Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Please Love Me
Of course Jiang Hexue would not throw it away. She carefully put it into her dressing box and held Shen Qingchen in her arms to sleep.
During the two days that Ruan Yueyi and I stayed at Princess Kunyi's mansion, they slept on the same bed, but they would chat until the third or fourth watch, and then sleep until noon.
Moreover, there was no night-shining pearl in Ruan Yueyi's bedroom. Considering her fear of the dark, she would light a scented candle, but the flickering candlelight actually disturbed Jiang Hexue's sleep.
This time she nestled in Shen Qingchen's arms, her head resting on his arm again. The flickering candlelight was replaced by the gentle night pearl. Without saying a word, she felt at ease and relaxed.
"It's been a while since I've rested at home." Jiang Hexue buried her face in his chest and sniffed. "Husband, you smell so good."
The nose smelled of a similar aroma to my own, mixed with the cooling sensation of mint and borneol, but it didn't make me sober.
"It's better to sleep with you." She leaned into his arms again, found the most comfortable position, and asked him for a kiss before falling asleep. After just a cup of tea, she fell into a deep sleep.
The night is cooler than water, and a warm and soft quilt is very suitable for a good sleep.
But Shen Qingchen showed no sign of tiredness.
He held her tightly out of instinct, but his hands pressed on her lower back, and he gradually loosened his grip, fearing that he would hurt her.
He is probably a person with a cold heart.
He only knew two things clearly.
First, he loves her.
The other is that she doesn't love him.
"Qiong Qiong," Shen Qingchen spoke after a long moment, her clear, hoarse voice revealing the grievance she felt. "You lied to me."
"I'm going to hate you too."
"I hate you all night long..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the girl in his arms hum softly.
With a hazy nasal tone, the soft top of her hair rubbed against his heart, back and forth several times, trying to smooth out the wrinkles at the tip of his heart.
Shen Qingchen glanced at the clepsydra and sighed softly, "Not even a cup of tea."
"Don't love him anymore." He lowered his head and got closer to her. "He's not good."
"If Fu Wang really loves you..." He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.
"Please love me." Just like that, he begged in a hoarse voice.
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Jiang Hexue slept until the afternoon.
The mattress beside her was still warm. She touched two warm hot water bottles and then got up, rubbing her eyes.
Shen Qingchen was not at home. She casually tied her hair up, put on a coat, and walked out with a plain face.
"You still remember to wake up." Before stepping out of the yard, I heard Ruan Yueyi's joke.
"Grandun!" followed by Yun Li's sweet and crisp laughter.
"What are you doing here?" Jiang Hexue brought Yunli over and glanced at Ruan Yueyi. "Little niece?"
Ruan Yueyi was so blocked by her that she couldn't say a word.
"What? If calling Zhaohua 'little imperial uncle' is so convenient, why can't he call me that?" Jiang Hexue added fuel to the fire.
"Ling Zhao is here with her cousin to pay New Year's greetings." Yun Li glanced at Ruan Yueyi, who was frowning, and shook Jiang Hexue's skirt. "The Imperial Uncle is waiting for you to have lunch. The cousin is not popular, and the Imperial Uncle ignores her."
"Yunli!" Ruan Yueyi was shocked and angry. "You're turning your elbow outward!"
Jiang Hexue made a face at her, and Yun Li followed suit.
Ruan Yueyi frowned again: "Childish."
"Our Ling Zhao is still a little kid." Jiang Hexue led Yun Li outside. "Who else is like you, so mature at such a young age?"
"I can't even talk to you for three sentences before you start arguing." Ruan Yueyi followed behind with a sour face. "I don't know how the little uncle can tolerate you."
"Zhaohua has a good temper and never gets angry with me." Jiang Hexue curled her lips slightly. "As for you, you're still young and too naive."
Ruan Yueyi was born in the fourth year of the Yongjia era, two years younger than her. Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but glare at her: "I don't believe it."
"Let's wait and see." Jiang Hexue snorted indifferently.
Taking Yunli to the main hall, he saw that the hall was silent, with smoke curling up. Two young men were sitting opposite each other playing chess.
