Chapter 61 Chapter 61 My position is you
"Isn't the princess' wedding today? I couldn't find a suitable red piece of jewelry, so I took it out and put it on in a hurry." Fu Wang explained when he saw her grabbing the bracelet angrily.
Jiang Hexue refused to give in: "Take it off and give it back to me."
"A gift once given is like water poured out, how can you take it back?" Fu Wang held it tightly without moving.
Jiang Hexue didn't let go either: "I gave Sister Fu Xian's daughter away, not you. Give it back to me."
Fu Wang refused to let go, so she simply used her long and sharp nail polish to pull hard, breaking the silk rope. The jade beads fell to the ground with a "crackling" sound and rolled everywhere.
Fu Wang was stunned: "Hexue, you..."
Jiang Hexue closed his eyes tiredly.
After a moment, she raised her eyes again, her usual smile shimmering in them, and repeated to him, "Fu Wang, I'm very good at deceiving people. I can even tell when someone is being deceived."
"There are countless people who are just pretending to please you, and you are no exception."
"But Fu Wang, I don't want to get into that kind of trouble with you."
"I've been in Liangzhou for many years and have met many people, but you and Gan Le are the only ones I truly treat as my friends."
"Let's be respectful to each other."
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When I returned to the banquet room, three rounds of wine had already passed.
Most of the guests had left, and the view of the crowded hall became wider. Jiang Hexue easily found Shen Qingchen sitting in the vice-chairman's seat.
Most of the people who had not left were members of the royal family whom she was already familiar with. Jiang Hexue did not care much about the distinction between men and women and walked towards Shen Qingchen.
"Little aunt." Jiang Xingcong was the first to see her. He walked towards her steadily and said with a smile.
Jiang Hexue was stunned for a moment when he really changed his words, then smiled with his eyes curved: "Nephew and son-in-law, congratulations on your wedding."
Jiang Xingcong toasted her, and she drank it readily. Then she heard him say with a smile, "Thank you very much, little uncle, for blocking a lot of wine for me today. If not, I'm afraid I would be unconscious now."
Jiang Hexue raised an eyebrow in surprise: "No problem. Let me go check on him first."
Jiang Xingcong gestured to her and went to entertain others. She walked quickly towards Shen Qingchen.
Three steps away, Shen Qingchen raised his misty peach blossom eyes and looked at her, his thin lips moving slightly, silently calling her nickname.
But he always called her "Hexue" or "Princess" in front of others. He was really drunk.
Jiang Hexue stood beside him: "Zhaohua, are you drunk?"
She thought she was asking the question even though she knew the answer.
Although the young man sat upright with his back straight, his usually cold and white face was now flushed with a faint red from the alcohol. His thin lips were rosy and his long black eyelashes drooped, casting a pale shadow under his eyes that seemed inexplicably lonely.
But Shen Qingchen shook her head, her fingers lightly grasping the edge of her sleeve.
"If you're alright, will you go home?" he asked softly. "Or are you going back to Qianxiangfang?"
"Go home," Jiang Hexue replied. "You're so drunk, go home and rest."
She greeted Jiang Xingcong and Madam Jiang Xiang, then turned around and took Shen Qingchen's hand: "I'll help you."
Shen Qingchen obediently put his hand in her palm and let her lead him to stand up, as if he was really drunk, like a silent running-in music.
But Mohele walked steadily, holding her hand as usual, and didn't need her support at all.
Jiang Hexue glanced at him several times in surprise: "You're drunk, but you can still walk so steadily?"
She was drunk and couldn't even sit straight, and she staggered with every step she took when she walked.
"I'm not drunk." Shen Qingchen corrected her.
"Only a drunk person would say they're not drunk." Jiang Hexue didn't believe it. She loved to deny things when she was drunk.
Shen Qingchen did not correct her again, but held her tightly, his fingers pressed against hers without leaving an inch of space, as if he was afraid that she would slip away from his hand.
