"Use and then throw away...?" Song Xizhi pondered He Jingyan's sudden words, feeling a pang of guilt as he felt the man's gaze fall upon him.
She shrank back and blinked innocently: "What do you mean by 'use and throw away'? I've been saving food and cherishing clothes since I was little. I'm not a wasteful person."
He Jingyan sat casually on the bed, tilting his head slightly to look at her, his posture elegant, his deep eyes reflecting her image:
"Madam is frugal with food and clothing, but she is very extravagant with other things..."
"Other things?"
Song Xizhi's thoughts suddenly drifted, and many inappropriate images flashed through his mind in an instant, causing his face to flush.
She suddenly remembered what Madam Xin had said before, and feared that He Jingyan might have been conscious when he was unconscious, and that he might remember the things she had done to him...
That……
Song Xizhi simply dared not think about it any further.
She choked back tears and forced herself to ask, "What have I wasted? Has my husband ever seen me before?"
He Jingyan raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at her for a moment, and then chuckled as he looked at Song Xizhi's feigned ignorance.
He stretched out his hand and placed it between the two of them: "You held my hand so tightly just now, but after they left, you ruthlessly withdrew. Isn't that just using and discarding?"
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief, exclaiming with a hint of relief, "So when you said 'use and throw away,' you meant your hands..."
He Jingyan's voice was low and hoarse: "Is there something else?"
He paused slightly halfway through his sentence, then continued, "Why is Madam's face so red? Is it because you've thought of something...something I don't know?"
Song Xizhi choked up again. She had a vague feeling that in the short time they had spent together, this man always managed to gain the upper hand without leaving a trace and take the initiative.
And I was always being led around by him.
However, when she looked up, she saw He Jingyan with a pure and kind expression and clear eyes, just like a virtuous gentleman.
Song Xizhi then realized that he was overthinking things.
She covered her burning cheeks with her cold hands, then shook her head: "It's not about using and discarding things. It's about making a good impression on the elders so they won't worry."
He Jingyan slightly raised his chin: "Oh, so you have a filial heart."
Song Xizhi nodded, her eyes sincere: "I also wanted to make the elders happy. As for them withdrawing their hands after they left, it was because we were meeting for the first time, and I was afraid that my husband would think that men and women should not be so intimate."
"Men and women should not touch each other?"
Upon hearing this, He Jingyan was momentarily stunned, recalling her past insatiable demands. Then, he looked down at his palm and suddenly laughed in exasperation.
His laughter came suddenly, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
This left Song Xizhi completely bewildered.
Her eyes darted around aimlessly, finally settling on He Jingyan's hand, which remained suspended between the two of them.
A great general who conquers the battlefield is always able to command thousands of troops with a single call, so he felt embarrassed because of her actions just now.
After thinking for a moment, Song Xizhi reached out and grasped his large hand without hesitation.
Their fingers intertwined, and her clear voice rang out: "In this cold winter, it would be a waste not to hold such warm hands to keep warm."
Now she's sure she's got the meaning of "waste" right, isn't she?
He Jingyan was caught off guard and felt a small, cold hand slip into his palm and hold him tightly.
He was slightly taken aback, and then his heart, which was in his chest, began to pound again.
When He Jingyan looked up, he saw Song Xizhi's bright eyes, as if they were inlaid with the most beautiful stars in the night.
...
Song Xizhi had difficulty falling asleep tonight; she lay perfectly straight and upright.
She used to fall asleep instantly the moment her head hit the pillow next to He Jingyan, and she had never had such difficulty falling asleep before.
Although Song Xizhi had been married into the family for so long and had gotten used to having a man lying next to her, she was not used to that man becoming a living, breathing person.
The man's breathing lingered in her ears, lower, deeper, and more disordered than ever before.
She didn't even know how she finally fell asleep.
When Song Xizhi woke up the next day, the bed beside her was empty. She sat there in a daze for a while before realizing that He Jingyan had already woken up.
She didn't know where He Jingyan had gone, but she didn't think about it for too long. She got up, washed up, had breakfast, and then wrote a letter to Su Mingli.
In his letter, Song Xizhi asked his uncle to come to the Marquis's residence after the court session.
The Ministry of Rites has been very busy lately because of the Fengshan ceremony, and it was thought that Su Mingli would arrive at the Marquis's residence very late.
Before it even got dark, Su Mingli arrived, looking travel-worn.
Song Xizhi was sitting on the soft couch when he heard a servant come to report that his eyes had lit up.
"Hey, why did you arrive so quickly today, Uncle? Doesn't the Ministry of Rites have a lot of things to do?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Mingli's clear voice rang out from outside: "Thanks to you, Minister of Rites Sun has been quite kind to me."
"As soon as he learned that I was coming to the Marquis's residence to visit my niece, he told me to leave immediately."
Song Xizhi looked in the direction of the sound and saw Su Mingli wearing a lake-blue cross-collar robe, striding into the courtyard and into the outer hall.
“Since you married into the family, I have never visited the Marquis’s residence to see my nephew-in-law. Today is a good opportunity to come and see him.”
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi smiled mysteriously: "If Uncle came here for He Jingyan, then today is truly an inconvenient day."
Su Mingli was taken aback at first, then his pupils contracted slightly as he looked at her beaming face: "He's awake?"
Song Xizhi nodded, then put his finger to his lips in a shushing gesture: "But Uncle, you must not tell anyone about this."
Su Mingli nodded: "What exactly happened?"
If you think about it, He Jingyan's waking up is somewhat related to her mother's situation, because Song Xizhi originally thought that the assassination attempt that night was aimed at her.
Although we still don't know who the assassination attempt that night was for.
Is it her? Or He Jingyan?
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