Punishment

Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Punishment

After the palace banquet was over, Song Qingan naturally returned to Changning Palace.

"Bamboo smoke, go prepare hot water."

From yesterday to now, Song Qing'an hasn't had much rest. Now that those things are over for the time being, her tense heartstrings relax, and she suddenly feels tiredness coming in like a tide.

Only a good bath can relieve this fatigue.

The hairpin ring is removed, and all the clothes are taken off; the bare feet touch the water surface lightly, the water vapor is dense under the water, and the delicate white jade legs are looming.

Song Qingan immersed his whole body in the water and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Song Qingan had sent all the maids in the bathroom out. During this rare moment of relaxation, she didn't want anyone to pry.

Gentle warmth enveloped her whole body, and the comfortable numbness made her feel satisfied and exhausted. Song Qingan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly submerged under the water.

"Lord Palmprint?"

Zhu Yan was standing outside the bathroom, and when she suddenly saw Pei Qing, she couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Thinking that it was Cuizhu who was on duty outside, Zhu Yan figured it out.

If it were Cuizhu, the palm print would probably have been put in directly.

Pei Qing didn't care about Zhu Yan's impoliteness. He nodded towards the bathroom: "Go down."

Zhu Yan was still a little hesitant at first, but under Pei Qing's increasingly sinister gaze, she finally chose to obey: "Yes."

That's all, Master Zhangyin still entered through the main entrance. He probably didn't want to do anything to the princess.

Zhu Yan cleverly led all the maids outside the inner hall down, and for a moment it was empty except for Pei Qing.

Pei Qing's eyes were heavy and he looked at the bathroom for a while. He didn't rush to open the door, but was now wandering around the inner hall outside the bathroom.

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows when she saw the jade steps placed in the middle of the dressing table; when she saw the lamps on both sides of the bed, Pei Qing unconsciously curled her lips.

She was quite docile.

But the little bird who made a mistake... still deserves to be punished.

Pei Qing walked slowly to the bathroom and gently opened the door.

At this time, Song Qing'an just emerged from the water, bringing out countless steaming steam. In the room full of mist, her back was turned to Pei Qing, her jade arms ran through her wet hair, like a fairy in a jade pond.

Song Qing'an pushed her hair in front of her body, and the faded butterfly wings on her back fell into Pei Qing's eyes.

Pei Qing's footsteps were so light that Song Qing'an didn't notice that there was another person here until Pei Qing's cool fingertips touched her shoulders and back.

Song Qing'an was shocked and immediately realized that this was not bamboo smoke.

She subconsciously wanted to turn around to look, but the person behind her moved faster, and her shoulders were held down with such force that she couldn't move.

Hearing a chuckle behind him, Song Qingan's whole body tensed up.

Why is Pei Qing here... Where is Zhu Yan? Zhu Yan's little hooves...

Song Qing'an cursed in his mind while paying attention to Pei Qing's movements behind him.

"Princess, don't move, let our family serve you."

Pei Qing said, took the wooden ladle placed aside, scooped up hot water and washed Song Qing'an.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he rubbed the butterfly wings on her back a few more times until the area glowed red, which was particularly eye-catching against the surrounding fair skin.

Hot water poured down from the top of her head, Pei Qing took the hair cream and rubbed it gently in her hair. Song Qingan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes like crow feathers cast a shadow.

Pei Qing can be the superior's censor, and his ability to serve others is naturally the best. His technique is appropriate and his strength is just right, but Song Qing'an has no time to enjoy it.

The more gentle and kind Pei Qing is to her, the more terrifying she becomes.

"Princess, it's time to get up and wipe yourself." After washing off the hair cream, Pei Qing's voice was warm, but it was particularly harsh to Song Qing'an's ears.

Song Qing'an slowly stood up from the water, with water droplets still dripping from the ends of her wet hair. Pei Qing had already taken the cotton towel aside and put it on her body in time.

He helped Song Qing'an get out of the tub and sit down on a chair nearby. Pei Qing wiped her body slowly, but it was a bit... too meticulous.

