The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 993 -s 987-988 Can’t Wake Up in the Morning

She leered at him with a lascivious grin and proudly declared, "Little guy, don’t even think about escaping from my Mount Wuzhi tonight. Be smart and surrender obediently, or else if I accidentally hurt you, don’t blame me for not being gentle."

"Youyou, don’t add fuel to the fire!" Jin Zijin sighed helplessly, "I just wanted the atmosphere to be better."

Gu Youyou: "..."

How was she supposed to know he was imagining such things? She thought he was reluctant again.

Her movements stiffened.

Jin Zijin lay flat on the bed, lifted his hands, and cushioned them behind his head, presenting himself for her pleasure with a submissive look.

He curled up the corners of his lips and chuckled softly, "Look at how anxious you are."

Damn...

You repressed man!

Gu Youyou, feeling embarrassed, lost her balance and fell onto him.

Jin Zijin chuckled softly, comforting her.

The night before, Gu Youyou’s aunt had sneakily delivered to her an ancient, hardcover edition of the Spring Palace Map, along with an old, bashful woman to explain it.

Following the old cliché, the old woman would get more and more enthusiastic as she spoke, while the girl would blush more and more, and in extreme cases, might even burst into tears.

But the old woman had misjudged, vastly underestimating Gu Youyou’s thick skin. In the end, it was Gu Youyou who gave the old woman a lecture on physiological sex education, turning the old woman’s face alternately red with embarrassment and pale with awkwardness.

When she left, her expression was as if she had seen a ghost.

Madam Lin waited outside the courtyard and asked her how it went. Did she understand?

She said, "Your young mistress is like a goddess descending to earth; Madam, you worry too much."

Madam Lin’s face was a sight to behold.

Had it been any other compliment, she would have been very pleased, but what was the meaning of being praised for this?

Gu Youyou always had to have the last word, and she retorted immediately.

"If you don’t understand, just say so. I can teach you!"

She felt Jin Zijin’s thick skin wasn’t as thick as that old woman’s last night.

After hearing this, Jin Zijin’s eyes darkened. He sat up straight, firmly pulling her onto his lap and said, "It seems I really have worried too much!"

When she woke up, the bed was no longer occupied by just her, rare mornings when she could see him lying beside her.

On countless nights they had embraced in their sleep, but when she woke up in the morning, he was always gone, leaving her feeling bereft, unsure if it had all been just a dream.

Now, she could turn her head and see his face, brimming with a gentle smile; this was real.

Gu Youyou slowly moved closer and gently kissed his face.

Jin Zijin, whose eyes hadn’t opened yet, immediately pulled her into an embrace and whispered without opening his eyes, "Sleep, you can rest easy; we don’t need to go to the palace to greet the Empress."

Gu Youyou paused slightly and said, "Is that really okay?"

According to the rules, they should have gotten up early to go to the palace and present tea to the Empress.

"It’s exhausting to keep up appearances," he said.

Since that was the case, Gu Youyou didn’t know what else to say.

Jin Zijin had reached a point where he didn’t even want to pretend anymore.

Gu Youyou remembered that Jin Zijin had always been good at keeping up appearances; it seemed the Empress had disgusted him to the extreme, to a point where he didn’t even want to pretend.

"Do we still need to meet the Emperor then?"

Last time Gu Youyou saw that Jin Zijin didn’t seem to dislike his father as much as she had thought; they appeared rather harmonious.

"No need," said Jin Zijin upon hearing this. "Both of them are the same."

Hearing such words, Gu Youyou was stunned for a moment.

The sky was already bright, and her body still felt extremely lethargic.

Squinting her eyes, Gu Youyou unconsciously fell asleep again.

She was a disciplined person who seldom indulged in sleeping in, let alone continuing to sleep after waking up late.

Jin Zijin was even more disciplined than Gu Youyou; he had never had such a relaxed moment in his life, so he too continued to sleep in.

Outside, the maids waiting to serve their masters were a sight to behold; breakfast time had passed, and it was almost time for lunch. Why hadn’t they called for service yet?

Warm water was replaced again and again; their legs had gone numb from standing.

"Move aside, everyone. The master hasn’t called yet, what are you all doing crowding the doorway?" Xiang Chun, as the most capable maid at the mistress’s side in this residence, straightened her back, trying not to let the other maids in the house look down on her.

She knew that the maids by this mistress were not like ordinary maids; they were all palace maidens brought from the palace, always deeming themselves superior.

The maid holding the basin looked disdainfully at Xiang Chun and huffed, "This is the etiquette that must be adhered to. What would a disrespectful girl like you know? If you don’t understand, just stay out."

Indeed, they were very impolite to her.

Xiang Chun, unfazed, countered with her hands on her hips, "I may not know what the rules are, but I know how to make the Prince’s wife comfortable. Standing around the doorway like this will make our mistress uncomfortable, understand?"

This was something Gu Youyou had told her before; she informed her that the maids in this residence were all palace maidens from the palace, suggesting she deflate their arrogance.

As Xiang Chun reasoned, Gu Youyou guessed that among these maids were people from the Empress, not all entirely trustworthy.

Yue Rujing looked over from a distance, petting Abao’s soft fur and sighed softly, "It’s about time the master had a lazy morning; he’s still not up yet."