Chapter 9 Chapter 9 "Since you don't want to, I won't force you anymore in the future...

"I can't wait any longer."

Jasmine discovered that the Duke always had a serious face and looked mature and steady when he was outside, but he was a completely different person in front of her.

If this were seen by the old lady and her colleagues in the court...

Jasmine didn't even dare to fantasize!

But what if she has important things to do?

What you promised must be done. When Jasmine saw the Duke eagerly taking off his clothes, she ran out.

The Duke looked up and saw no one. He was puzzled for a moment and was about to call for help when he heard a noise coming from outside.

"Clang!"

"Clang, clang!"

There was the sound of someone smashing something. The Duke frowned, put on his clothes again, and hurried out.

The floor outside was littered with broken porcelain, including four or five large vases. Jasmine was standing among the shattered porcelain, and it was obvious that she had smashed all the porcelain.

The Duke's face turned solemn as he thought of something. He remained silent for a moment, his handsome face then shifted to one of helplessness.

Jasmine looked at the courtyard and thought that the sound should have been heard by now.

Mission accomplished!

Jasmine looked around and realized she was surrounded by broken porcelain pieces. Thinking it wouldn't be a big deal since she was wearing shoes, Jasmine stepped forward.

Upon seeing this, the Duke stepped forward without a second thought and picked the man up.

Jasmine was startled, screamed, and grabbed her grandfather's collar tightly.

"Since you don't want to, I won't force you anymore. I was inconsiderate before."

Jasmine looked up at Grandpa in confusion.

The Duke gave her an apologetic look and carried her to the bed. Just as he was about to put her down, he realized she might not like it, so he stiffened his arm and carried her back to the chair in the outer room.

The Duke called out. A moment later, a little girl came in, quickly cleaned up the mess, and then hurried out again. It took only a few blinks of an eye.

Jasmine was thinking about what her grandfather had said. What did she mean by "not willing"?

When did she stop wanting to?

What doesn't she want?

Jasmine looked at the little maidservant who was running away in panic with a winnowing basket in her arms, and suddenly understood.

“Master, you…”

Jasmine had her head down, and just as she was about to look up at her grandfather, she accidentally glanced at his feet.

How could she forget that he was barefoot.

Just now, in order to carry her out, he stepped barefoot into the pile of porcelain pieces.

Jasmine rushed over in one swift step. Without saying anything else, she hugged her grandfather's waist and said, "Lift your feet so I can see."

Immediately, she dragged a chair behind him with great effort: "Hurry, sit down."

The Duke hadn't thought much about it just now, as he was used to superficial injuries. Only when he was reminded of this did he realize that the soles of his feet were indeed a little painful.

The Duke sat down, and at the strong request of his aunt, he raised his feet.

Jasmine saw that the soles of her feet looked like jewelry inlaid with precious stones.

She wanted to take action but didn't dare to, so she ran out and called for help: "Quickly ask the court doctor to come over, the Duke is injured."

The Duke wanted to stop her, but he was too late.

That evening, the main courtyard was particularly lively. Not only did the Third and Fourth Masters come, but the Old Madam also came to take a look.

According to everyone's explanation, the Duke accidentally knocked over the porcelain and happened to step on it accidentally.

Jasmine felt even more guilty.

The Duke looked at his concubine, who was still staring at her feet and mired in self-blame, and said, "It's just a minor injury."

To appease his concubine, the Duke added, "I've sustained countless injuries while guarding the border. This is a minor injury to me, no bandages necessary. Saving you would be a piece of cake, and it would be the same for anyone else. So, don't worry too much."

Jasmine: "Master, I misunderstood. Jasmine smashed the vase not because she was angry at Master's bullying or to vent her anger, but to give the eldest young lady an explanation."

The Duke sat on the couch, looking down at her, while Jasmine squatted at his feet, looking up at him.

Jasmine felt a little embarrassed and quickly interrupted, "By the way, the vases I broke were all the ones that were flawed and were among the ones that the mansion was going to throw away."