They were so close that Jiang Hexue felt uncomfortable because of the red jade bracelet on his wrist: "Zhaohua, loosen up a bit."
She looked at the bracelet and thought of Fu Wang who was so angry that his forehead was throbbing. Then she thought of Su Miner and the purple-ivory-black necklace. A feeling of depression surged in her heart and she frowned unconsciously.
It was not until her toes kicked the step stool beside the carriage that she came back to her senses. She didn't even notice when her palms became empty.
When she turned her head again, she found that Shen Qingchen beside her was looking down at her, his fingers very lightly holding the edge of her sleeve, not even touching her wrist.
Her eyelashes were half-drooped, and her peach blossom eyes were as still as an ancient well without ripples.
But he was also lost in thought. After she called him twice, he slowly raised his eyes and whispered, "Qingqing Qiongqiong."
Jiang Hexue felt a burning sensation in her ears when he suddenly called her affectionately.
"Get in the car and rest first." She urged with a hot face.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shen Chuning stepping onto the carriage. He remembered the powder that Hasiqiqige used to treat amnesia and walked towards her carriage anxiously.
The silver-red sleeve edge slipped lightly from Shen Qingchen's palm.
He instinctively bent his fingers and grabbed again, but he only caught the cool and gentle breeze of early spring and a strand of her black hair blown away by the wind.
After standing quietly for a while, Shen Qingchen took out the purse he carried with him from his sleeve pocket, opened it, and looked down.
Inside was the love knot they had tied years ago, placed intact.
He stared at it silently for a long time, then brought the hair close to his nose and sniffed it. Finally, he carefully took out the heart knot and added this hair in.
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Jiang Heye still hates taking medicine as much as he did when he was young.
Jiang Hexue persuaded him several times, but in the end he was still thinking about Shen Qingchen and entrusted the important task to Shen Chuning.
But when he hurried to the carriage, Shen Qingchen was still standing outside the carriage, enjoying the breeze, his eyes fixed on the purse in his palm, wondering what he was thinking about.
It was still the purse with black bamboo embroidered on a moon-white background.
Jiang Hexue suddenly remembered that she had promised him that she would give him a brighter purse in the spring to match hers.
She quickly went through the orders that Qianxiangfang had received in recent days in her mind. It wasn't a lot. Once she got the purple-toothed black collar back, she would have time to embroider it for him.
You can also draw patterns whenever you have time during these few days.
Thinking of this, she gently hooked his hand and said, "Don't blow the wind to sober up. I'll give you some sobering soup when I get home."
Shen Qingchen glanced at her, squeezed her hand a little tighter, and shook her head childishly, "No."
He knew his alcohol tolerance and would not get drunk even if he drank any number of jars of this light wine. However, he would get red in the face whenever he drank.
"I'll feed you." But Jiang Hexue looked at him and said indulgently.
The smile on her lips is gentle and beautiful, far more bright and beautiful than the newly blooming winter jasmine.
Even if you hear it with your own ears, she said, she is very good at lying.
When Fu Wang was worried that she would find it difficult to get rid of him and leave, he confidently promised her "no".
But amidst the clamor of the crowd, Shen Qingchen could still clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat, just as before, just like the countless moments when he and she looked into each other's eyes in Liangzhou during his youth.
He finally lowered his head and replied softly, "Okay."
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Uncle Fu confirmed with Jiang Hexue three times before he reluctantly accepted the fact that Shen Qingchen was "drunk". Not long after, the kitchen brought the sobering soup.
Jiang Hexue imitated how he usually treated her, picked out some spicy shredded ginger, patiently blew it cool, and fed it to his lips.
Shen Qingchen was much more obedient than her. She didn't make a fuss or struggle. She just followed her hand and quickly finished the whole bowl.
She took her clothes and obediently went back to his bedroom to take a bath, leaving the bath in her bedroom for her to enjoy alone.
Soaking in the warm bath water, Jiang Hexue habitually sorted out what happened to Su Min'er today.
