Chapter 515 Spoiled and Willful Wife VS Cowardly and Fearful Husband 7

"Don't follow me!" Jiang Zhiyi turned around abruptly, adding, "I'm going back to my room to rest."

She deliberately emphasized the word "rest," her almond-shaped eyes wide open, as if warning him not to come closer.

Junyu watched her sullen back and withdrew his foot, which had just taken half a step.

The vinegar smell is quite strong...

"Young master, let me do it." The servant waiting nearby quickly stepped forward and brushed the crumbs off his clothes, the fine powder falling onto the bluestone slab.

The old nanny beside her, her back hunched, couldn't help but advise, "Young mistress is young and her temperament is not stable, so it's inevitable that she'll be a bit willful. Young master, please don't take offense. It's common for newlyweds to bicker, so please be more understanding..."

"It's alright, I know." Jun Yu waved his hand, stopping the old woman's nagging.

He realized last night that Jiang Zhiyi, with her fierce and aggressive demeanor, couldn't stand being wronged in the slightest.

In the past, I must have been pampered and spoiled at home, and never suffered any hardship.

If anyone dares to displease her, she will definitely cause a huge uproar.

Although she was indeed a bit spoiled, as long as she stayed within limits and didn't cause any unforgivable disaster, he wouldn't hold it against her.

Junyu bent down and picked up half a pastry from the ground, waving it at the old turtle hiding by the pond. "You old rascal, you're always causing me trouble."

The old turtle poked its head out, its eyes fixed on the pastries, but its limbs remained tucked inside its shell, too afraid to move.

"Go back." Jun Yu simply threw the last half of the pastry into the water.

The old turtle slowly went into the water.

At this moment, a servant came over, carrying peach blossom pastries that he had just bought from the street.

Junyu said, "Send it to the young mistress. Also, prepare a few live fish; the old turtle has probably been craving them for a long time."

These pastries are hardly enough to satisfy it; it has always preferred raw meat.

I only brought the pastries today because I was worried that Jiang Zhiyi would be scared.

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Once back in the room...

Jiang Zhiyi reclined on the bamboo couch for a short rest.

I got up early today, did my morning dressing, served tea and paid my respects, and then spent half the day strolling around the garden with Junyu. Now I feel completely exhausted.

She closed her eyes and slept for half an hour. After the drowsiness dissipated, she stared blankly at the swaying bamboo shadows outside the window. Feeling rather bored, she asked her maid to bring her a few storybooks to read.

"Cuiyu, bring me all my storybooks."

“Yes, young…madam.” Cuiyu was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Having used the name in the Minister's residence for so many years, it's really hard to change it now; I almost always get it wrong.

If only Miss hadn't gotten married, it would have been much more interesting and comfortable for her to stay in the Minister's mansion.

Cuiyu took out a scroll wrapped in plain silk from the sandalwood box. Half-dried bamboo leaves were sandwiched between the pages, giving off a faint fragrance.

Jiang Zhiyi took the yellowed booklet; the vermilion characters on the cover had long since faded.

This storybook is no ordinary book; it's extinct in the market and not easily available outside. Even if you have money, you still need to find someone who can get things done.

She had to beg and plead with Pei Chengze for a long time, pestering him for a full half month, before he finally agreed to get her a few copies.

I remember Pei Chengce was so fed up with her that he even scolded her, "You little brat, all you do all day is read these useless books. You never put any effort into the ones I taught you to memorize; you forget them as soon as you turn the corner. Let's see which young master will marry you someday..."

Jiang Zhiyi had a sweet tongue and knew how to please people. "If no one is willing to marry me, then I will marry Brother Chengce. Brother Chengce is the best man in the world, no one can compare to him, and he is the best to me. He will agree to anything I ask for..."

Pei Chengce smiled without saying a word, but reached out and tapped her on the head.

Even so, three days later, he still secretly slipped several handwritten books into her sleeve, and reminded her not to get too engrossed in them all day, and especially to remember to close her eyes and rest, so as not to hurt her eyes...

Now, they haven't seen each other for more than half a year.

The current empress is seriously ill and has not recovered. His birth mother, Consort Ling, is in power and enjoying great influence. As a result, even he, the eldest prince who was not favored in the past, has become busy.

At this point, she couldn't very well ask him for new storybooks, so she could only look at these old ones a few more times.

During their last meeting, his eyes were filled with exhaustion, yet he smiled and told her, "The situation is unstable lately, so try not to go out unless necessary. I'll come see you again in a few days..."

But now, before he could even find her, she had already gotten married.

It's likely that the two of them will never see each other again in the future.

"Miss, would you like some plum juice?" Cuiyu's voice interrupted her thoughts. "It was sent by the old lady. The young master also just sent some peach blossom pastries..."

Jiang Zhiyi sighed softly and put the storybook aside. "Here, I'm thirsty."

"Where is Junyu?" she asked casually.

She came back by herself back then, and Junyu didn't come with her. Now, I don't know where he went.

"The young master is discussing matters with the stewards in the study," Cuiyu said.

The bamboo couch creaked softly as Jiang Zhiyi shifted to a more comfortable position. Without looking up, she simply replied casually, "I know."

Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside, as if something had happened.

Jiang Zhiyi lifted the beaded curtain and looked out the window, full of curiosity.

The maids and servants under the eaves ran around in a panic, some with sparks still on their clothes, and the smell of burning food mixed with thick smoke filled their nostrils.

The servant, his face ashen, shouted, "Fire! Fire! Help! Someone, come quick!"

Before the words were finished, a loud crash of a heavy object collapsing came from afar, and flames shot into the sky, illuminating half the sky and billowing black smoke.

That direction—it was clearly Junyu's study.

"Go and see quickly." Jiang Zhiyi hurriedly put on her shoes and rushed over with her maids.

This has already happened on their very first day of marriage. What if something really happens to Junyu...?

She doesn't want to be a widow.

As she walked through the corridor, a wave of heat, carrying ashes, hit her in the face. Several old women carrying buckets of water squeezed past her, splashing water droplets onto her skirt.

However, everyone was busy putting out the fire and didn't have time to think about these things.

"Young Madam, you mustn't!" The steward suddenly stopped her, his face flushed and covered in sweat. "The fire is leaping higher than a person! You must go back now and never come any closer!"

Just then, three figures appeared in the thick smoke—Jun Yu, dragging Li Rou'er and another servant who had already fainted, stumbled out.

He knelt on one knee, his dark robes mostly charred and still smoking.

The unconscious servant in his arms had his head drooping, his charred hair stuck to his bloodied face, looking very badly injured.

Meanwhile, Li Rou'er was clutching Jun Yu's clothes tightly with both hands, her face streaked with tears...

Jiang Zhiyi narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Quickly carry him to the side room!" the steward shouted. "Summon a doctor!"