Chapter 19 Chapter 19 He is an evil ghost!
Soon, the prepared medicine was brought over.
Although Jiang Wu was still in a coma, he did not resist the medicine and was very well behaved.
She drinks a spoonful at a time and won't spit it out.
Seeing that it was almost evening, Juan'er couldn't sit still and walked out because her husband didn't come to visit his sick wife and didn't even send someone to ask about it. "No, I have to tell my husband about this."
Min Yue, who was also serving in the room, advised: "Master is so busy on weekdays, it is better not to bother you with these trivial matters."
What she didn't say was that if the Lord really cared, why would he be unwilling to come? It was obvious that he didn't care about the Lady.
Besides, it has been so long, couldn't she have heard the rumors outside? If the lady had not forced the master to marry her because of the engagement between her and his grandfather, the position of Prime Minister's wife should have belonged to Princess Changle.
When Xie Ji got home from work, he heard the news that she had fallen ill. He walked towards Hengwu Garden and asked, "Why didn't you send someone to tell me that Madam was ill?" His tone was cold but it was filled with anger that he could hardly suppress.
The terrified steward's eyes were filled with resentment. "When this servant called the palace physician at Hengwu Garden, I immediately went to inquire about the matter. The maidservant said that the Madam was fine. I never expected that the maidservant would dare to deceive me and lie to me, saying that the Madam was fine. This is why this servant did not go to verify it right away."
If he hadn't been worried and gone to see the court doctor, he would still be kept in the dark and be seen as an incompetent idiot in the eyes of the adults.
"Who are the maids serving in Hengwu Garden?"
"The head maid, Juan'er, is a maid born in the mansion. Minyue was promoted because of her efficient work. The remaining second- and third-rank maids were mostly newly bought into the mansion from outside."
"Bring Juan'er and Minyue here, and replace all the other maids with new ones." The first thing the master thought of when she fell ill was not to tell him, but to keep it a secret on her own. At the very least, it was the servant bullying the master, and at the worst, it was the failure to manage the household properly.
Today we are hiding the fact that she is sick, but tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, shouldn’t we change the surname of the Xie family to his name?
When Juan'er learned that the master had returned and wanted to see her, she suddenly felt a strong sense of unease. Especially when the steward questioned her why she had not reported the madam's illness, she was so frightened that her legs trembled and she knelt on the ground, her lips pale. "I didn't mean to hide the madam's illness. I just thought..."
The steward's face immediately changed drastically as he raised his foot and kicked her, "What are you thinking? You, a servant, really think you are the master!"
If he had known she was so stupid, he would never have arranged for her to serve the lady.
Juan'er realized what she had said and didn't dare to dodge the kick. She crawled over and kowtowed to Xie Ji with tears and snot all over her face. "I know I was wrong. I deserve to die. I shouldn't have thought about making decisions on behalf of the lady."
Shen Tingxue, who had returned to the mansion with her master, couldn't bear to help the person up. "Master, please don't be so mean to her. I think the maid did nothing wrong. She did that just because she didn't want you to worry. Besides, if Sister Jiang is sick, there will naturally be a doctor to treat her."
When he was about to speak, Shen Tingxue interrupted him again, "I think Sister Jiang's illness should not be serious. If it was really serious, the housekeeper would have come to tell you a long time ago. Why would she delay it until now? I think she also saw that Sister Jiang's illness was not serious, so she didn't want to make a fuss."
Then he smiled at Juan'er and said, "Okay, go down and apply the medicine first. If you encounter this kind of thing again next time, you can tell me first if you are unsure."
She seemed to be treating herself as the mistress of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Juan'er looked at Chen Tingxue gratefully. No wonder everyone in the mansion liked Princess Changle. If it were her, she would like her too.
Seeing that the master was about to walk away, Shen Tingxue hurried to catch up, the pearl necklace worn on her waist jingling, "Master, didn't I tell you before that I met a miracle doctor when I was traveling? He originally insisted on taking me as his disciple, but you are the only master I have decided on, so I rejected him."
Xie Ji, who was keeping a certain distance from her, paused and asked, "Why do you refuse? He is willing to accept you as his disciple, which shows that you are very talented."
Shen Tingxue stuck out her tongue coquettishly, stepped forward and took his hand, hugging it between her chest, her cheeks flushed with shyness like peach blossoms in spring, "Of course it's because I have a master, and that's enough. No matter how good others are, I only want you as my master."
"Although I didn't acknowledge him as my master, he gave me the medical book he wrote, which happened to record Sister Jiang's cold symptoms. Master, could you let me try it?"
Xie Ji calmly withdrew his hand and did not agree. Instead, he asked, "What's his name?"
