Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Despicable and Unbearable Possessiveness
After Shen Qingchen said this, Jiang Hexue realized belatedly that Leng Lai was coming.
Her embroidered shoes and silk stockings were soaked by the snow water, and she was so cold that she couldn't help shivering.
Shen Qingchen held her ankle, slowly took off her stockings and embroidered shoes, and put on her leather boots: "The other one."
Her right foot rested on his left hand, which was inconvenient, but Jiang Hexue was too lazy to do it herself: "You do it."
Shen Qingchen smiled, changed her position and held her sideways, wiped the cold snow water from her feet with a robe, and neatly changed her right foot into a leather boot.
Jiang Hexue sighed comfortably, asking him to let her go, and then looked up at him across the falling snow.
The snow was falling heavily, and none of them had umbrellas. Shen Qingchen's loose black hair was covered with white jade flowers, and tiny jade flowers also fell on his thick black eyelashes, sparkling and moist.
His thin lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself. Finally, he just raised his hand and gently brushed off the white flowers in her hair.
"If it fell more and lasted longer, it would be great if your hair turned completely white," Jiang Hexue said with a smile. "Then I could see the 'little immortal' transform into the 'old immortal'."
"You probably didn't look good at that time." Shen Qingchen said softly, brushing away the snow from her hair.
It must not be to her liking.
Maybe she won't be by his side anymore.
More likely, it won't be delayed until that later. Who knows, she might run away on her own on the second day after she recognizes Jiang Heye.
Don’t worry about anyone, just come back when you’ve had enough fun.
She should not want others to look for her and disturb her happiness.
But when will she come back? And will she come back?
Shen Qingchen didn’t know.
He only knew that his value to her was becoming less and less - it would be gone when she recognized Jiang Heye.
The Qingyuan marriage was over long ago, and there was no need for her to stay with him anymore.
She didn't love him that much, she just thought he was nice, so she was often willing to coax him... and lie to him.
He had always known this, but he had allowed himself to be unaware of it, and only today did he seem to have just woken up from a dream.
At this moment, he was unable to stop the despicable and unbearable possessive desire in his heart in time.
Shen Qingchen thought that she could use him for a while to do other things.
For example, seeking revenge on the Marquis of Zhenbei.
He used this time gained through deception and greed to try harder to make her fall in love with him completely.
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Silver charcoal was burning in the room, and the floor heater had been lit early. As soon as she entered the room, Jiang Hexue put on her leather boots and let Shen Qingchen put her on the bed.
"I'm sleepy," she muttered, looking out the window. "But the sun is almost up, I'll hold on a little longer."
Shen Qingchen pulled the quilt over her and covered her with it, then lowered his eyes and looked at her red feet: "Are you cold?"
"Some." Jiang Hexue stepped on his thigh. "Warm me up."
Shen Qingchen's body stiffened slightly, and he didn't push or respond.
"Zhaohua, my husband..." Jiang Hexue dragged out the last syllable, stepped on his leg twice, then curled her toes and rubbed it lightly against his leg.
The itch ran up along the bones from where she rubbed.
Shen Qingchen pulled the fox fur she had piled beside the couch, covered her legs with it, and also covered her rebellious feet. Her voice was helpless and a little hoarse: "Okay."
"Warm me up." Jiang Hexue coveted the warmth of his hand, unwilling to let go of it from her face, and asked him to warm it with his other hand. "It's frozen, rub it."
Shen Qingchen raised the corner of his lips, gently held her arch with his left hand, and soothed her.
His palms were dry and warm, and his fingertips, covered with light calluses, rubbed the soles of her feet with neither too much nor too little force.
Jiang Hexue instinctively curled up her toes, her cheeks flushed as she thought of something, and she quickly lowered her head.
"What's going on?" Shen Qingchen was confused. "It hurts?"
Jiang Hexue shook her head and said politely, "Today is only the seventh day..."
"The eighth day of the first lunar month." Shen Qingchen replied as the sky turned pale.
"Then there are still seven days." Jiang Hexue continued.
"Fifteen?" Shen Qingchen didn't know what she was looking forward to. After thinking for a moment, she remembered that on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the results of the Spring Examination would be announced.
Oh, you didn’t make a wish just now, but now you are thinking about Fu Wang again?
Thinking of Fu Wang, she asked him to stay up all night with her and massage her feet.
Excessive.
Shen Qingchen pressed his fingertips against the soles of her feet, exerting a little force, and heard the girl beside him couldn't help but "wu" sound. Although she could hear the surprise, the tone was delicate and soft, like...
He didn't dare to let himself think too much, and just felt that he had stayed up too late.
"Husband," Jiang Hexue called him at this moment, her voice still as soft and gentle as a kitten's claws scratching the tip of her ear, turning it red. "I want to discuss something with you."
"Go ahead." Shen Qingchen looked away, then thought that she was talking, so it would be better to look at her, so he suppressed his gaze slightly and turned his gaze back.
"You say, at our age, twice a month, isn't that too... restrained?" Jiang Hexue rubbed his leg with her toes again, looking at him eagerly. "I think indulgence is just as harmful to the body as abstinence."
"Are you worried about Fifteen because of this?" Shen Qingchen restrained her rebellious feet, her tone slightly hoarse.
"This doesn't count as caring about me." Jiang Hexue corrected him.
"……look forward to?"
"Shut up!" Jiang Hexue blushed. "You've read so many books, how come you don't have a single nice word to say right now?"
Shen Qingchen remained silent, her ears red, but her eyes were calm: "What do you want?"
"The next day." Jiang Hexue opened his mouth.
Shen Qingchen shook his head.
"Three days."
He still shook his head and refused even after she said "five days, eight days".
