Chapter 55 Undressing Meng Shutai: Above the knees is both the most dangerous and the safest place...
Xie Xianheng felt a headache coming on when he saw his sister like this, and he sighed while pinching his brow.
"Do you think we're still living with our parents? Your brother went to the front lines and suffered countless wounds to earn these people's smiles, and he still has to be careful not to be accused of being too powerful."
This marriage alliance was a test by the Yuan dynasty court against Xie Xianheng. After all, a king of a different surname was not of the same lineage, and having a personal guard in hand was like having a knife to the emperor's throat.
But if the Prince of Heping were to form a marriage alliance, everything would be different.
“I’ve met Yuan Jingming in Qingzhou. He’s calm and sharp in handling military matters, and he’s also upright and honest. He’s a good match for you. Don’t complain.”
Xie Lianhui grew up in the army with Xie Xianheng since childhood. She was arrogant and had a certain chivalrous spirit. Hearing her brother's words, she was furious.
"Are you worried that people will say you're too powerful and threaten the master, so you're going to offer your sister up like a dog to be ensnared?"
Xie Lianhui crossed her arms and said, "I should be like my mother, taking up a sword and fighting on the front lines. I should carve out a bloody path for myself."
Xie Xianheng sneered at his sister's naive idea, "Then guess why Mother spent her whole life on the battlefield with Father, but her dying words were that she didn't want you to go down that path?"
Xie Lianhui was caught off guard, and her face instantly turned pale. She genuinely didn't know, and could only stammer out a guess, "Mother... Mother is worried that I'll suffer..."
"Wrong." Xie Xianheng wrung the water out of his clothes with an indifferent expression. "When you're someone else's knife, there will always come a time when it gets dulled and scrapped, and then someone kicks it aside. Can your life-and-death struggle on the frontier compare to someone else's century-long management in the capital city of Luoyang?"
Xie Xianheng is right. Heaven is generally unfair; even among the powerful and wealthy, the weight of their fates varies.
Xie Lianhui understood her brother's words, but her youthful temper still prompted her to argue softly:
"The Meng family's business is nothing special. You were the one who saved their young mistress."
No matter what, we still owe the Xie family this favor, don't we?
"Heh, when will you grow up?" Xie Xianheng stared thoughtfully at the cloak on the ground. "I'm afraid that Meng Shutai, that thousand-year-old demon, doesn't want to owe us a favor."
Although based in Luoyang, he has spies in his hands who can influence the affairs of all thirty-six provinces of the dynasty. What else could he be but a thousand-year-old demon? He probably knows the Xie family's current predicament better than he, a member of the Xie family himself, and is definitely watching from the sidelines.
However… his wife was rather naive and oblivious. Even though her husband's expression changed, she still secretly thanked him.
He has a better conscience than Meng Shutai.
Xie Xianheng picked up the cloak and draped it over himself, when he suddenly noticed something on the ground that had been hidden by the cloak.
A jade hairpin with a scrolling grass pattern.
That Mrs. Rabbit.
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A brazier burned on the Meng family's carriage, the flames twisting and flickering in the golden incense burner, making the spacious carriage feel as warm as spring.
Le Jin quickly stretched out her cold, stiff hands and covered them with the warm cloth to warm them. It took a while before her palms could feel the warmth again.
Meng Shutai lifted the carriage curtain and asked coldly, "Baoyin, why did Madam fall into the water?"
Baoyin's fingers were almost raw from scratching, and she was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. "Our mistress said she was going to see Princess Zhaode and wouldn't let me come along..."
Seeing that Meng Shutai was not in good condition, Le Jin tugged at his sleeve, "It's my fault for not letting her come along, don't blame her."
She claimed she was going to see the princess, but her primary target was her brother. Although Le Jin had made up her mind to have an affair, there was no need to put on a show for others. She didn't have that kind of fetish.
Meng Shutai's aura remained tense, his eyelashes lowered as if lost in thought. Le Jin had no choice but to personally grasp his wrist as he lifted the curtain and pull him towards her.
The warmth from her hands disappeared as soon as she left the stove, but the sticky dampness on her skin remained. Meng Shutai frowned, then grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
"Take off your clothes."
"What?!"
Le Jin thought she had misheard, but Meng Shutai's repetition the next moment refuted her idea.
"Are you going to wear your clothes soaked through the whole way? You'll get sick and start whining."
