Favoring Qie Over Wife (46)

When she woke up on a bed that had newly replaced silk sheets, Song Jia regretted that she did not have energy left to beat Zhao Cheng up.

Three days.

Three days he had tormented her, not leaving her for a second. Their meals were eaten on the bed, and because Song Jia could not walk and was too ashamed to look at her maidservants in the face, it was Zhao Cheng who eagerly helped her take her daily bath.

Her mother had once told her that a woman believes conquering a man's heart would make him belong to her forever, while a man believes conquering a woman's body would make her forever belong to him.

Song Jia did not believe that this principle applied to Zhao Cheng, but this was how she felt after she had been tossed by him again and again, with no end in sight. Song Jia became uncertain if she was truly awake for the most of it. There were times when she would faint and the instant she opened her eyes, she would feel him buried inside her, their bodies still joined together.

Then he would feel her slight movement and he would be ready to do it again, lighting up the fire in her body no matter how much Song Jia could not endure any more pleasure.

She had no idea how many times he came inside her. Song Jia tried several times to make him pull out, but Zhao Cheng only hugged her closer and drove himself even deeper as if warning her not to spill a single drop. So Song Jia had no choice but to secretly take several contraceptive pills from her storage ring. These she brought in cases of emergency, but she did not truly think that they would be used.

Fortunately, fortunately...she was wise enough to bring them.

She had done so much to transform herself into becoming a model virtuous wife. Now that they were about to peacefully divorce, she could not make a child from her womb complicate matters.

"Jia'er, you woke up?"

Zhao Cheng entered into her room carrying a tray with an enamel-lidded bowl and a famille-rose porcelain square teapot. He was wearing his palace robes, so he would probably go back to the palace today.

"En." Song Jia reached for the teacup, but drew back her arm in shock when she saw a kiss mark on her pale wrist. She glared at Zhao Cheng, "Wang ye was very merciless, tormenting qie day and night."

Zhao Cheng placed the tray on the bedside table and rubbed his nose, "Is wang fei's body very sore?"

Even the delicious bird's nest soup inside the bowl did not quell Song Jia's anger. Her eyes were full of fire as she shot back at him, "What does wang ye think!"

"En, en, I was very wrong, Jia'er has every right to punish me." Pushing down the desire that rose up inside of him when he saw her 'coquettish' appearance, Zhao Cheng sat beside her and made her lean on his embrace as he fed her a mouthful of soup. "I'll bring a physician to take a look at your body later on, Jia'er should just continue to rest inside the zhengfang."

Song Jia obediently swallowed the soup he fed her. She asked, "Is it Wen daifu? I haven't seen him for so long. Is he alright?"

A touch of darkness entered Zhao Cheng's eyes before it flitted away like a mirage, "Physician Wen Heng Zhi is still recovering, so he can't come. I asked for a different physician."

Zhao Cheng did not say that he specifically gave requirements to look for a physician that was very old, very ugly, and already had a wife. If he was also impotent, that would be even better.

"Oh. Is his injury very bad then?" Song Jia was not aware that the man beside her was already choking from vinegar and continued to ask questions.

The reason Zhao Cheng beat him up, Song Jia concluded after a long time of pondering, was because he and Wen Heng Zhi had been fighting during that time in the Qi Qiao festival. So when Zhao Cheng saw him again, he immediately punched him. As far as she was concerned, she was only a bystander that got caught up in their drama.

As for Zhao Cheng's jealousy...eh, what is that? Does it exist? In Song Jia's mind, Zhao Cheng's heart was full of Bai Mei Lien. She had already accepted that not even a cubic nanometer of space would be given to Li Jia. If it was a pie chart, Li Jia would be the non-existent crust.

From the beginning, Song Jia had already adopted a mindset of 'let the four winds blow as they will, I will remain standing steadfast still.' Protecting the monarch at all costs was her main goal, while peacefully divorcing Zhao Cheng was her second goal. She was only a wang fei in name, so no matter what, she could not kick up a fuss.

"Jia'er is very worried about Physician Wen? Hmm?" His voice was still clearly gentle and affectionate, but why is it what when she heard it...shivers went down Song Jia's spine and her heart trembled for some unknown reason...?

"Wen daifu has treated me before, the two of us can be superficially regarded as friends." Without knowing why, she started inching far away from him.

Zhao Cheng curled his arm around her waist and pulled her back into his embrace without a change in his expression, "Only meeting twice, and Jia'er already feels close with Physician Wen. Is this what they call 'one look and deep in love'?" [1]

Song Jia opened her mouth to say that he was saying nonsense, but he did not let her respond. He was too afraid of what she would say. So Zhao Cheng sealed her lips with his, and the two tumbled back into the bed, their clothes thrown in a heap on the floor. For a while, not much was said.

Then Song Jia finally separated herself from him, gasping out a breath, "About Wen daifu...I don't..."

Regardless of what she was about to say, Zhao Cheng did not like his name to come out from her lips. He lowered his head and silenced her mouth. Then, he steadied her hips with his hands and drove himself deeply into her without warning.

Song Jia was still slippery from his previous release, so his penetration was met with not much resistance.

"Ahh!"

Her eyes grew wide as his fast pace did not give her time to adjust. Her voice turned into gasps, her eyesight began to blur, and her mind became empty.

In that kind of way, the three days Hongwu Emperor gave Zhao Cheng to spend with his wife became four days.

[1] Chinese idiom for 'love at first sight.'