The two lingered in intimacy for a while longer, with Pei Yuqing being the first to get up. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He wasn’t accustomed to having maidservants assist him, and Xie Wanqing had no sense of duty as a wife to help her husband dress. She simply lay sprawled on the bed, watching him dress on his own.

To be honest, his physique didn’t resemble that of someone sickly since childhood. His waist and abs were lean and firm, with very appealing muscle lines.

Her unrestrained gaze made Pei Yuqing pause as he dressed, glancing down at his own body before asking her, "Does it look good?"

Xie Wanqing was taken aback and didn’t know how to respond.

"Do you want to leave a mark?" he teased, "Then I’ll be yours and yours alone, how about it?"

But compared to hers, his bare upper body didn’t bear any ambiguous love marks, not even scratch marks...

"Aren’t you being childish?" Xie Wanqing frowned, "Even if I don’t leave a mark, aren’t you still mine alone?"

At her question, Pei Yuqing dared not deny it. Instead of lingering further, he swiftly dressed himself and then wanted to help her, but was refused, so he grudgingly called the maidservant inside.

By the time they had finished freshening up, it was already lunchtime. Fortunately, the elders were lenient, not insisting on strict morning and evening greetings, nor placing unnecessary expectations on the daughter-in-law.

In fact, Princess Duan Yang always believed her son had hidden ailments, so her attitude toward her daughter-in-law Xie Wanqing was always gentle. She would frequently send good things to the Xuanhua Courtyard.

Having been married into the Duke Pei Mansion for over half a year, with a gentle husband, a considerate mother-in-law, and an adorable, lively sister-in-law who treated her warmly, Xie Wanqing hadn’t suffered any grievances or cold stares, nor was there pressure regarding offspring. Her life was no worse than it was in her maiden days.

Compared to the hardships she endured in her past life at the Wuyuan Marquis Mansion, aside from not having children yet, this marriage has reached its pinnacle of happiness.

Thinking of offspring, Xie Wanqing gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

In her previous life, she married Lu Ziyuan. Although their relationship wasn’t exactly intimate, as long as he was in the Capital, there was no shortage of moments between them as husband and wife.

A cool and aloof teenager at eighteen or nineteen, once in bed, his energy and strength could make one want to cry, but nearly two years into their marriage, she never conceived.

Born into a noble family, raised carefully, well-versed in horse riding and archery, her body was in perfect health but... she just couldn’t conceive.

Not even once.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Yuqing asked, while serving her a bowl of nourishing chicken soup. He glanced at her hand and frowned, "Is your stomach hurting?"

"...No." Xie Wanqing took the soup bowl, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "You often take my pulse; is my body well? Are there any unknown hidden ailments?"

Her sudden question made Pei Yuqing tense up, "What exactly is uncomfortable?"

"Nothing’s uncomfortable, it’s just..." Xie Wanqing hesitated, "It’s been so long, why haven’t I become pregnant?"

Pei Yuqing: "..."

His gaze complicated, he asked, "Is Wanwan implying that I’ve been too polite these past few months?"

She wouldn’t allow him into her room, and he really kept his distance until he couldn’t bear it last night...

"What nonsense are you saying! I’m just worried about whether I can get pregnant." She said, remembering that they had only shared a bed twice... Not being pregnant was normal.

...Indeed, her words had a hint of implication.

Her face flushed, and she murmured, "I didn’t mean it like that."