Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Today is the fifteenth day, shouldn't we take a step further? ...
The spring breeze was lingering, and the body temperature of the young man behind me came through a thin layer of clothing.
This posture was too intimate. She could clearly feel every cool breath and every strong heartbeat of his.
"Why is it too long?" Jiang Hexue asked, slowly kneading his fingertips. "When do you want to hug me?"
"From the moment you held my arm in Kunning Palace," Shen Qingchen whispered. "I knew you would stand by me."
"I wanted to hug you right then," he said, his usually emotionless voice now tinged with a hint of complaint. "You talk too much."
Jiang Hexue couldn't help laughing: "You're acting like a spoiled child."
Shen Qingchen said nothing, but rubbed her shoulder with his chin, and the hair on his temples rubbed her earlobe softly, and a few strands of hair also lay softly on her neck.
"So you just want a hug?" Jiang Hexue raised her finger, lightly stroking his fingertips. Her raspy, sweet voice was naturally alluring. "You don't want to do anything else?"
After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen relaxed a little and turned her around in his arms.
His gaze was unusually direct, staring at the tiny specks of light on her curled eyelashes, then slowly moving down to stare at the corners of her lips that were always slightly raised.
I want to kiss you. I really want to kiss you right away.
But he politely asked Jiang Hexue's opinion: "Is it okay?"
"If you don't tell me what it is, how can I know whether it is possible or not?" What he wanted to say was written in his eyes, but Jiang Hexue didn't want to let him be lazy, so she asked deliberately.
Shen Qingchen looked at her wordlessly, her earlobes gradually turning red.
He imitated her and pinched her fingertips, then moved upwards to rub her delicate wrist bones, gritting his teeth and not speaking.
The movements were slow and gentle, with a hint of pleading for mercy.
"Go ahead." But Jiang Hexue would never let him go. "If you don't tell me, I won't allow it no matter what."
"...I want to kiss you." After staring at each other for a while, Shen Qingchen finally fell silent and touched her eyelashes with his fingertips. "Here."
He tapped the corner of her lips again: "And here."
The force of his fingertips was so light, as light as willow catkins blown by the breeze, but not at all as soft as willow catkins.
Jiang Hexue suppressed the urge to kiss him directly and asked him, "Is that all? No tongue sticking out? No further progress? Today is the fifteenth day of the Chen month..."
Her words were too straightforward and too bold. Shen Qingchen was so embarrassed by her that her face turned red, and even her red fingertips became hotter and hotter.
"Cat." He called softly, as if using this term of endearment to ask her to let him go.
But Jiang Hexue blinked: "Scream again?"
Shen Qingchen refused to listen to her. His patience was exhausted.
He lowered his head and kissed the tips of her upturned eyelashes.
His palm moved down to her lower back, and he gently kissed the corner of her lips, like a dragonfly flying low over the water before the rain, creating tiny but endless ripples.
But he only restrained himself on the surface and did not go deep. His lips lingered lightly and tenderly, and he only bit her lip lightly when she raised her arms to hug his neck.
He rolled on it reluctantly, then retreated with a sense of unfulfilled desire.
"Is that really the case?" Jiang Hexue was still unsatisfied. "I didn't say you can't stick out your tongue, or go any further."
Shen Qingchen stared at her opening and closing red lips without blinking.
Plump, moist, and lip balm stained by kisses, he just tasted the sweetness of the pomegranate flowers with a slight astringency.
"Not sleeping anymore?" he said hoarsely. "Then let's continue."
Jiang Hexue regretted it, but it was too late.
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But Shen Qingchen didn't go too far in the end.
Business cannot be delayed, his waist injury has not healed yet, and Jiang Hexue is too tired to catch up on sleep.
He just hugged her clingingly for a long time before he properly untied her hair, wiped off her makeup, took off her coat and skirt, and carried her to the bed to rest.
He went to get the ointment and bandage, undressed and applied the medicine.
"Why didn't you tell me about Mother's affairs?" Jiang Hexue pressed the hidden sac, half complaining, half scolding. "Zhaohua, you've hidden so much from me."
Shen Qingchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and instead of answering, he asked, "How much did you hear?"
"How much do you want me to hear?" Jiang Hexue raised her eyes and asked seriously. "Everything, or nothing at all?"
"Did I offend you?" Shen Qingchen just asked.
Jiang Hexue shook her head: "You don't have to worry about this all the time."
"I don't know. If I hadn't heard it today, when would you have told me, or would you have told me?"
Shen Qingchen was silent, his thick eyelashes drooped, hiding the look in his peach blossom eyes.
Jiang Hexue understood what he meant, sighed softly, and held his hand: "Zhaohua, don't be like this."
"I want to know more about you," she said. "What's in your heart, what you've been through, everything about you."
Then I still want to listen, and I am still dissatisfied with him.
"When I have time, I will tell you everything I know." Shen Qingchen finally said, but that was all he said.
He did not agree with what she said later.
After all, even the carefully embellished self didn't seem to be liked enough by her. After meeting Fu Wang that day, she couldn't help but frown even when holding his hand.
Then how could she know his bad side, that is, his paranoia, his meanness, his pettiness, his anxiety and separation?
How could she like it?
Every bit of beauty and warmth is like the moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, or the edge of her sleeve that easily slipped from his hand that day, and one day they will disappear without a trace.
But even so, he remains the same as before.
Sinking into self-deception.
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Spring nights with light rain are the best time to go out quietly and do things that cannot be done during the day.
