He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 241 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 18

As if she knew who it was, Wen Yan didn't even look up.

Sitting by candlelight, her long, smooth hair cascaded down her waist, the faint candlelight refracting into different shapes in the damp air.

It gives the impression that they are waiting for someone.

Liang Jinglan's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

Ever since he met Wen Yan, his heart has been completely ruined.

You can hear the muffled thumping of a heartbeat if you get close enough.

Wen Yan glanced up, her gentle beauty accentuated by the soft, warm light.

A word popped into Liang Jinglan's mind—

wife.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her face flushed first.

Fortunately, the darkness concealed his presence, and he was some distance away from her. Wen Yan didn't notice the abnormality on his face, but she did notice the stiffness in his limbs. A succubus smile immediately appeared on her face:

"What are you standing there for, Lord Marquis? Aren't you coming over?"

Liang Jinglan's throat bobbed, his voice even deeper than the night outside the window: "They're here."

He closed the door and went inside.

The room was warm with a stove burning inside. She must have just finished bathing, as the ends of her hair were still wet, and a dark water stain remained on her plain white undergarment.

"You'll catch a cold if you don't dry your hair."

Liang Jinglan frowned slightly. After finding a dry cloth inside the room, he returned and stood beside her, carefully wiping his still-damp hair with his eyes down.

Wen Yan leaned back lazily against him, pressing against his taut muscles, the rapid beating of his heart eliciting a soft chuckle from her.

"How many times has it happened, yet you remain so tense, my lord?"

He stubbornly insisted, "No, it's just hot."

"Yes, that's right. It's hot, and Jinglan is full of youthful vigor."

The last few words were spoken with a drawn-out tone and a teasing tone. He paused while drying his hair, and after a moment, he leaned down and hugged the person leaning against him.

"Kanyan."

He groaned softly, his dark eyes filled with lust, blinking rapidly in the flickering candlelight.

It feels so unreal.

Only when you hold someone tightly in your arms do you feel alive.

"Ok?"

Wen Yan looked up at his drooping eyelids, freed one hand to touch his cheek, and touched his slightly wet eye sockets. She turned over, straightened up, and looked at him seriously.

"How old is the Marquis? Why are you still crying?"

His teasing words were tinged with affection, and Liang Jinglan felt like he was going to faint. He couldn't say anything, so he supported her lower back with his large hand, touched her still damp hair, and continued to wipe it for her.

Wen Yan was uncooperative, and he struggled to wipe her face, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He dared not look into her eyes.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when his hair was completely dry. The moment he put down the handkerchief, a soft touch brushed against his lips, moving gently and slowly towards the center.

Blood churned uncontrollably.

He placed one hand on her waist, controlling her supple waist, and cupped her cheek with his other hand, capturing her moving lips.

The oppressive feeling from being so close forced Wen Yan to lean back repeatedly, and the hand that was holding her cheek slid down to the back of her neck. The warm, wet touch felt like holding a piece of amber that was about to melt.

The bedding was fluffy, as if I were sinking into a ball of cotton.

Liang Jinglan was panting heavily, his arms braced against her neck, his eyes filled with desire, and beads of sweat fell onto her fair and pink face, sliding down and disappearing into her clothes.

His Adam's apple was dry, and the voice he forced out was rough and deep. He uncontrollably buried his face in his neck, persisting: "Research research research research research..."

But there was no next step.

He was reckless and afraid of hurting her.

Even though his muscles were trembling, he endured until his eyes turned bloodshot, still prioritizing her comfort.

Some stiff strands of hair brushed against her delicate skin, leaving light brown marks that resembled blooming plum blossoms, running downwards.

Wen Yan's eyes were brimming with tears, her gaze unfocused.

Liang Jinglan was in no better shape; his veins were bulging and he was having trouble breathing.

"Kan...yan?"

She nodded slightly, as if she had received a pardon, and he finally decided to take the plunge.

The brocade curtains swayed, and the sound of rain outside the window gradually intensified, pattering like a guqin melody that sometimes rushed and sometimes slowed down.

The next day, as dawn broke, sunlight streamed through the curtains and onto the bluestone slabs, gently waking Wen Yan.

She leaned lazily against the headboard, rubbing her lower back, exuding an air of arrogance. Her shimmering eyes glanced sideways at the person who had just entered, her expression a mixture of reproach and praise.

