Chapter 147 Does it still hurt here?
On the rosewood desk, three-foot square sheets of Xuan paper are laid out in a row.
Chunyu Han wrote more than 500 characters for Yu Nian to practice, but on these sheets of Xuan paper, all the characters for tracing only had three characters each.
Chun, Yu, Han.
Of all the poems and songs, she found these three characters and traced them over and over again.
"How was it? I wrote it well, didn't I? Isn't it amazing? You've forgotten how to praise me?"
Chunyu Han could see that Yu Nian was openly being cunning, but strangely he wasn't angry that she was slacking off.
Using the strokes he taught her, the first thing she learned to write was his name.
"Write it again, I'll watch you write it."
This time he meant writing, not describing.
After speaking, Chunyu Han sat down in the chair behind the desk, giving the impression of "checking homework" on the spot.
"Write it then."
Yu Nian rolled up her sleeves to grind ink, thinking that Chunyu Han didn't believe her.
The pine soot infuses the ink, releasing a subtle, refreshing fragrance that instantly relaxes the mind and brings a sense of tranquility.
Chunyu Han sat behind Yu Nian, gazing absently at her slender, busy back. Suddenly, he felt an urge to pull her into his arms.
From holding the pen to putting pen to paper, Yu Nian has become very skilled. Her calligraphy practice has been effective. She didn't think her handwriting was that bad before, but now that she has practiced Chunyu Han's calligraphy model, she understands why Chunyu Han disliked her so much.
"Okay, look, this is even better."
Yu Nian proudly showed the calligraphy to Chunyu Han.
"Um."
Chunyu Han reached out and hooked Yu Nian's sash, pressing her down onto his right leg.
"Write it ten more times."
Yu Nian: ...
Fine, I'll write it, but what kind of posture is this?
Yu Nian subconsciously wanted to stand up, but then heard Chunyu Han speak slowly.
"The female corpse you demanded from me has already been dressed in Lu Mingzhu's wedding gown and pulled out of the moat..."
Yu Nian listened intently to what would happen next, but Chunyu Han showed no intention of speaking.
Yu Nian turned her head and looked at that handsome, pale face, which looked completely at ease. She cursed inwardly.
You're bullying me again. Fine, I'll write it, okay?
Seeing Yu Nian obediently pick up the pen, Chunyu Han's thin lips curled up slightly.
Hmm, so good.
"The woman's body has been identified. Consort Lu has also examined it and said it was her sister. The body has now been sent to the Minister's residence."
Yu Nian was multitasking, but she was relieved.
In this way, Lu Mingzhu would have no worries. In this era, one could change their name and hide in the mountains or remote villages to start a new life.
"What did you do? You only wrote this much."
After Chunyu Han finished telling Yu Nian what she wanted to know, his gaze fell on the few sheets of Xuan paper.
Before Chunyu Han returned, Yu Nian had already come up with a plan. She picked up her brush to dip it in ink, her tone full of grievance.
“Where could I go, my husband? You don’t know, the injuries I sustained while saving you before hurt terribly in rainy weather. I wasn’t feeling well, which is why I didn’t write down the exact time.”
Taking advantage of the overcast weather, Yu Nian used a moral blackmail tactic, hoping that Chunyu Han would stop saying anything to her.
In fact, Yu Nian's injury had already healed; she was just using it as an excuse to pretend.
As she was speaking, Yu Nian was only one draft away from finishing her writing. She was feeling smug that she was about to get away with it when she suddenly felt a chill on her waist.
Something slipped under the hem of her blouse and deftly parted the layers of cumbersome satin fabric.
A touch of coolness lingered on the last, and most intimate, layer of soft satin.
Yu Niancai realized that the slightly cool hand belonged to Chunyu Han, whose knuckles were clearly defined.
Yu Nian felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and her grip on the pen tightened.
What... what is he doing all of a sudden?
"Is it here...?"
Chunyu Han's deep, slightly hoarse voice came from behind Yu Nian.
Yu Nian was startled. Chunyu Han was looking for something?
"Husband, what's wrong?"
Chunyu Han ignored Yu Nian's words, immersed in his own world, muttering to himself.
"No, hmm, it seems like we need to go down a little further."
The fabric rustled and rubbed as it searched, the sound exceptionally clear in the quiet room, almost scraping against my eardrums.
The chill was like a fish that had lost its way, swimming aimlessly.
But the fish didn't get lost for long; it soon found the place it had been searching for.
"Here it is."
Beyond the thin, soft fabric, a cool sensation touched the scar, and calloused fingertips rubbed back and forth across the uneven texture.
It's like they're appraising some rare treasure...
A tingling sensation spread from my skin to every part of my body.
The last stroke of the character "于" on the rice paper had trembled into a wavy line.
Yu Nian regretted it. She had shot herself in the foot. If she hadn't brought up the scar, Chunyu Han wouldn't have suddenly decided to go looking for it.
"My husband..."
Yu Nian was tormented by the icy touch and spoke softly, but couldn't think of a good reason to get away.
"I'm here..."
This time, Chunyu Han answered readily for the first time ever, but there was an indescribable tenderness in his tone.
"Does it still hurt here?"
Yu Nian's waist was so stiff that she dared not move. She wanted to say that it didn't hurt anymore, but it was quite numb. Could you please take your hand away?
Who could stand you like this? You're a eunuch, but I'm a normal woman!
But if Yu Nian turned around at this moment, she would find that Chunyu Han's eyes were so devout, without a trace of extraneous lust.
What he was pointing to was evidence that Yu Nian had given her life for him.
The girl's skin was fair and delicate, and such an ugly scratch was left on such a beautiful piece of mutton fat jade.
So much time has passed, yet Chunyu Han has never heard her mention it.
She never used that scar to claim credit or seek any reward; at most, she just acted coquettishly.
He recalled what Sangtian had said: if the knife had been even slightly off-center, even a celestial being descending to earth couldn't have saved her life.
Chunyu Han suddenly realized that perhaps he shouldn't have doubted her from that moment on.
She was clearly someone who was so afraid of pain, timid, and valued her life so much...
Aside from the fact that she liked him, Chunyu Han couldn't find any other answer to explain why Yu Nian did what she did.
She goes to such lengths to be good to him, so perhaps he can give her a little response and reward her.
But this response shouldn't be too obvious, Chunyu Han thought. She's such a pushover; if you give her a little leeway, she'll definitely take advantage of you.
"Thank you for your concern, my husband. It doesn't hurt as much anymore."
Yu Nian took a deep breath before she could finish saying the sentence.
Chunyu Han finally withdrew his hand, looked up at her crooked strokes, and a deep sense of pleasure appeared in his eyes.
He leaned closer to Yu Nian and pulled her into his arms.
He raised his hand again and grasped the hand that Yu Nian was using to write.
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