Aier and Xie Yier are both women. Even if they did that kind of thing, it’s impossible for either of them to get pregnant. That goes against the most basic laws of biology!
Aier’s mind just couldn’t process it all at once.
Besides, Xie Yier is a Duke of the Empire! How could she possibly end up pregnant out of wedlock?
Countless waves of questions, theories, and shock crashed around in her mind! Physiology, politics, family reputation… it was all a complete mess!
Seeing Aier caught in a mental storm, Ailei finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. With a “pfft,” she burst out laughing.
“Hehehe…” She raised her hand to cover her mouth, mischief dancing so thickly in her eyes it nearly overflowed. “Just teasing you, silly!”
Aier snapped back to her senses, her cheeks instantly burning hot.
She was so embarrassed she wanted to crawl into a hole. Even her golden hair seemed to wilt a little. “Sister, you…!”
“Actually, it’s just because I was worried about you.” Ailei put away her smile, but her gaze stayed gentle as she explained, “The Royal Physician came by today. He said Her Grace’s discomfort was caused by emotional upheaval—her qi and blood got stirred up too much. To be safe, he recommended bed rest for a while and keeping a calm mind.”
Worried? Because she fainted at the Academy today?
Aier’s heartstrings seemed to be plucked, sending out a strange little ripple.
Wait, that’s not right. Why am I worried? She’s a Duke, with all sorts of treatments at her disposal, the best medical resources, a Royal Physician always on call, and medicine specially made for the Royal Family… What am I even worrying about?
Aier didn’t dare follow that line of thought to its possible conclusion. She just pretended nothing had happened.
She lowered her head quietly and mumbled, “Mm,” as a response, wanting nothing more than to turn this page and move on.
But Ailei clearly didn’t plan to let her off so easily.
“More than worrying about Her Grace…” Ailei suddenly changed the subject, her deep blue eyes landing on Aier with a knowing, teasing smile. “I’m more curious—did you skip class this afternoon to go on a date, little cutie?”
Aier’s heart skipped a beat. “No! I just went out for a walk…”
“Hmm?” Ailei’s voice was sly. “But the report I saw said you and the young lady from the Family of Teluowei Si ran out of the Academy hand in hand~”
Aier: !!!
Ailei chuckled softly, “Did you think just because the Spy took a break for a while, no one would be watching you anymore?”
“I… I was forced!” Aier blurted out almost immediately, her voice urgent and flustered.
“Oh? Is that so? Then why didn’t you refuse?” Ailei pressed on.
“I… I wanted to, but she just dragged me away. I… I couldn’t fight back…” Her voice grew softer and softer, frustration and helplessness mixing together.
With that kind of strength, able to carry me around everywhere, how could I fight back…
Aier’s face was completely red now, all the way down to her neck. Even her delicate earlobes looked like two ripe pink pomegranate seeds.
At that time, I was even more powerless than the pitiful husbands in those stories…
Watching Aier, so embarrassed she wanted to bury her face in her chest, Ailei let out a low laugh.
She didn’t tease any further. Instead, she reached out and gently ruffled Aier’s golden hair, which glimmered softly in the sunset.
She comforted her, “Silly girl, it’s not as serious as you think. If Her Grace asks, just tell her everything honestly, every detail. She knows you.”
After saying that, Ailei worried that Aier’s little brain might get stuck, so she kindly reminded her, “But don’t let slip anything about what happened with those two girls at noon.”
Aier’s delicate body trembled.
That kind of thing… Of course she understood!
Aier couldn’t help but feel like people were underestimating her. She was actually really smart, okay? She’d even gotten into the Royal Academy on her own abilities.
Ailei just smiled, tossing her long silver hair, not really paying attention to the little cutie’s complaints.
Back at the villa, Aier couldn’t help feeling nervous.
“But… will it really be okay?”
She recalled Ailei’s advice, and her mind flashed back to the night after Senior Mary showed her around…
No, wait, it’s starting to hurt a little down there again.
Aier unconsciously squeezed her legs together.
As they spoke, the two of them had already reached the grand staircase leading from the main hall to the master bedroom.
The air was thick with the rich scent of roses—Xie Yier’s usual fragrance.
Ailei stopped and stepped aside slightly. “Lady Xie Yier is resting inside. Go ahead, little Aier.”
Her gaze was gentle, with a hint of encouragement.
Aier took a deep breath, like a prisoner about to walk to the gallows.
Her small fists clenched and relaxed at her sides, and she walked very lightly, step by step toward the heavy, ornately carved wooden door that symbolized both home and prison.
Aier gently pushed open a crack. The soft evening light slanted in, illuminating the luxurious furnishings inside.
At the center of the huge European-style bed, covered in deep blue velvet, lay a beautiful black-haired woman.
Xie Yier was wearing nothing but a silver-gray silk slip dress that shimmered with an icy luster, utterly defenseless as she sank into the bedding.
Her black hair, as fine as the best satin, fanned out like a waterfall across her pillow and her smooth, rounded shoulders, radiating a lazy but dangerous aura.
One long, perfectly shaped leg was bent, and the silky dress slid down to her thigh, exposing a large expanse of skin as flawless as the finest white porcelain.
Aier’s heart skipped a beat.
She crept in quietly, like a cautious fawn stepping into a leopard’s domain.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so unguarded. Every time we finish messing around, I’m always the first one to fall asleep…
No! Why am I even thinking about that? I’m the victim here!
But… she actually ended up like this because she was worried about me…
Deep down, something seemed to be quietly changing in Aier’s heart.
She hesitated for a moment, then chose to sit in a high-backed velvet armchair not far from the bed, curling her slender body into the shadows.
She didn’t make a sound, just sat quietly watching Xie Yier’s peaceful breathing on the bed.
There was no denying it—the sunset’s warm light outlined her sleeping profile, making Xie Yier breathtakingly beautiful.
Aier couldn’t help but stare, her clear green eyes reflecting that sculpted, artistic body.
Her gaze drifted unconsciously over the dress, which, thanks to Xie Yier’s side-sleeping position, made her curves look even more dramatic, then to those long, perfect legs… Her throat went dry, her petite nose twitching, and she even forgot to breathe.
Aier stared, entranced, swallowing hard as she fought the urge to lean in and kiss her.
“Mm?” Just then, Xie Yier let out a lazy hum from the bed.
Her long lashes fluttered, like butterfly wings resting on a night-blooming cereus.