"Husband." Jiang Hexue interrupted the silence and called out, then looked at Jiang Xingcong, who was sitting opposite Shen Qingchen. "Is my nephew-in-law here too?"
"Greetings, little aunt." Jiang Xingcong was stunned for a moment, then immediately changed his words to suit her wishes. "I wish the little aunt a happy new year and long-lasting blessings."
"Let's have fun together." Jiang Hexue curled her lips in a good mood, raised her eyebrows and looked at Ruan Yueyi again. "Look at your husband."
"Jiang Xingcong!" Ruan Yueyi was angry.
She turned to the only person at the table who might be able to control Jiang Hexue and asked for help: "Little uncle, Gan Le and Young Master Jiang haven't gotten married yet. Changing your mind now is against etiquette."
Jiang Hexue looked at him at the same time and raised his eyebrows.
Shen Qingchen pursed the corner of her lips slightly, and before she could speak, she saw her blinking at her very quickly, the corner of her lips curled up, revealing the tip of her thin white teeth.
"It's just a matter of time." She said with a smile. "It should be okay, right? What do you think? Husband, sir—"
The ending note is long, and the tune is sweet and delicate.
"Yes." After a moment, Shen Qingchen lowered his eyes. "No need to be so polite."
Ruan Yueyi's eyes widened in shock: "Little uncle?! No need to be so polite?!"
Her usually calm expression was like a raging storm.
"Dan Le," Shen Qingchen said calmly again. "Excuse me."
Ruan Yueyi was choked and couldn't say a word. She didn't dare look at Shen Qingchen, which made Jiang Hexue, who was so complacent, unable to vent her anger. Finally, she took out her anger on Jiang Xingcong: "It's all your fault!"
Jiang Xingcong scratched his hair, smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, and changed the subject at the right time: "Jiang admits defeat."
"Have lunch." Ruan Yueyi urged Jiang Hexue. "The young uncle is still waiting for you, it's useless."
"Use it to go to the store," she added. "Don't be lazy during the first few days."
Jiang Hexue sighed: "Let's go together."
"Wait for you for three quarters of an hour." Ruan Yueyi nodded.
After saying a few words, Jiang Hexue turned around again and saw Yunli sitting in Shen Qingchen's arms.
"Grandun, Lingzhao is hungry." She blinked her watery blue eyes. "Lingzhao wants to eat too."
Jiang Hexue readily agreed, and just as she took a step forward, someone gently hooked her little finger.
Shen Qingchen didn't look at her. He held Yun Li in one hand, with the other hand hanging by his side, not open. His face was cold, as if he had just touched her accidentally.
But his five fingers were not tightly together, allowing her to see his empty palm clearly.
"What? Do you want to hold hands?" Jiang Hexue exposed him.
Shen Qingchen started playing deaf and dumb again.
Jiang Hexue couldn't kiss him, but luckily she had a little helper by her side: "Lingzhao, do you think it would be pleasing or irritating for your great-uncle if I hold his hand now?"
Yun Li pouted and nodded: "Ling Zhao's father and mother will also hold hands."
But she immediately shook her head: "But every time it was my father who took the initiative to lead my mother, so my uncle and grandfather would not be willing."
Jiang Hexue suppressed her laughter and nodded: "Ling Zhao is right."
Shen Qingchen remained silent, and Jiang Hexue did not urge him. His fingers touched his intentionally or unintentionally, and then left immediately.
After a quarter of an hour of walking from the flower hall to the dining hall, Yun Li was already exhausted. Jiang Hexue, who could no longer remember the way, also realized: "Zhao Hua, take a detour!"
"They've all gone to your study!" She glanced at the words on the roadside sign and said dissatisfiedly. "You're going the wrong way! Turn back!"
Shen Qingchen finally spoke, very softly: "Qiong Qiong."
The hand hanging by his side was finally raised, clasped with hers, and pinched her fingertips with very light force, as if to please her.