The Duke nodded.

Seeing that he remained silent, Jasmine continued, "Master, I'm sure you want to know why I have to give the Madam an explanation, right?"

Jasmine asked and answered her own questions, and told her about what happened in the afternoon when the eldest young lady came to see her.

The Duke finally understood that he had indeed misunderstood.

However, the Duke has already begun to reflect on his actions. He has indeed been too reckless in the past month and has really put this delicate little concubine in a difficult position.

The Duke had already spoken, so he didn't intend to go back on his word. Although he was reluctant, he said, "It seems they haven't eaten yet. Go ahead. You won't be serving me here anymore."

The Duke added with difficulty, "You don't have to come tonight."

Jasmine is not blind. She can tell at a glance that this man is not being sincere.

Jasmine had indeed not eaten yet, and she planned to come back after eating. She said to the master, "Then the servant will go."

The Duke nodded.

Jasmine walked out the door, and just then the old lady sent the kitchen to deliver the food.

Jasmine stopped and watched as several maids entered the main courtyard hall one after another. Jasmine followed them in and helped.

She decided to stay and serve the Duke with dinner!

Since Grandpa's foot was injured, Jasmine used two large bowls to first put a large ball of rice at the bottom, and then put several dishes in it. She also filled two bowls of meatball soup and carried the heavy tray into the bedroom.

The Duke thought the person who came in was a maid, but when he looked up and saw her, a little emotion appeared on his usually calm face.

"Why didn't you leave?"

Jasmine handed him a large bowl and said, "Of course I, your servant, must serve you."

After the Duke took it, Jasmine handed him the chopsticks.

Jasmine was afraid that the soup would be out of his reach if she put it on the small table, and she was also afraid that the soup would spill on the bed, so she said, "Sir, if you want some soup, just tell me and I'll feed you."

The dishes were placed on a small table beside the bed. Jasmine brought a round stool and leaned against the table. Seeing that the Duke was eating, she also picked up a large bowl and started eating.

It was already past dinner time, and Jasmine was already hungry. The food at the Duke's Mansion was excellent, and perhaps because she had been with the Duke for so long, Jasmine had become increasingly comfortable in his presence.

Jasmine shoveled half a bowl of food into her mouth before she realized what was happening. She slowly stopped and raised her eyelids to look at the person.

So unlucky!

This guy is really looking at her.

The large bowl covered most of the concubine's face, revealing only a pair of downcast eyes and a smooth forehead. The colorful string that tied her hair bun fluttered with her head.

The Duke didn't find the food in the bowl appetizing at first, but when he saw his concubine eating with relish, he finally felt hungry.

While he was picking up a mouthful of rice and chewing it, he was concentrating on looking at his concubine. Suddenly, his concubine raised her head.

The Duke said calmly, "If you want to eat anything in the future, just go to the kitchen and ask for it."

Jasmine was mortified. Did he see through it? He actually saw that she stayed to serve him just for the food in his room!

How embarrassing for her!

Jasmine realized she had been rude. She stiffened her arms, put down the bowl, and said quickly, "I'm full."

After saying this, she wanted to sew her mouth shut. She didn't even believe what he said, so it was strange that he believed it.

The Duke looked at her with understanding: "I'm not full yet, please eat some more with me."

Jasmine lowered her head and replied softly, "Yes."

When the Duke handed her the empty bowl, Jasmine jumped up from the stool, took it quickly, and slipped away even faster.

After a long time, just when the Duke thought that she would never come back this time, the door opened again.

Jasmine brought water for him to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

"Are you tired from sitting like this? Do you want to lie down?"

Jasmine looked like she was going to help a disabled patient.

The Duke lifted his foot and said hesitantly, "I just stepped on a piece of porcelain. I should be able to fix it myself."

Jasmine went out again.

Lying in bed, the Duke felt alone and sleepless for the first time. It seemed he was too idle.