Liang Jinglan stepped forward to support her, helped her get dressed, and after she washed up, Yangyang rushed to have lunch.

Wen Yan's gaze kept lingering on him, and he shuddered, his puppy-dog eyes asking, "Yan Yan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

She shook her head slightly.

I'm just wondering, this guy's performance last night was too good, it makes me wonder... if he's studied it.

Wen Yan's eyes narrowed into long, thin leaves: "Has Your Excellency studied this?"

Liang Jinglan's face flushed, and she stammered, "...No, no."

Wen Yan touched his burning face, then pressed her fingertips against his reddened eyes, looking dangerous: "Jing Lan, don't lie to me."

"No, I haven't studied it. I just... I just asked someone for help."

He glanced at Wen Yan, then quickly looked away, feeling awkward: "You're not feeling well, and I'm afraid of hurting you. They say that first-time men are rough in bed, and I don't want to be like that and leave you with a bad impression, so I secretly learned some techniques."

Wen Yan felt slightly suffocated.

That's not all; I've been completely worn out!

He even asked, realizing his mistake, "Yan Yan, are you not satisfied? Then I can learn more."

Wen Yan buried her head in her food.

That's enough, that's really enough.

Liang Jinglan glanced at the people eating quietly and understood. Their silence meant they were satisfied.

It seems the method used last night worked; we should continue to use it from now on.

However, we can't rely on just one method; we need to explore multiple approaches to ensure long-term sustainability.

He made up his mind.

Stealing a glance at Wen Yan, he couldn't help but smile and happily served her food and soup.

Concerned about his reputation, he kept himself away from outsiders when the two were together, and he took on all the tasks that should have been done by servants, seemingly quite happy about it.

It would be even better if you could get rid of the habit of peeking from time to time.

When he was caught peeking for the ninety-eighth time, Liang Jinglan quickly turned his head away, pretending to look at the scenery. Wen Yan cupped his face and turned him to look directly at him: "If you want to look, then look openly. You've seen every part of me, so why are you shy?"

Liang Jinglan remained silent.

Can he say he was genuinely embarrassed?

No, he's a man, he needs to be more thick-skinned, even if his face is burning hot and needs to come out for some fresh air.

After Wen Yan finished speaking, she jumped past him and walked ahead quickly. Her face was hot, and she felt awkward, but there was also a strange sense of pleasure.

Beauty can indeed lead people astray.

The gentleman was waiting in the living room. He had already finished five cups of tea. He looked down at the sun and saw that they had reached the top.

"Has the Primordial Lord not risen yet?"

"This servant does not know. In the past, he would have gotten up, but I am afraid he is not feeling well. In the past, if Lord Wen was not feeling well, he would get up half an hour later."

The man nodded, feeling a pang of tenderness in his heart.

I'll go to the palace later to ask for some tonics; I've been suffering so much from being so weak.

The thought had barely formed when the victim arrived.

The gentleman took a few steps forward and saw that Wen Yan was walking slowly (from exhaustion last night), her face was pale (she has always been pale), and she was much thinner than yesterday (…), which made him even more worried.

Wen Yan bowed respectfully and said, "Sir."

As if afraid she would tire herself out, the master quickly helped her to get up: "Why are we being so formal? Yuanjun, don't overwork yourself. If you're not feeling well, take a rest."

Wen Yan stared at his loving gaze, puzzled. What was she tired about? Just last night…

and many more.

She squinted and turned to look at Liang Jinglan, who quickly shook his head.

No? Then it's alright.

Wen Yan coughed a few times: "It's nothing serious. I know my own body. How's the matter I entrusted to you yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, the teacher clapped his hands with delight: "It's done! As expected of my beloved student, he's incredibly insightful!"

Wen Yanping was dismissed from his post as a miscellaneous person.

"As you predicted, someone did tamper with the Ministry of War's files. I sent people to keep watch beforehand, and guess what? They caught them red-handed every time, hahaha."

"They still use that old trick of pouring oil and setting it on fire."

"They won't burn to death, hahaha."

Wen Yan didn't react as strongly as him, and nodded slightly: "Where is he?"

“I’ll detain it. Come on, let’s go take a look.”