Chapter 30 Chapter 30 I Serve You
The incense in Shen Chuning's hall was fragrant, and the recipe included two taels of clove peel.
Jiang Hexue usually liked this kind of fragrance, but at this moment she was so upset that she almost laughed out loud.
She leaned back on the couch, trying to keep her voice steady: "Rongchang, please send a palace maid to find your uncle as soon as possible."
"Please put out the incense in this room, and then don't worry about me," she said. "I can take care of myself."
Shen Chuning had already sent someone there, and she did as she was told, and brought her some medicinal wine: "Auntie, please give me the medicine."
Jiang Hexue shook her head: "It will hurt a little and she will wake up."
Shen Chuning was frightened just by seeing her like this: "What happened, Aunt Huang?"
Half of the sleeve was missing, exposing his smooth forearm, which was red from the cold, with large abrasions and blood on his palm.
Her hairpins and rings had long been disheveled, her face flushed as if she had a persistent fever, her eyes were hazy, and she didn't dare to look at them, lowering her eyelashes. "Zhu Qiu knows how to make a medicine to detoxify, but she chose to leave the palace tonight."
"It's okay." Jiang Hexue waved her hand. "It's not really poisonous."
Love potion is nothing but a despicable means of planting seeds. The only danger is that it falls into the hands of the wrong people. Now that I have escaped from danger, I can feel relieved.
But she couldn't say this to the unmarried Shen Chuning.
After gathering his thoughts, he briefly explained to Chen Chuning, "When cloves, cinnamon, and nutmeg collide, they can have an aphrodisiac effect."
"Someone wants to use this as an excuse to harm Princess Qingyuan."
"And I went to a wing on her behalf that was incense-scented with musk and cloves. Before that, I also got a piece of Qingyuan incense made of cinnamon and nutmeg, which happened to be the same as hers. It was a strange coincidence that we ended up here."
Shen Chuning sniffed her sleeves: "Rongchang also smells of cloves, go to the outer room to accompany the emperor's aunt."
"No need to accompany me." Jiang Hexue tried to smile gently. "Weren't you still hooking the food box just now? Eat it while it's hot."
Shen Chuning's face turned even redder, and knowing that she had something in mind, she could only nod: "Then the imperial aunt called me in time."
She pushed the door open and left. Jiang Hexue slowly exhaled and lowered his eyes to look at his hands.
The fingers are too thin and...
She stared at the intricate and gorgeous, yet precarious South China pearls on her nail polish, and her nails that were trimmed so sharply that they could cut her skin with the slightest force, and sighed.
I just want to sigh, "Life is like a play."
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Shen Qingchen was a palace maid of Zhiyang Palace whom she met in Meilin.
At that time, he was holding the piece of the princess's court dress that was broken into pieces on the ground, along with Qingyuan's incense token.
He didn't ask any more questions, but put the things into his sleeve pocket, entered Zhiyang Palace, and with Shen Chuning's guidance, he pushed the door open and strode in.
There were no lights on in the hall, and the windows were wide open. The bright lights from the palace banquet poured in, dimly illuminating half of the room.
The girl on the couch looked even more miserable than before, with lustful eyes and a face as red as blood. Her collar was torn open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a large area of skin as delicate and white as mutton fat.
"Qiong Qiong." Shen Qingchen stepped forward and held her hand tightly.
His tone was like a cold spring. The moment his icy palm touched hers, Jiang Hexue sighed with almost contentment: "Zhaohua, husband..."
The tense consciousness suddenly relaxed at this moment, and what followed was a void that was even more corrosive than before.
She buried herself in his arms, wanting to smell the scent of cedar on him, but she never expected that it was also mixed with the strong aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg.
"You picked up the incense card!" Jiang Hexue twisted her legs together unbearably, grabbing his forearm tightly. "Throw it away!"
Shen Qingchen put the incense card aside as he said, hugged her tightly, and said in a low voice: "You don't have to take risks for me, Qiong Qiong."
"I was just helping Master Jiang and Gan Le," his fingertips soothingly traced her back. "Just remember that Gan Le and you have a deep bond."
"I don't care who Qingyuan chooses as his son-in-law."
Jiang Hexue's body trembled, but she didn't care. She just tied his hands and almost cried: "I feel uncomfortable..."
She instinctively kissed him, kissed his thin, cold lips, kissed his slender, white neck, pecked at him gently, and occasionally bit him with the tip of her teeth.
"This is Rongchang Palace." Shen Qingchen let her release her anger, holding her legs and picking her up. "Let's go to Yuehua Palace. My bedroom."
"No." Jiang Hexue stopped moving, sobbing. "I don't want to stay in the palace. Take me away."