"What a coincidence! That person actually has the same last name as Sister Jiang, Jiang Shengtian."
After Xie Ji entered Hengwu Garden, he went straight to the inner room and asked, "How is Madam now?"
The maid who was changing the cold handkerchief on Madam's forehead replied, "My lord, Madam went to sleep after taking the medicine."
Shen Tingxue, who was dissatisfied with him entering another woman's room, seemed to have grasped the key words, and smiled and took his arm, "Master, since Sister Jiang has fallen asleep, let's not disturb her."
After all, she didn't like him caring about other women besides her, not to mention that woman was his nominal wife now, which was enough to make her jealous. She also privately thought that Jiang Wu was pretending to be sick.
Didn't you hear the maids who served her say that she was in good health? How could a healthy person suddenly fall ill? It was 100% a pretense.
When Jiang Wu woke up in a daze after drinking the medicine earlier, she saw two people standing by the bed. Before she could say anything, a voice spoke first.
"Master, I'll just take care of Sister Jiang. Otherwise, what if you get infected? I'll be very distressed."
"No need, go back first if you're fine." The man's cold and silent order to leave was particularly clear in the room.
"I'm the only one in my family. Besides, I used to stay overnight at your house. Does Master want to abandon Xue'er just because he's married?" Shen Tingxue suddenly threw herself into his arms, tilted her head, tears welling up in her eyes, filled with the grievance of being abandoned. "Master, Xue'er has nothing now. You're all Xue'er has left."
"If you don't like Xue'er and don't want Xue'er anymore, Xue'er really doesn't know what to do."
Jiang Wu decided to close his eyes honestly, but he couldn't help but secretly open half of his eyes, thinking that they shouldn't start performing the restricted plot while he was still sick?
Then should she open her eyes later?
Or just close your eyes and pretend to be dead?
If they shouted and accidentally touched her hand, what should she say, or continue to close her eyes and be a sleeping wife in the dream.
Just as Jiang Wu was worried about what might happen, Gao Lang's voice came from outside the door at an inopportune moment, "Sir, the Minister of Revenue wants to see you. He said he has something important to discuss with you."
It also made her feel relieved, at least her bed was saved now.
"Master, please go and do your work. I'll just take care of Sister Jiang here." Shen Tingxue, who was tired of having her good things ruined, suppressed her irritability, reached out and pushed him out considerately, with a seductive look of complaint in her eyes, "Master, don't you still believe that I can take good care of Sister Jiang? You don't trust me at all."
Xie Ji was rather helpless and doting, "It's not that I don't trust you, I just don't want to trouble you too much."
"How can we still use the word 'trouble' between Master and me? For me, I'm happy as long as I can help Master."
"Alright, Master, go see the Minister of Revenue. If you keep him waiting for too long, he'll definitely be angry."
Xie Ji's eyes accidentally fell on Jiang Wu lying on the bed, and he didn't know who he was talking to when he said, "I'll be back soon."
"It's okay, Master. The most important thing is that you take care of your own business. I'll take care of the rest." These words sounded like a wife seeing her beloved husband off.
After watching the master leave, Shen Tingxue returned to the bedside. The gentle smile on her face had long disappeared, replaced by mocking contempt, "I know you are awake, it's meaningless if you keep pretending."
Jiang Wu was shocked as she was scratching the bed sheet with her fingers. How did she know that she was awake? Should she open her eyes?
As she hesitated, Shen Tingxue's sarcastic voice came again, "I say, your methods are too low. It's just that after seeing Master accompany me to dinner yesterday, you were so jealous that you pretended to be sick. Your heart is as small as a needle hole. As expected, you ancient women have nothing else to do except to steal men and make things difficult for women."
"Besides, I've seen a lot of green tea girls like you. They're cheap and versatile, and it's like they can't live without men."
Although Jiang Wu didn't understand what the word "green tea" meant in her words, her intuition told her that it was definitely not a good word.
She thought it would be better not to open her eyes. She had just wanted to close her eyes and pretend for a while, but she didn't expect her head to become more and more dizzy, and her eyelids were too heavy to open.
When she woke up again, she could clearly see a person sitting beside the bed in the cold moonlight that filtered in through the cross-shaped crabapple window.
His nose was high, and his facial lines were sharp yet soft, like an ink painting splashed with ink on white silk.
The moonlight fell on him alone, as if even the moonlight favored him a little.
When the man noticed that she had woken up, he put his hand on her forehead, and the cool cedar scent that belonged only to him completely enveloped her.
The cool palm touched her forehead, making her feel comfortable instinctively and want more.
Xie Ji stretched out his hand to test the temperature of her forehead and felt as if there was a furry kitten in his palm, rubbing against it.