The horse farm is indeed an hour's journey from the Meng residence. Today, Le Jin is dressed in three layers of elaborate attire, so even with the stove in the carriage to warm her up, it won't help. She should take off her wet clothes.
Le Jin unbuttoned her outer garment, pulled her arms back, and took off her gold-embroidered shirt, armor, and coat, instantly feeling a sense of lightness.
She turned her head and stretched out her arms to warm herself by the fire, but Meng Shutai suddenly spoke up: "Why don't you take off the rest?"
Le Jin's pupils dilated as she looked down at her clothes. She was only wearing a close-fitting long shirt and a blouse on her upper body, and a pleated horse-face skirt on her lower body, which, once untied, revealed thin underpants.
"No... I don't need it anymore..."
She could handle getting her clothes wet, and there was a man in the car too.
But Meng Shutai clearly didn't realize this, and without saying a word, she used her jade-like hand to remove the last layer of Le Jin's outer garment.
"Physical health is paramount; there's no need for formalities."
Le Jin cried out in surprise and quickly clutched her chest. Before he could speak, Meng Shutai took advantage of her pulling her arm up and deftly untied the ribbons of her long dress.
The movements were fluid and seamless, like a skilled butcher carving up an ox. Le Jin's cheeks flushed red and her heart pounded erratically.
As the carriage traveled along the road, more and more pedestrians appeared on both sides. The whispers and murmurs felt like fingernails digging into Le Jindao's skin, and she felt a sudden urge to cry.
"Aren't you ashamed?!"
Meng Shutai was stunned upon hearing this, then smiled gently, his smile as warm as the moon.
"We are husband and wife."
What's there to be ashamed of between husband and wife?
Le Jin was speechless. She had performed the wedding ceremony herself and worn the wedding dress herself, so now that an emergency had occurred, the power Meng Shutai had to handle it for her was also something she had done herself.
This is what married couples are like.
“The river water is dirty and contains insects, which is most dangerous to a woman’s body. Since you’re already undressed, you might as well take it all off.” Meng Shutai explained casually, reaching for the small buttons on Le Jinxin’s clothes with both hands.
"Wait a minute!" Le Jin's heart jumped into her throat. "I, I can do it myself."
She turned her back in a flash, her shoulder forming an angle with the car wall, and with a push of her thumb on the buttons, the delicate brass clasps unhooked one by one.
A gaze fell on Le Jin's fair shoulders and back, tracing and sliding along her beautiful curves, carefully observing her damp skin.
Like jade.
Meng Shutai thought, it still had to be that kind of jade that was full of watery luster and shimmered with a bright glow.
By the way, where did the Prince of Zhennan touch her just now?
When he rushed over, he saw Xie Xianheng holding Le Jin in his arms and blowing on her eyes. From behind, it looked like a passionate kiss.
Meng Shutai couldn't remember what he felt at the time, only that a thought suddenly popped into his head:
Does the mighty Prince of Zhennan even know what it feels like to be a human pig with its hands and feet cut off?
If Meng Shutai wanted to, he could find countless ways to kill someone silently.
Le Jin's life and death belong to him; who gave Xie Xianheng permission to interfere?
A deep, sinister glint surged in his eyes, like dark clouds gathering before a storm. But in the next instant, the storm subsided and the clouds vanished—
Le Jin took off her blouse, and from his perspective, a soft mass was visible on her small shoulder.
White, full, and perfectly round. Freed from constraints and support, it now hangs slightly, like snow melting on a mountainside, signifying gentleness and the arrival of spring.
Meng Shutai's brow twitched, as if he had been struck by the cold snowflakes on the snow-capped mountain, and he was astonished.
Meng Shutai honestly admitted he wasn't interested in the female body. The ice melted in that instant because he suddenly realized it was a part of Le Jin's body he had never experienced before.
His throat was dry, and for some reason he desperately wanted to swallow something—water, tea, saliva, tears, or even something that wasn't a liquid.
Even just tasting the snow mountain is satisfying.
After hesitating for a long time, Le Jin finally took off her underwear. Weren't there many stories of girls experiencing health problems after going to swimming pools or water parks? Le Jin had never been to either of those places; firstly, she couldn't swim, and secondly, it cost money, so she had only heard about such situations.
But she dared not gamble; what if something went wrong? Having died several times already, Le Jin cherished her life very much. She piled all her clothes at her feet, curled up her legs, and hugged herself tightly to hide in a corner.