Like the past two days, if he hadn't seen his aunt, he would have been busy and didn't think much of it. But now...

The Duke leaned over and took a look at his lower abdomen.

The Duke reached out and pulled up the quilt, closed his eyes, and thought that he would be fine once he fell asleep.

The concubine's soft voice came to my ears: "Master, are you asleep?"

The Duke opened his eyes, turned around, and saw his concubine with loose hair and a plain face.

Jasmine didn't expect him to actually fall asleep. Without much hesitation, she said, "Then you continue to sleep. I won't disturb you for now."

Jasmine said as she stepped back. When she was almost at the door, a figure jumped off the bed and rushed towards her.

In a flash, Jasmine was carried into the bed curtain. She climbed up and said, "Master, is your foot okay?"

The concubine came to visit on her own initiative, so the Duke had no time to respond. He quickly took off his clothes and went to help the concubine.

By now, the Duke has become very adept at stripping women's clothes.

...

Last night, a vase broke in the main courtyard and the Duke was injured and asked the court doctor to come. The old lady and the third and fourth masters all went to see the Duke. The eldest young lady's wife knew about it as early as last night.

The eldest young lady guessed that Jasmine must have messed up, but she still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Even after hearing what Jasmine told her in person, the eldest young lady's wife still looked incredulous and disappointed.

The eldest young lady's wife's face was grim as she asked, "Didn't I tell you to choose the right time? You should wait until the master is having a good time. But what about you? The Duke has just entered the room, and I'm afraid he hasn't had time to take off his clothes yet. How could he possibly agree to you?"

A word awakened the dreamer. Jasmine suddenly realized.

Indeed, just as the eldest young lady's wife said, she was too impatient last night. She knocked over the vase as soon as she entered the room, which made people suspect that she was not conscientious.

She should have done it after the Duke had finished his bath. That way, the eldest young lady would have no reason to blame her.

It was a mistake. But it was too late to say anything.

Jasmine told herself that she would pay more attention next time.

Jasmine looked aggrieved, her shoulders hunched as she said, "It's Jasmine's fault. Last night, Jasmine was too anxious, only thinking about helping Madam. The Duke wanted Jasmine, but Jasmine deliberately refused to give it to him, hoping that he would agree to Jasmine's terms. Who knew that this would anger the Duke?"

Jasmine looked at the eldest young lady with tears in her eyes and said earnestly, "Madam, it's Jasmine who is useless. You should blame Jasmine."

The eldest young lady wanted to blame her, but seeing that she admitted her mistakes and was so self-blaming, it was the first time that she found it difficult to say the harsh words.

The eldest young lady's wife was unable to breathe, and she angrily threw down her sleeves and cursed: "What's the point of me blaming you, a piece of trash?"

Jasmine poured tea for the Madam, letting it cool before handing it to her. "Jasmine is useless, Madam, please don't get yourself hurt by being angry. Right now, our most important thing is to find a way to rescue Master."

Jasmine looked at the eldest young lady and continued, "The eldest young lady is very wealthy. Perhaps she could think of other ways. Would that work?"

"It's an order from His Majesty. Even if my parents gave me all the money, it would be useless. What's more..." She is a daughter who is married off and like spilled water, it is useless.

The eldest young lady's wife didn't say anything else, but instead asked her, "Did the Duke say anything to you last night?"

Jasmine shook her head in panic, "The Duke will never tell me anything about the court. Not even in his sleep."

The eldest young lady's wife had no doubts; after all, the Duke was just that kind of person. Even if the old lady or the other gentlemen asked a few more questions, the Duke would still give her a sour face.

The eldest young lady's wife looked at Jasmine and asked persistently, "Jasmine, why didn't the Duke chase you away last night?"

Jasmine blushed and lowered her head: "I am the only one in this room. I can't bear to leave you."

The eldest young lady's eyes lit up. "Great! This proves that the Duke still has you in his heart. How about you try again tonight?"

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