Jiang Hexue applied a thick layer of turmeric powder on her face, and used Luozidai to draw her originally thin and curved eyebrows thick and straight, and also drew two heavy dark circles under her eyes. She also changed into the dark green clothes of a palace maid, and then raised her head to look at Shen Qingchen: "I'm fine."
"Why bother?" Shen Qingchen laughed. "Just go openly."
"In the eyes of the world, I'm still Madam Su's cousin," he explained calmly. "It's only right and proper to send her off on her final journey."
His tone was so calm that Jiang Hexue didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.
She just stood on tiptoe, reached out her hand, and gently touched the top of his head soothingly.
It was already midnight, and the prisoners in the prison were snoring one after another.
Su Min'er, who used to be adorned with gold and silver, now looked extremely disheveled. Her long hair was disheveled and frizzy like dead grass, her silk skirt was wrinkled and bunched up, her face, which usually had a neat makeup, was now gray, the pearl powder on her face had fallen off in pieces, and her eyebrows were blurred.
It's even harder to recognize him than Jiang Hexue's carefully disguised one.
“Zhou Su.” Shen Qingchen said coldly.
Su Min'er is in a coma.
The jailer poured a basin of cold water over her head. Su Min'er woke up trembling, looking at him with chattering teeth: "Your Highness..."
Shen Qingchen gestured for Xuezhu to step forward for the interrogation, and he took a step back, gently covering Jiang Hexue's eyes with the back of his hand.
"Where did the purple-fanged black collar come from?"
Su Min'er bit her lip and trembled: "I bought it from a jewelry store..."
"Which one?"
"Linlang Pavilion..."
Xuezhu snapped her fingers, and the jailer brought a basin of hot water and poured it over her head again.
Su Min'er dodged in panic.
"Where did the purple-fang black collar come from?" Xuezhu asked again.
"I bought it from Linlang Pavilion." Su Min'er gritted her teeth.
Xuezhu snapped his fingers again.
"Don't torture me." Jiang Hexue stopped the terrified screams. "Why not try my method?"
She moved Shen Qingchen's hand away and took out a piece of soul-restoring incense from her sleeve pocket: "Light it up."
"What is this!" Su Min'er shook her head and shrank back. "I don't want it!"
"This won't hurt you." Jiang Hexue squatted outside the cage, looking her in the eye. "It's better than torture."
"Don't even think about listening to me!" Su Min'er refused to bow her head. She looked disheveled but still arrogant. "Let's see who has the last laugh!"
Jiang Hexue disdained to argue with her, took the lighter and lit the soul-returning incense.
A faint hazy fragrance lingers.
Shen Qingchen bent down behind her, covered her mouth and nose with an embroidered handkerchief, and signaled Xuezhu and the jailer to retreat.
Su Min'er suppressed her yawn, tears welling up in her eyes as she glared at her fiercely: "Don't even think about it..."
"Is there anyone you want to see again?" Jiang Hexue asked, waving the incense stick nonchalantly. "I guess it's not your husband."
"Is it the Queen Mother?"
Su Min'er was slightly dazed: "Aunt... Of course I want to see you..."
"Is the Empress Dowager the person you most want to see?" Jiang Hexue was extremely patient and persuasive. "The person you most want to see is probably the one who you think can save your life. How can the Empress Dowager save you?"
Su Min'er shook her head and murmured, "Aunt can't."
"Since you thought you could turn the tide, someone must have been there to back you up. Who was it?" Jiang Hexue continued to ask softly. "Is it a man or a woman? Is she your best friend?"
Su Min'er still shook her head.
"If he's not a close friend, not your relative, then what's his relationship to you?" Her thoughts were still fresh in her mind, and Jiang Hexue didn't dare to bring up the purple-fanged black collar. She asked patiently, "Why do you trust him so much?"
These words seemed to have touched upon Su Min'er's greatest secret. She bit her lower lip tightly and squeezed out a very soft voice: "I can't say it, I can't say it."
"If I let it slip before it's done, I'll be labeled a shameless slut, and I'll be drowned in the spit of the world..."
Jiang Hexue looked at Shen Qingchen beside him in surprise, and knew that he had the same idea as him.
"It's a man, right?" She shook the incense in her hand again and whispered. "Do you like him? Love him?"
"Is he your old lover? Or is he a lover who developed after you married Mr. Zhou in recent years?"
Su Min'er clenched her teeth tightly, feeling a dull pain in her mind.
"How can he convince you that he's going to back you up?" As the situation neared its end, Jiang Hexue began to calm down. "He must be incredibly powerful, the son of a noble family, a duke or earl?"
The soul-restoring incense burned more and more vigorously, and Su Min'er's mind became more and more hazy. She shook her head and nodded in agreement with her words, and said in confusion: "It's hard to say... Your Highness and I are innocent..."
Jiang Hexue couldn't help but gasp.
"The purple-fanged black collar, was it given to you by him?"
"Mine is clearly amethyst..." Su Min'er covered her head in despair. "Your Highness wouldn't lie to me..."
Jiang Hexue found it increasingly difficult to understand.
She originally guessed that Su Min'er and Fu Wang were connected.
"Which prince is it?" She leaned close to Su Min'er, shook the last scent of her cigarette, and asked.
"It's four..."
“Be careful!”
Her body tilted, and she was tightly protected in Shen Qingchen's arms. She heard a dull sound, and when she looked out again, she saw Su Min'er lying on the ground with blood dripping from her throat.
The man standing quietly at the end of the corridor was wearing a gray robe.
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