She was in a daze and only knew that the palace was in danger.
"I want to go home," she begged him. "Back to Qianxiangfang."
Shen Qingchen’s arm stiffened.
"Would you like to return to the palace?" He lowered his voice. "That's your home, our home too."
"If you stay close, you'll definitely be safe. I'll be watching over you."
After she reluctantly agreed, Shen Qingchen took off his cloak, wrapped her up tightly, and carried her into the sedan chair to leave the palace.
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After leaving the palace and changing into a carriage, Jiang Hexue was able to continue his actions.
Shen Qingchen applied ointment to her, but she didn't reject it and just wanted to stay close to him.
His eyes were cold and his body temperature was lower than hers. Holding him was like holding a piece of ice-cold jade. She was reluctant to let go and pressed her face against his neck to cool down.
But this was far from enough to relieve her growing desire. Instead, it was like drinking poison to quench her thirst, making her even more unbearable. She pulled at his clothes, kissed him without any rules, and licked and bit him wantonly.
But he didn't respond.
"Help me..." When the cool sensation of the ointment on his forearm hit him again, Jiang Hexue grabbed his wrist and waved away the ointment. "I've applied it many times. It's healed..."
"How can I help you?" Shen Qingchen's tone was hoarse.
He knew that he shouldn't think of the exquisite bracelet on Fu Wang's wrist at this moment, nor should he get entangled with her. She subconsciously didn't take the fact of being the head of the Heng'an Palace seriously.
But if he didn't ask about her feelings today and helped her as she wished, what would it mean?
If she didn't love him, if what she was pretending in her heart was true... then he should be blamed for humiliating her, bullying her, taking advantage of her misfortune, and defiling her.
In her heart, what is he?
A favorite actress who serves her with her beauty?
"You ask even though you already know the answer." Jiang Hexue snorted in dissatisfaction, holding his hand and reaching down.
"No." The moment she was about to touch the smooth fabric, Shen Qingchen broke free, her jaw tense. "Go back home first."
Jiang Hexue bit his red earlobe in frustration: "What are you enduring..."
She sat astride him, and none of his changes escaped her. The stronger his reaction, the more confused she became.
The carriage stopped.
Shen Qingchen did not answer, but continued to cover her tightly, carried her back to the bedroom and placed her on the couch.
But he did not lie down with her. He went around the outer hall and brought back a white porcelain medicine bowl.
"I've asked the court doctor to prescribe a decoction to reduce fever," he said, sitting down beside the couch with the medicine bowl in hand, helping her lean back against the brocade pillow. "Use it. If it doesn't work, a female doctor will come and give you acupuncture."
Jiang Hexue was at a loss.
The bitter smell of medicine penetrated her nose. The young man in front of her had a cold expression, like an unmelting iceberg. His words were so cold that they made her heart palpitate: "You want me to take medicine and get an acupuncture injection?"
Shen Qingchen agreed, scooped a spoonful, blew it cool, and fed it to her lips.
The cold, hard spoon pressed against her teeth. The medicine was so thick it turned black. The next moment, Jiang Hexue shed tears of grievance: "I won't drink it!"
"I don't want any needles or medicine!"
"You can't just get acupuncture." Shen Qingchen placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table and gently held her hand. "If you feel better after drinking the medicine, I won't give you acupuncture."
"Why should I take medicine? Why should I get acupuncture?" Jiang Hexue yelled at him. "You're my husband! You could definitely help me relieve this yourself, instead of letting me suffer like this!"
"...Qiong Qiong." Shen Qingchen called her softly.
"You know very well that even with medication and acupuncture, it's unlikely to be as effective as if you helped me personally!" Jiang Hexue looked at him with tearful eyes. "Why don't you want to help me?"
Shen Qingchen raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her face with her fingertips.
"I didn't get the toad blood back then," Jiang Hexue suddenly said. "It's not that I lost my virginity and didn't love myself."
“I didn’t mean that.” Shen Qingchen reacted and explained.
Jiang Hexue blinked, trying to piece together some of his scattered sanity.
"Love must come first before the consummation of family ties." His refusal was as loud as on their wedding night, and she suddenly remembered what he had said that time.
He still doesn't love her?
What do those bits of warmth from the past mean?
Jiang Hexue didn't want to bother thinking about it. She spread her legs apart and pushed herself down from the bed. "If you don't help me, I'll go find someone else!"
"Who are you looking for?"
"Fu Wang!" Jiang Hexue staggered towards the door barefoot.
He was the one who gave her the Qingyuan incense brand. She didn't believe that no one in Qingyuan would burn cloves. She knew there must be a medicine that could solve the problem...
Her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly, her body was turned back, and she was pulled into an embrace soaked in cold fragrance.