"Discuss! How can we discuss if you don't say a word!" Jiang Hexue was angry and embarrassed. She was not a thick-skinned person when it came to this kind of thing, otherwise she would not have accepted to be blindfolded the first time, nor would she have put the initiative in Shen Qingchen's hands every time.
"If I follow your instructions completely, that's considered a negotiation?" Shen Qingchen remained unmoved as she shook her arm.
He didn't know if this kind of thing would become boring, annoying... and disgusting to her if it happened too often.
Jiang Hexue was tired. After hitting a wall one after another, his temper flared up. "If you don't want to discuss it, then don't discuss it. How can a couple need to discuss a date for such a matter?"
"We're both willing to do this, but why are you making it seem like I'm forcing you? Who wants to be around you?" She pulled her foot away from him and kicked him in dissatisfaction. "I'm sleepy and need to rest."
It was dawn, the rising sun illuminated the temple, and the sound of the young abbots chanting in unison could be faintly heard.
A person as conservative as Shen Qingchen actually stayed up all night with her.
Jiang Hexue felt a little better. She glanced at him and thought that if he took the initiative to lower his head, hug her and coax her to sleep, she would be magnanimous and forgiving.
Maybe all the disciplines he received in his childhood were as strict as his, and they always need to be adjusted.
“Do you want to accompany me?” But Shen Qingchen just asked.
"Don't." Having just had a conflict, Jiang Hexue didn't want to appear easy to please, so she feigned a refusal, then added softly, "It's not impossible..."
But before she finished her words, she saw Shen Qingchen nodded slightly, got up and left, leaving her with only an emotionless "sweet dream".
"Wood!" Jiang Hexue was really angry this time. She rolled around twice while hugging the quilt, and felt that the bed was not comfortable no matter how she lay on it. There was no hidden bag and no Shen Qingchen.
But she had been through the night and didn't have the energy to complain so much. She grumbled to Shen Qingchen a few words and then went to sleep with the quilt pressed down on her.
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When Shen Qingchen pushed the door open and entered the room, Jiang Heye was awake.
He was proficient in medicine and could treat himself. He inserted a row of silver needles into his arm and respectfully called out to him, "Your Highness."
A small snake emerged from his collar, with silver-white skin, black and purple vertical pupils, and it hissed as it spit out its tongue.
"Go back." Jiang Heye knocked the snake's head and then smiled at Shen Qingchen. "Sorry, Your Highness, I am your pet."
Shen Qingchen dragged the round stool closer without much concern, sat down, and said, "Don't let the princess see it, she might be frightened."
Jiang Heye replied "Yes", and then heard him say: "I came here to discuss something with you."
"I have informed the princess of the matter between me and Kurong Manor."
"I want to talk to you about Rongchang." Shen Qingchen didn't mince words and got straight to the point. "Rongchang will be coming of age this spring. In March, my brother has already been searching for a consort for her among the sons of aristocratic families. He will be chosen by the end of the year."
Jiang Heye was silent for a long while before he continued, "The princess is kind-hearted and virtuous. If she can marry a man of her dreams, I will be very happy for her."
His reaction was within Shen Qingchen's expectations. Hearing this, he spoke slowly, "I know your family background and can tell you about it without risking your life to investigate."
Jiang Heye raised his eyebrows slightly, and quickly thought about the pros and cons: "Your Highness, please state the conditions."
Chen Qingchen stroked the ribs of the white jade folding fan and spoke slowly, "The Prince Consort of Changning is the king of western Yunnan, a man of both civil and military talents; the Prince Consort of Rouyang is the eldest son of the Xie family, a valiant and skilled warrior. Before he was twenty, he annihilated Nanjing and now holds the rank of Second Grade."
"I am willing to sacrifice my life for this honor."
Shen Qingchen's face was expressionless, and his voice remained calm. His words were objective and not forceful: "Even if you risk your life, it will take three to five years. Now, Longlin's only enemy, Beixuanchu, has defeated King Xiang. It is unlikely that there will be any war this year."
Jiang Heye was as smart as Jiang Hexue, and he made a quick decision before he could point it out: "I am willing to serve Your Highness."
Shen Qingchen didn't need him to be loyal, and knew that he had no choice but to swear this time, so he concisely confessed his family background to Jiang Heye.
"So, you want me to kill my own father?" Jiang Heye raised his eyebrows again. "Interesting."
Kurongzhuang is a killer organization, and he has killed many people. He does not hate his biological father who is a stranger in his memory, but just treats it as a mission.
But I am still surprised by this sentence.
Filial piety is highly valued nowadays. Although he is not a filial person and has grievances against his family who abandoned him in his early years, he probably would not go so far as to kill them with his own hands.
What’s past is past, we’ll never have anything to do with each other again.
"The Marquis of Zhenbei has committed many evil deeds and is definitely not a good person." Shen Qingchen warned. "If he finds out that you two are alive, I'm afraid he will come to murder you. You must be prepared for danger in times of peace."
"Even if he's not executed, any of his crimes, if thoroughly investigated, are punishable by death," he said. "Embezzlement of military funds, smuggling..."
Jiang Heye took a breath and said, "Get rid of this evil for the people."
Shen Qingchen didn't care what he thought, and only arranged: "In case of war, your poison needle is not suitable for the battlefield. Go and learn to control the beast. There is a master."
Jiang Heye's lazy attitude of not wanting to learn was the same as Jiang Hexue's: "I want to play with my sister for a few days before I learn."
"The second condition," Shen Qingchen spoke at this moment, his voice light and calm, but what he said made Jiang Heye almost drop his jaw in shock.
"No matter what, you can't recognize He Xue."
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