Jiang Hexue calmed down after a few of his moves. When she raised her head and saw his thick, moist eyelashes, she lost her temper even more.
"Are you maltose?" she muttered. "Clingy."
"Then are you going home tonight?" Shen Qingchen just asked.
"Yes." Jiang Hexue nodded without hesitation.
"Maltose is sweet! Lingzhao loves it!" Yun Li shook her head and rubbed Shen Qingchen's shoulder.
"No wonder he's so close to your great-uncle." Jiang Hexue rubbed the top of her head. "Wheat maltose and barley maltose."
"Is the Emperor's great uncle also sweet?" Yun Li was puzzled.
Jiang Hexue followed her and hummed, unable to resist laughing: "My sweetheart, what are you having for dinner?"
"Is it possible to have flatbread during the New Year?" Shen Qingchen didn't object to the name. Seeing her shake her head, he asked again, "What kind of filling do you want?"
"Beef and carrots." Jiang Hexue thought, feeling greedy. "I haven't had this since I left Liangzhou. Is that okay?"
"I'll wait for you at home." Shen Qingchen said.
There is always a hint of double meaning in his words, which makes people think hard.
But Jiang Hexue was lazy: "No, I won't go back."
"It's done." He said clearly. "I'm going back home."
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Qianxiangfang’s business was much more prosperous than Jiang Hexue had imagined.
Before she married into the palace, Qianxiangfang's business was very good. Although it was far from making a fortune every day, it should have earned the most in the entire North Third Street.
She is quite content with being such a lazy businessman.
But when I went there today, I realized what it meant to be "crowded with people".
Without thinking too much, you will know that it is all thanks to the blessing of "Princess Heng'an".
Jiang Hexue felt inexplicably irritated, but she was not someone who could get along with gold and silver, so she strode into the store.
"The boss is here." The woman she had chosen earlier, Bai Tan, was the one organizing the business. She smiled as soon as she saw her. "I've already installed the new perfumed ornaments as you instructed, but there aren't many people shopping..."
Jiang Hexue glanced at the price: "It's too expensive."
"No matter how cheap it is, it's a bargain. How can our labor costs be so cheap?" Ruan Yueyi disagreed.
"I sold it to the wrong person." Jiang Hexue pondered for a moment. "The incense products Qianxiangfang used to sell were for common people or minor officials. Now, such exquisite products must be sold to nobles."
"Most of the nobles in the capital buy their perfumes from the Su family's incense shop," Ruan Yueyi reminded her. "Mr. Su was the late emperor's perfumer. The Su family has a unique way of making perfumes. The nobles in the capital have been buying perfumes for a century, so it's hard to change."
Jiang Hexue didn't know this and couldn't help but frown when he heard it.
The Su family, Empress Dowager Su… In the past, she wouldn't have cared much about it, but now, she had to think twice. "Don't compete with the Su family," she thought. "We sell perfumed ornaments, not traditional perfumes."
"First, build your reputation. We're selling something new. Even good wine needs a bush," Jiang Hexue said. "There's a gathering going on lately, so let's go out together. Also, Bai Tan, wait for us to give you some small orders, and then spread the word."
"Make some simple incense beads, raise the price a bit, and sell them to regular customers first." She quickly made a plan, arranged the small matters, then rolled up her sleeves and went into the inner room to make incense.
The best-selling incense in winter is Spring Letter in the Snow. She kneaded the incense mud and kneaded some for Shen Qingchen as well.
She still remembered his New Year's gift.
Ruan Yueyi was writing a list on the side and asked about it. Jiang Hexue told her everything, only omitting the matter of Fu Wang's instigation.
She had to judge for herself, at least for now, she couldn't detect anything.
Jiang Hexue's wrist was sore from rubbing it. He glanced at the clepsydra and found that it was only a quarter of an hour before curfew.
"Tell His Highness that I won't go back." She instructed Xue Lan.
"Didn't you promise the little uncle?"
"That's fine. If His Highness asks, just tell him—" Jiang Hexue thought for a moment and said indifferently, "I'll be back when I'm free."
"Anyway, he won't be angry with me."
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