Chapter 41 On our wedding night, you are not allowed to go anywhere.

Jiang Zhishui had always thought of these things in a rather simple way.

She cultivated at the Ziyang Immortal Abode, but her mind was unsettled. She didn't strive for anything and her cultivation was so-so, neither good nor bad. For a long time, she didn't have any lofty goals and just lived a carefree life, passing the time in a pleasant and comfortable way.

She never cares about things she's not interested in.

She lacked knowledge about matters between men and women, possessing only a superficial understanding. She explored these matters with a hazy sense of mystery, only to find herself constantly facing high-level challenges. She had no idea what she was experiencing, and each time she was flustered and disorganized. Afterwards, she could only lament her bad luck and blame no one else.

Things... are over and done with. She's easygoing, and as time goes by, sometimes she feels like she's had a dream, and when she wakes up, it's as if nothing ever happened.

She was thinking too simply, which is why she so thoughtlessly told Jing Qianheng to pretend it never happened.

Jiang Zhishui felt deeply guilty towards Jing Qianheng. She thought she couldn't be so heartless. They were already married, and she had achieved her goal. She couldn't take advantage of him just because he had amnesia. Small gains were unavoidable, but she had to stick to her bottom line when it came to big gains. Otherwise, if he regained his memory and found out that he had been deceived again, he would probably hate her to death and would probably dig three feet into the ground to grind her to dust.

Beneath the red veil, Jiang Zhishui's expression was sharp. Her eyes were fixed on the outstretched hand, its long fingers slowly reaching out. She calmly grasped his hand and suddenly asked, "Your Highness, do you usually use incense?"

Jing Qianheng's fingers twitched, and he looked down at the spot on his wrist where it had been grabbed, saying in a low voice, "No."

Jiang Zhishui looked up, but her head was covered by a red veil, so she couldn't see the other person's expression.

"You're holding me because you don't want to see me?"

Jiang Zhishui remained silent for a while before letting go of his hand.

She didn't quite understand why she was holding onto him; it was just that the fragrance was so close that she felt a strange flutter in her heart. In her first life, she sat like this, and that hand slowly approached in the same way. From the moment the red veil was lifted, things became uncontrollable.

Times have changed. She is very clear-headed now and would never let that happen again, but... for some reason, she is indeed a little afraid to see him right now.

But what could she hide from? How could she possibly escape? She herself felt that her blocking action was somewhat inexplicable.

As her gaze gradually widened, the bright red dress revealed Jing Qianheng's face flushed with a light blush. He held the red veil in his hand, staring at her intently.

Jiang Zhishui stood up and walked closer. Her eyes were clear, and she casually leaned in. She raised her hand and placed it on his forehead, her brows furrowing slightly: "Why are you so hot?"

He pulled her hand away, his eyes glistening with tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing."

Jiang Zhishui reached out and touched his face again; it was burning hot. She asked worriedly, "You have a fever? When did it start? Why didn't you say anything when you were sick?"

She glanced around, thinking of getting him a glass of water, but then decided it would be better to help him to bed first.

Jing Qianheng's eyes widened slightly as she touched his face. He let her lead him to the bedside.

"We haven't drunk any wine yet," Jing Qianheng muttered from behind.

Jiang Zhishui pulled him to sit down, and without saying a word, pushed him to lie down and rest, saying, "Why are you still drinking? I'll go get the medicine."

He had just lain down halfway when he heard this, he suddenly grabbed her hand, sat up again, and said urgently, "I don't want to take my medicine."

Seeing that he seemed a little strange, Jiang Zhishui sat down next to him and gently advised, "You're sick, aren't you feeling unwell? You need to take your medicine, and after you take it, take a nap. Don't worry, I'll stay with you."

Jing Qianheng raised his eyes and stared intently into Jiang Zhishui's eyes, his voice hoarse: "As you wished, we got married. So what's next? Have you thought about how to continue this pretense?"

Jiang Zhishui was stunned. He pulled her close. "Didn't you say you would treat me well? Then listen to me. I won't take the medicine. I just want to drink. Today is our wedding night. You're not allowed to go anywhere."