Tsk, I can't see it anymore.
Meng Shutai subtly furrowed his brow, then quickly released it, still maintaining a composed and considerate demeanor, and asked:
"Did the Prince of Zhennan pinch you too hard?"
"What?"
Le Jin turned her head slightly, her eyes full of doubt.
Meng Shutai pointed to his chin with two fingers, "You have red marks here."
Le Jin then remembered that Xie Xianheng had used a bit too much force when he blew on her eyes.
She nodded obediently, but to her utter surprise, in the blink of an eye, Meng Shutai wrapped his arm around her waist, turned her around, and placed her on his lap!
"ah!!!"
Le Jin screamed in fright, not even knowing whether to cover her face or her body. Sitting on his lap felt like sitting in lava, her whole body trembling.
Let's just cover his eyes!
Suddenly everything went black; she was truly afraid he would see everything, so she covered herself with both hands. Meng Shutai chuckled repeatedly, the vibrations of his chest feeling like thousands of ants biting Le Jinguang's naked body.
I hate this person so much!
As if to give her a sense of security, Meng Shutai did not remove her hand. He swept his long, thick eyelashes across her face, closed his eyes under her palm, and let her continue to cover her hand. He then touched her chin in the dark.
"Does it still hurt?"
His fingers were icy cold, not like the coldness of Le Jin's fingers when they were wet, but rather carried a chill that felt comforting on her aching skin.
Before Le Jin could answer, Meng Shutai began to rub her chin, with two of his fingers lightly brushing against her neck.
I feel like petting a cat...
Le Jin pouted and muttered, "It's not a big problem, put me down."
She wasn't wearing anything at all, and Meng Shutai's slow breaths gently touched her chest... like a light, floating thread falling down, impossible to grasp, it was so embarrassing.
But the man acted as if he hadn't heard, and pushed Le Jin up with his thigh, making her sit more steadily.
"Where would I take you? The car is only so big. I'll see you eventually if you leave. It's better to just stay here and watch over me so I don't have to worry."
Le Jin looked around the carriage and it seemed to be just as he had said. The carriage was spacious and luxurious, with a tea table, flower stand, and even a bookcase, making it look like a small house, but there was just no place to hide or take shelter.
The area above Meng Shutai's knees is the most dangerous yet safest place.
Le Jin sighed dejectedly and resigned herself to her fate.
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Upon returning home, Le Jin shook off her wet clothes and immediately drank three large bowls of hot ginger soup. This was both to ward off the cold and to reduce internal heat.
The reason was simple: when Le Jin got out of the car in her wet clothes, she saw the cloak that Meng Shutai had given her draped over the outside of the carriage curtain.
In other words, there were clearly clothes to cover her body outside, but Meng Shutai not only didn't remind her, he also let her sit like that the whole way!
With a loud crash, Le Jin slammed the white porcelain bowl onto the table, her eyes blazing with anger. Then, she couldn't stand up any longer…
Despite all her precautions, she still fell ill. She didn't know if it was the river's power that was too strong or if Meng Shutai was just too infuriating. Lying in bed, Le Jin stared at the curtains, resentfully thinking that once she recovered, she would push Meng Shutai into the river as well.
She vented her anger in her imagination, and as she did so, her eyelids began to droop, and she fell asleep in no time.
The incense smoke from the small purple-gold incense burner curled several times, and the heavy curtains beside the bed were gently lifted, revealing Meng Shutai sitting beside Le Jin.
He secretly instructed the physician to add several calming and sleep-inducing herbs to the cold medicine prescribed, ensuring she could sleep soundly until the next day.
The thick brocade quilt was pulled down, and the loose neckline of the light-colored nightgown was askew. The snow-capped mountains melted and went limp, and now they were asleep as well.
Meng Shutai glanced at it, but couldn't figure it out, so he bent down and licked it as if thirsting for a drink. It was as if he had a mouthful of water, which kept changing, and gradually a pearl appeared between his lips and teeth.
The snow-capped mountains have awakened.
Looking around and comparing the two, Meng Shutai suddenly chuckled softly.
No wonder men all over the world flock to this place; it's interesting. He looked up at the peacefully sleeping Le Jin and chuckled as he pinched her cheek.
Is it shameful?
Maybe a little.
But... quenching thirst is enough.
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Author's Note: I'm so angry at what I wrote, I want to punch Meng Shutai twice... [Cracking][Cracking][Cracking]
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