The Shangbao Bureau will release the results soon.
But she was unwilling to let Su Min'er go.
She didn't think that Su Min'er, a lady who had grown up in Kyoto for many years, would be able to obtain her mother's relics from the Marquis of Zhenbei by such a coincidence.
However, she had no idea who was manipulating everything behind the scenes.
Somehow, she suddenly remembered the gray-robed guest that Fu Wang often saw, whom the madam of Zuileju mentioned.
She didn't know how Fu Wang, a playboy who grew up in Liangzhou, could have an old friend in Kyoto who he saw more frequently than her and Ruan Yueyi.
She let her thoughts wander until the warm bath water gradually turned cold. Finally, she stood up, dried her long hair, changed into a light spring lingerie and went out.
As spring gets warmer, the leather tent used in winter has been replaced with a silk gauze with a moon-white background embroidered with red cherry blossoms. The inner gauze is half hanging down. A young man who has just finished bathing sits on the edge of the couch with a book in his hand, his profile hazy and handsome.
Jiang Hexue shook her head and trotted into his arms.
The scroll in Shen Qingchen's hand fell beside the couch, but he ignored it and just hugged her skillfully, with a tiny smile in his peach blossom eyes.
"Sober?" Jiang Hexue teased him. "Why are you so studious again?"
"It's the account book of the Ministry of Revenue."
Jiang Hexue's smile faltered for a moment before he asked, "Do you know about the dispute between me and Su Min'er?"
Shen Qingchen said "hmm" and said nothing else.
"...Zhaohua," Jiang Hexue stared at the account book for a moment before speaking softly. "That's the only thing my mother left me."
"Even if it offends the Su family in every way, I must take it back."
She didn't ask for his help, but simply looked at him with her clear purple eyes, her voice softer than spring cotton wool: "Zhaohua, I don't want you to interfere."
The cotton wool is wet and it makes my heart feel suffocated.
The two of them remained silent for at least a cup of tea, and Shen Qingchen slowly lowered his eyelashes: "Do you want to talk about reason or love?"
Jiang Hexue had never expected him to speak like this. He raised his eyebrows with interest and said, "Then tell me everything?"
"Logically speaking, the Su family has been entrenched in Beijing for nearly a hundred years. It would be easy for them to tamper with the Shangbao Bureau."
"The Queen Mother has just informed us. The identification result is amethyst. The necklace will be returned to the Su family as usual. And don't even think about catching the person behind this scheme."
"Even if it's Ziyawu, my royal brother won't return it to you."
"Smuggling is a serious crime. The collar will probably be confiscated by my brother. It will be extremely difficult to retrieve it then."
Jiang Hexue's expression gradually tensed up as he spoke. She knew that every word Shen Qingchen said made sense.
"So, what about romance?" she asked. "Which side are you on? The Su family, who have a better chance of success, or the royal family?"
Shen Qingchen's long eyelashes trembled slightly, then raised them again, her amber pupils clear and gentle.
"It's you." Jiang Hexue heard him say.
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The moon was at its zenith, the rain was drizzling, and the girl, exhausted from a whole day, was sleeping soundly behind the curtains.
In front of the long desk, the young man in black put down his charcoal pencil, used his long fingers to lift the bed curtain, and placed the written note next to her pillow.
Then, he pressed it with the white jade token he always wore at his waist, took off the white jade ring on his ring finger, and put it on her thumb.
"A sharp knife can cut the Gordian knot," Shen Qingchen lowered his eyes and looked at her, saying softly. "There's no need to wait until mid-spring to provoke you."
"My dear," he carefully took her hand, which was hanging by the edge of the bed, leaned over slightly, and placed a very light kiss on her fingertips. "Sweet dreams."
He took down the dragon tongue bow hanging high on the wall, put on a straw raincoat and stepped into the rain.
The spring rain will only leave the traces he wants to see.
And wash away all the sins that caught her off guard in the spring.
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