Chapter 518 Spoiled and Willful Wife VS Cowardly and Fearful Husband 10

Jiang Zhiyi didn't care what he was thinking. She glared at him and threw the handkerchief in her hand onto the sandalwood table. "I'll let it go today, but you're not allowed to save me again!"

“Now you are my husband, you belong to me.” She leaned closer. “I will not allow you to do such a thing again.”

Jiang Zhiyi suddenly reached out and grabbed Jun Yu's collar, the gold hairpin in her hair swaying with the movement. "Your life is mine. If you dare to mess around again—"

The voice suddenly turned cold, "Even if you die, I'll dig you up and whip your corpse!"

Upon hearing this, the servant boy nearly dropped the copper kettle from his hand, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He stole glances at Jiang Zhiyi's icy face, then at Jun Yu, who sat silently...

The young mistress's methods and aura... I never expected the daughter of the Minister's mansion to be so... fierce and brave, it's truly awe-inspiring.

Junyu rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling a sudden headache.

Faced with Jiang Zhiyi's aggressive questioning, he ultimately chose to remain silent, unwilling to argue with her at this moment.

"Hmph!" Jiang Zhi was even more furious at his reaction. "You're so annoying, I hate you!"

She glared fiercely at Jun Yu, then turned away, her embroidered shoes slamming heavily on the ground.

Without pausing, she walked straight toward the door.

Hearing her words, Junyu suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and his face turned very ugly.

...

A few days later.

Jiang Zhiyi was strolling in the back garden of the mansion. It had just rained, and the petals and leaves were covered with rainwater, making them look particularly fresh and elegant.

Li Jingxian's voice suddenly came from behind.

Jiang Zhiyi turned around, bowed, and called out, "Mother."

Li Jingxian had already taken her hand. "The flowers in this garden are blooming exceptionally well this year. Let's walk and talk."

The two walked side by side to the waterside pavilion. Li Jingxian gestured for the maid to leave and personally poured two cups of tea, the tea gleaming in the white porcelain cups.

“I heard about what happened a few days ago. It was Yu’er’s fault for acting rashly and causing you worry.” Li Jingxian’s voice was gentle. “Although Rou’er is a cousin, you are now the mistress of the Jun family. From now on, you should be in charge of all the affairs of the mansion.”

Jiang Zhiyi tightened her grip on the teacup, causing the tea to ripple slightly within. "Mother, you flatter me."

She recalled how she had spoken harshly to Li Jingxian that day and wondered what Li Jingxian's purpose was in contacting her today.

Could it be... that they've come to support Li Rou'er?

Li Jingxian sighed and said, "I know you care about Yu'er's safety. That day he risked his life in the fire, and even I, as his mother, was worried sick when I found out later."

She pushed a plate of pastries in front of Jiang Zhiyi, saying, "Rou'er is all alone and helpless. Although I've taken her in, it's not a long-term solution..."

She paused halfway through her sentence.

Jiang Zhiyi looked up and met Li Jingxian's meaningful gaze.

The sound of fish leaping out of the water broke the brief silence outside the pavilion.

Jiang Zhiyi could only take the initiative to ask, "So, what does Mother mean...?"

“I’m planning to find a marriage partner for Rou’er.” Li Jingxian’s fingertips traced the rim of the teacup. “The second son of the Yang family in the west of the city, he’s about her age, and his character and family background are both good. Zhiyi, you’re the daughter of a high-ranking official, you’ve seen the world, what do you think?”

Jiang Zhiyi lowered her head and pondered for a moment, gazing at the tea in her cup.

She vaguely remembered this person; he seemed to be one of her father's retainers. Since he had gained her father's approval, he shouldn't be a bad person.

Jiang Zhiyi: "If that Young Master Yang is truly a good match, that would be wonderful. But... would Sister Rou'er be willing?"

“This is exactly what I wanted to discuss with you.” Li Jingxian took out a letter. “The Yang family has already sent their betrothal gifts. I want you to go and talk to Rou’er. You are the young mistress of the Jun family and are about the same age as her, so it would be more appropriate for you to go.”

Jiang Zhiyi took the letter; the handwriting on the plain white Xuan paper was neat and elegant.

She suddenly remembered her argument with Junyu that day, and an idea came to her.

"Okay." Jiang Zhiyi put the letter into her sleeve. The tea leaves in the teacup had already sunk to the bottom. "I will go and talk to her tomorrow."

...

That night, Jiang Zhiyi returned to her room.

She sat gracefully before the bronze mirror, while her maid, Cuiyu, helped her remove the elaborate hairpins and ornaments from her head. Gold hairpins and jade hair ornaments were then placed one by one in her dressing case...

These are all things that Junyu bought for her.

Since she married into the family, Junyu has indeed done quite well in many small matters.

The door creaked open, and Junyu walked in; he had just returned from the study.

These past few days, Jiang Zhiyi hasn't been giving him a friendly look because of what happened last time, but Jun Yu has been behaving as usual, and has even had carefully prepared snacks delivered to him from time to time.

Junyu has thought about it carefully these past few days. Although he knows she is not a kind person, she may change in the future.

Now that they are husband and wife, there is still a long time ahead, and I will have plenty of opportunities to persuade her slowly. It's just a matter of being more tolerant of her in daily life.

Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; if they are wary of each other and harbor resentment from the beginning, their lives will only become stagnant and both will suffer.

"Cuiyu, go and get me a bowl of lily soup. I'm a little hungry," Jiang Zhiyi instructed in a clear voice.

"Yes." Cuiyu curtsied, turned and left.

Jiang Zhiyi got up and sat down on the soft couch, her gaze falling on the copper basin with hot water not far away, which was for her to soak her feet.

But now that Cuiyu had gone out, she rolled her eyes and called out to Junyu, "Come here quickly."

Junyu saw Jiang Zhiyi leaning there waiting, with only a plain silver hairpin in her hair, indicating that she was preparing to wash up and rest.

If you've done something like this once before, you'll naturally do it again.

Jun Yu didn't say much, but obediently squatted down and gently and carefully put Jiang Zhiyi's feet into the water.

Jiang Zhiyi, however, was not honest and deliberately stepped on his hand with her foot, splashing hot water droplets that instantly soaked his clothes.

Jun Yu pursed his lips, not making a sound, but simply looked up and gazed at her intently.

Although he can speak now, his voice is hoarse. The doctor advised that he needs to rest for a while longer before he can fully recover.

A long time passed.

Seeing his good temper today, Jiang Zhi's desire to tease him diminished somewhat, and she began to talk about Li Jingxian's visit to her today: "My mother came to see me today, saying that she wants you to take Li Rou'er as a concubine."

Her tone was casual, but her eyes were fixed on Jun Yu, wanting to see how he would react.

Upon hearing this, Jun Yu frowned, clearly disbelieving. "How could this be?"

Putting aside the rules of the Jun family, even in ordinary families, there is no reason for a mother-in-law to allow her son to take a concubine on his wedding night.

That's absolutely absurd.

"Don't talk nonsense here." Jun Yu stared at Jiang Zhiyi and said with a stern face.

She must be the one causing trouble and deliberately deceiving him.

“You deserve to be hit for joking about something like this.” He then slapped her instep hard a few times as punishment.

Jiang Zhiyi let out a soft groan as she was slapped, and immediately curled up her legs to pull them back, but he held them firmly down. "What are you doing?"

She raised her chin, somewhat unconvinced, "I think you're hiding something! If Mother really meant it, would you disagree?"