was his woman, completely and utterly his.
...
As dawn broke, Li Jing finally woke up, rubbing his throbbing temples.
His hangover made his head throb. Opening his eyes, he saw the table littered with wine jars and bowls, but Fang Xian and Madam Yin were nowhere to be seen.
He propped himself up on the table and staggered towards the inner room.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw the two sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. Fang Xian, with his eyes lowered, was gently combing Madam Yin's disheveled hair, his actions unusually intimate.
Madam Yin's cheeks flushed slightly. Seeing him enter, she hurriedly tried to pull her hand away from Fang Xian's, but he calmly held it down.
"Husband...you're awake?"
Madam Yin's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible panic, and she subconsciously adjusted her clothes.
Li Jing frowned, his gaze sweeping between the two before finally settling on Fang Xian.
"Nephew, last night you..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but caught a glimpse of the lingering languid charm in Madam Yin's eyes, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.
Fang Xian, however, spoke first, his tone as natural as if nothing had happened.
"Brother Li, you drank too much last night. My wife and I were worried you'd catch a cold, so we tried to help you back to your room, but you were sleeping too soundly. We could only let you rest outside for now."
He patted Madam Yin's hand and then smiled,
"Madam was exhausted most of the night. I just helped her catch her breath and rest a bit."
Li Jing looked at Madam Yin with some skepticism.
"Is that so?"
"Yes…yes."
Madam Yin nodded quickly, continuing Fang Xian's words,
"You were completely drunk, and my nephew Fang Xian helped you a lot, managing to get you to rest until late at night."
She deliberately avoided Li Jing's gaze, picking up her outer garment and handing it to him.
"Husband, quickly wash and change. I'll go tell the kitchen to prepare breakfast."
Fang Xian also stood up, walking to Li Jing's side and affectionately patting his shoulder.
"Brother Li, your alcohol tolerance is amazing, but you sleep soundly when you're drunk. By the way, I heard you say last night that the fighting at the front has temporarily ceased. What are the subsequent arrangements?"
This question precisely diverted Li Jing's attention. His brows relaxed, and he began to talk about military affairs, instantly forgetting his earlier doubts.
"Speaking of which, His Majesty has another reward for returning to court..."
The two walked out side by side. Fang Xian responded while glancing out of the corner of his eye at Madam Yin's relieved expression, a sly glint in his eyes.
Upon reaching the door, he suddenly turned back, giving Madam Yin an ambiguous look, his mouth silently uttering three words:
"See you tonight."
Madam Yin's cheeks flushed, and she glared at him fiercely, but couldn't help curving her lips into a smile.
This thrilling maneuver was ultimately resolved with ease by him.
Meanwhile, Ao Run, who had just woken up, witnessed everything and sighed inwardly.
Fang Xian truly has a firm grasp on people's hearts.
Li Jing, oh Li Jing, you would never have imagined that your seemingly virtuous nephew, with whom you chatted so amiably, had already made your wife his.
Madam Yin has been completely...
—Conquered.