"Don't go looking for him." Shen Qingchen said firmly, his voice cold and hoarse.
"You won't help me, so why won't you let me find him?" Jiang Hexue was furious and irritated, his mind almost breaking from the torture. "Let go!"
Shen Qingchen didn't let go an inch, and his strength was so great that he almost crushed her in his arms.
He looked into her eyes.
Ning Yezi's pupils, which were usually bright and charming, reflected his figure clearly when she looked at him, as if he was the only one in her eyes.
This life, every life, is just as he has hoped and longed for for many years.
But now, those eyes were unfocused, as if they were looking at him, yet as if they were not. In short, there was no trace of his figure in them at all.
Shen Qingchen clasped Jiang Hexue's hand and drooped her eyelashes.
He knew that she just needed someone to help her relieve her stress.
Whether it was him or Fu Wang... she said it herself.
But he is petty, narrow-minded, dirty and shameless.
He couldn't control his own selfish desires. He couldn't tolerate another person, anyone, between them.
She was only allowed to have him.
Whether it is her husband or the favorite actress who serves her with her beauty, it can only be him.
He would accept any identity she gave him from now on.
I will never be as arrogant and rude as when we first met, and I will never reject the identities of both old friend and lover.
But tonight, he knew clearly that he was a pervert.
It was clearly her own choice, but her throat was choked. Shen Qingchen hugged her tighter, rubbing his nose against her cheek, his eyes filled with sourness.
The thorn finally pierced into the softest part of the heart, and the pain spread to every part of the body.
Shen Qingchen repeated, his voice trembling, no longer as steady as before: “Qiong Qiong, you are not allowed to look for him.”
"I'll serve you."
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Let me take a look at the pre-collection. The next column series is "Why is my foster brother always ringing?" The copy is as follows [Let me take a look]
"Fake Bone" "Cute Cook x Green Tea Prince"
Zhu Yuan's adoptive brother died when she was thirteen, and his body was never found.
But in the year she came of age, Zhu Yuan went to Kyoto with her father and happened to encounter the princess's carriage.
The wind blew the carriage curtains aside, and she saw a noble and elegant young man sitting next to the princess.
Her eyes were like ink, and the smile on her lips was gentle and shallow, exactly like her deceased adoptive brother.
But before she could even utter the word "brother", she heard the princess calling him -
The eldest brother.
Zhu Yuan then realized that he was the emperor's eldest son, Shen Zeqian.
Never her adopted brother.
From the beginning to the end, she was the one who stole someone else's brother.
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When he was young, Kyoto was in turmoil and Shen Zeqian was sent to Yangzhou, where he lived as the adopted son of Zhu Zhizhou.
The biggest change in An Ning's life is Zhu Zhizhou's youngest daughter, Zhu Yuan.
Playful and spoiled, she sticks to him like malt sugar all day long.
Dealing with this kind of young lady should have been an easy and perfunctory matter for Chen Zeqian.
However, for some reason, as they spent more and more time together, he became more and more afraid to look her in the eye.
Until that day, Zhu Yuan suddenly had a high fever and kissed him in a half-asleep state.
From then on, her bright almond eyes, round dimples, and sweet soft words frequently appeared in his dreams.
Only then did Shen Zeqian realize that he had never considered her a sister.
Since she's not my sister...it doesn't matter how many times I kiss her.
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Mini-theater 1:
Shen Zeqian had a high fever, and Zhu Yuan was worried and went to visit him.
Her adoptive brother, who was usually clear-headed and upright, leaned weakly on her shoulder this time, his face pale, and low, hoarse sounds kept coming out of his throat, making her neck tingle.
She asked in confusion: "Brother, why are you making noises all the time?"
Shen Zeqian, who was deliberately teasing her: ...
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Mini-theater 2:
Maybe it was too cold in Kyoto, and Shen Zeqian fell ill again.
Zhu Yuan made him some ginger and black chicken soup to dispel the cold and fed it to him personally.
But after drinking the poison, he still held her tightly, rubbing his head against her shoulders, which was even more itchy than last time, and it made her ears burn.
Shen Zeqian secretly glanced at her reaction, thinking that it was effective.
But Zhu Yuan only asked seriously, "Brother, is your head itchy?"
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Mini-theater 3:
Shen Zeqian finally recovered from his illness, and Zhu Yuan happily took him to see a play.
The handsome young actor on the stage winked at her with one eye, then the other, with such humor and joy that Zhu Yuan laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.
But after a few days, Shen Zeqian actually started making the same expression towards her.
Zhu Yuan was puzzled. He wasn't performing an opera, so it could only be—
"Brother," she asked with concern, "Do you want Yuan to put eye drops on you?"
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