A few strands of hair were wet and stuck to Song Qing'an's face, and the dimples on his face were flushed. It was unknown whether it was due to the steaming heat or shyness. Perhaps because Pei Qing was rubbing against him, Song Qing'an's whole body was tense, and even his senses were much more sensitive.

With his eyelashes quivering like crow feathers, Song Qingan didn't dare to look at Pei Qing, and stared at the floor tiles in fascination as if he were deceiving himself.

Song Qingan couldn't help but tremble when his fingertips touched his waist through the cotton towel.

Pei Qing slowly wiped the water droplets off her body from bottom to top. At the end, she added: "Princess has lost some weight."

In fact, what he said was right. Song Qing'an had been deprived a lot of money in the cold palace in the past few years, and he was already slimmer than his peers. But in this situation, when these words fell into Song Qing'an's ears, they had other meanings.

Her face turned red again, especially when she saw Pei Qing taking her little coat...

"The princess seems to like this color very much."

As he said that, Pei Qing leaned over and whispered in her ear: "The princess gave it to our family last time, and we still keep it well."

Seeing Song Qing'an's neck start to turn red, pleasure flashed in Pei Qing's eyes.

He put the small coat on Song Qing'an, and the red lace turned over between his pale fingers, and finally tied into a beautiful knot.

After doing this, Pei Qing finally decided to let Song Qing'an go and left the bathroom to wait in the inner hall.

Song Qingan touched his face and felt the heat on his face.

…

Pei Qing didn't wait long when he saw Song Qing'an coming out of the bathroom wearing a robe.

She was only wearing a middle coat, and underneath her snow-white color, there was a hint of red.

Seeing Pei Qing standing next to the dressing table, Song Qingan obediently walked over and sat down in front of the mirror.

"So Pei Zhangyin came to look for me...is there something wrong?"

Song Qingan lowered his head, his hands folded on his knees silently tugging at the fabric underneath.

"Our family misses the princess, come and have a look."

Pei Qing said as he began to wipe Song Qingan's wet hair.

"Pei Zhangyin, just let Zhu Yan and the others do these things."

"How can it be possible?" Pei Qing said lazily, moving her hands constantly, "Since the princess has promised our family her affection, we should also show her affection."

"Isn't it?"

It happened that the cotton towel was completely wet, so Pei Qing threw it away and took a new one.

Song Qingan closed his eyes and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Sure enough he knew.

Sigh... She lamented in her heart, how should she explain it to him?

"Pei Zhangyin has... treated me well enough."

Song Qing'an raised his head and looked at the bronze mirror, smiling with Pei Qing in the mirror.

"But our family feels... maybe it's not enough."

Pei Qing also looked into the mirror and looked at Song Qing'an. The coolness in his eyes made her feel suffocated.

"Otherwise...why would the princess still think about others, huh?"

The last note was soft, and Song Qingan's scalp tightened, and he was forced to lean back and look into Pei Qing's dark eyes.

Song Qing'an's pupils shrank, but Pei Qing continued: "Didn't our family tell the princess...that she should be more obedient?"

The calloused fingertips gently stroked her cheek, caressed her lips, and then downward, the palm of his hand covered her delicate neck.

Pei Qing's handsome and cold face slowly approached, and his tone was gentle, but Song Qing'an could clearly see the sinister look in his eyes.

"But the princess bullied me..."

Song Qing'an's heartbeat quickened slightly. Although Pei Qing pulled her hair, the force was just right and it did not cause her any pain.

Maybe, things aren't that bad after all.

Song Qing'an's eyes softened, water vapor brewed, and he called softly: "Mu Zhi."

Pei Qing's eyes paused slightly at this sound, and Song Qing'an even said aggrievedly: "Have I ever deceived Mu Zhi..."

Saying that, Song Qing'an tentatively pulled the hand on his neck. Seeing that Pei Qing made no move, she took his hand and pressed it on...the left side of his shirt.

"Mu Zhi, look," Song Qing'an smiled, his eyes like two crescent moons, "it can't lie."

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