The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 268: Devotion to the Dao, Severing All Affection

Chapter 268: Devotion to the Dao, Severing All Affection

Ye Siheng watched coldly.

The housekeeper mama, with a stern expression, said, "Step aside."

Even if they weren’t severely punished, they could no longer remain in the prince’s mansion.

Nanli glanced at the remaining maidservants, took out the Truth Talisman, and, with a wave of her hand, affixed it to each one of them, including Rainbow and Chun Bao.

"Mama, start questioning," Nanli instructed.

"Yes," the housekeeper mama nodded and began interrogating them one by one.

Indeed, there was one who, unafraid of death, confessed the truth as soon as the Truth Talisman was applied.

The housekeeper mama’s face darkened, and she immediately ordered the guards to take the person away.

Just as Nanli had said, they would leave the prince’s mansion horizontally.

In the courtyard, the servants’ faces appeared ghastly pale under the moonlight. The cold wind blew, causing them to tremble slightly.

The effect of the intimidation was achieved. Ye Siheng’s expression softened a bit. He said, "I have always been fair in rewards and punishments. Serve well, and you will not be treated unfairly."

He then instructed the housekeeper mama, "Reward each remaining maid with ten taels of silver."

The maidservants of Liuli Pavilion, still sweating from fear, were suddenly overjoyed at the silver reward, and they smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Your Highness."

After this ordeal, they understood the stakes and would surely keep their mouths shut tightly in the future.

As night deepened, Nanli, after her bath, lay in bed reading, waiting for Ye Siheng to return.

She was a bit tired, her eyelids heavy, and the book in her hand slipped down as she dozed off.

When Ye Siheng returned, he saw her in the dimly lit bedchamber, leaning against a soft pillow, her head tilted to one side, her long black hair cascading down, highlighting her slender, fair neck.

He paused, his throat moving involuntarily, then slowly approached, picked up the fallen book, and attempted to lay her down properly.

As he moved, Nanli opened her eyes, her gaze soft and sleepy, her voice gentle, "Why did you take so long in the bath?"

Ye Siheng estimated the time, "Not long, just about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea."

Nanli moved inward, making space for him.

Since they had shared the same bed, they had not slept apart.

Ye Siheng climbed onto the bed, first tucking her in carefully, then using his internal energy to extinguish the candles on the table.

But as soon as he lay down, Nanli wrapped herself around him, her limbs entwining with his.

His body stiffened and heated up, feeling her softness against him.

Taking a deep breath, he whispered, "A’Li, like this... I can’t sleep."

"If you can’t sleep, then do something else."

"Are you going to draw talismans again?" Ye Siheng knew that if inspiration struck her, she would go to the study to draw talismans regardless of the time.

Nanli sighed softly.

She didn’t understand much, but she cuddled closer.

In the dim light, her warm lips left a mark on his face, then moved to bite his Adam’s apple.

Ye Siheng’s breath hitched, his body heating up even more.

"A’Li..." He grabbed her wandering hand, "Calm down."

Nanli, feeling his resistance, was instantly disheartened.

She stopped moving and said, "Don’t you like this? I’ll look for something else to learn."

Fortunately, she had the housekeeper mama prepare a few more books.

Ye Siheng immediately understood, both amused and exasperated, "Were you reading those kinds of books just now?"

"Yes." Nanli admitted openly, "I skimmed them on our wedding night but didn’t learn much. Now that we need it, I thought I should study properly."

In the apocalyptic world, she had mastered all kinds of Taoist arts but was clueless about this aspect.

Seeing her about to get out of bed, Ye Siheng quickly held her down, "No need for that. Didn’t we agree to consummate our marriage later? Don’t worry about what others say."

Nanli was silent for a moment, "It’s not about what others say, but you are my beloved. You lie beside me every night. I can see and hold you, but can’t do anything more. It feels pointless."

Ye Siheng felt a surge of happiness. He loved hearing her say such things.

But he still gently coaxed, "Be patient, just a little longer."

Somehow, a voice in his mind kept urging him not to consummate their marriage.

Nanli pouted, regretting her earlier promise to Ye Siheng.

She sprawled out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible, the bed being large enough for her to stretch out comfortably.

"I need to research if I can draw a contraceptive talisman," Nanli said.

Ye Siheng’s mouth twitched, "You always have such strange ideas."

Nanli retorted, "What’s so strange about that? I don’t mind being laughed at, but some troubles are unavoidable."

Ye Siheng didn’t understand her meaning at the time.

But two days later, he did.

Emperor Muwu summoned both of them to the palace and then sent Nanli to Fengxi Palace.

"Summon Imperial Physician Shen," Emperor Muwu ordered, then turned seriously to Ye Siheng, "If you have any health issues, speak up. Imperial Physician Shen is an expert in this field."

Ye Siheng frowned, "Brother, ever since the curse on my legs was lifted, I have been in good health."

Besides, what field was he referring to?

Emperor Muwu had already dismissed the attendants, so he spoke frankly, "We’re both men, no need to pretend. You say you’re fine, but why haven’t you consummated your marriage with Miss Six? Don’t hide your ailment. The palace has the best medicines to help you regain your vitality."

Ye Siheng’s temples throbbed. He said, "Brother, it’s not a health issue, it’s just that given the current circumstances..."

"I understand," Emperor Muwu interrupted, patting his shoulder with a knowing look.

Men never wanted to admit such things.

Ye Siheng’s frown deepened, unsure how to explain.

Imperial Physician Shen arrived quickly.

Diagnosing the Ninth Prince for such a matter made him nervous.

Emperor Muwu insisted Ye Siheng extend his hand. Imperial Physician Shen quickly took his pulse, pondering how to phrase his words without offending the prince.

To his surprise, Imperial Physician Shen looked up and said, "Your Highness has a strong pulse and ample energy. There is no issue."

Emperor Muwu was astonished, "Are you sure, Imperial Physician Shen?"

If so, why hadn’t the couple consummated their marriage?

Imperial Physician Shen checked again and confirmed his diagnosis.

Ye Siheng showed no emotion, withdrawing his hand and slowly adjusting his sleeve, "Brother, I told you, I am in good health."

Emperor Muwu scrutinized Ye Siheng, suddenly feeling distressed, "Could it be that Miss Six is too devoted to the Dao, severing all affections?"