Because Jiang Wu was sweating after drinking the medicine, a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, her peach blossom eyes were filled with moist dependence, and she occasionally made a few gurgling sounds in her throat. Wasn't she just like a kitten?
"Do you want to take a bath?" Xie Ji's voice was as clear as a spring and as delicate as broken jade as he withdrew his hand.
Jiang Wu, who was sweating after waking up, nodded awkwardly. She supported herself on the edge of the bed with her hands and was about to get up when a strand of slightly cool hair brushed across her cheek, as soft and cool as satin.
Then her body flew into an embrace filled with cold fragrance, and she reached out to hug his neck.
Jiang Wu's face flushed red as she realized he was holding her. She struggled to get away with her legs, her nasal voice like a feather piercing her heart, "Husband, I can walk by myself. Put me down."
The man holding her not only did not let her go, but sighed sadly, "Wanwan, I am your husband, you can try to learn to rely on me."
Jiang Wu, with her arms around him, stared blankly at the man who said this, wanting to reach out and touch his forehead.
She felt that it was not her who had a fever, but him, otherwise why would he say such a thing.
Xie Ji did not avoid her hands that were rubbing his face, but asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you done, Madam?"
The face in front of him suddenly enlarged, with thin red lips, a high nose bridge, and eyebrows with blunt lines, making the whole person look like a frosty and cold green bamboo, which was awe-inspiring and inviolable. Jiang Wu's heartbeat inevitably accelerated a little, and then tears fell from his eyes with a sore nose.
She didn't know why she was sad, she just felt uncomfortable in her heart and hated why he was so nice to her.
Wouldn't it be bad to hate her and treat her badly just like in the dream?
The better he treated her, the more Jiang Wu couldn't accept that he would become the person in her dream.
"Okay, don't cry. Did I say something wrong?" Xie Ji, who had carried her to the bedroom, didn't know why his little wife always loved to cry. He could only reach out and wipe her tears and comfort her, "Did I scare you by holding you up so suddenly?"
"No, I'm just sad when I think about how much homework I'll have to do after I recover." Jiang Wu raised her face, her nose red from crying, and pinched the corner of his sleeve with two fingers, her eyelashes drooping as tears threatened to fall. "So, my husband, won't you consider letting me write less? I think my sudden illness might be caused by too much homework."
Otherwise, she has always been in good health, so how could she suddenly fall ill?
She was sad at first because he was too nice to her, and then she was sincerely sad because she had too much homework to do.
As for that dream, what does it have to do with dreams?
In her dream, she whipped the bastard dozens of times with a whip. His skin turned red and he cried out in pain.
"No." Xie Ji refused mercilessly. After walking out of the room, he asked again, "Is there anything you want to eat?"
Jiang Wu, who was taking off her clothes with her back to him, thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I want to eat wontons."
She wasn't really hungry at first, but when he asked, she felt a little hungry.
After Jiang Wu came out of the shower, the wontons she ordered arrived, but there was only one bowl.
Water dripped down from the ends of her hair, wetting a small area of her chest. Jiang Wu asked the man next to her, "Husband, don't you want to eat?"
She had just finished a shower, and her cheeks were steamed by the hot air like a ripe peach, emitting an enticing sweet fragrance that made people want to take a bite to see if it was as sweet and juicy as she imagined.
She felt too hot in the summer, so she only wore an ankle-length coat on the outside. As she walked, her two white and slender legs were faintly visible. The thin layer of cloth always made her worry that the snow rabbit would run out in the next second.
The main reason why she dared to dress like that was because she had said in her dream that as the male protagonist in the story, he could only have physical impulses towards Shen Tingxue.
In short, even if she took off all her clothes and stood in front of him, he would remain as still as a mountain.
Since he couldn't do it, she would naturally wear whatever was comfortable for her. Even if there were ice cubes in the room, she didn't like to wrap herself up tightly after taking a shower.
This time she even changed into a long robe. Usually she would just wrap herself in a piece of cloth when she went out.
"I'm not hungry." Xie Ji frowned unexpectedly at her clothes and wanted to remind her to pay attention to her clothes, but he swallowed the words back. After all, there was nothing wrong with her wearing this in her own room.
Besides, he was still her husband, not a stranger. When she was about to eat without washing her hands, his cool fingertips touched her wrist as she was about to grab the spoon, "Go wash your hands first."
"I'm sick now." Jiang Wu glared at him, "You can't bully a patient."
"When you're sick, you should wash your hands even more."
Jiang Wu took a look at the wontons that were steaming with fragrance, and the dog man who refused to give in, and could only stand up cursing in his heart.
Anyway, I just asked her to wash her hands, just wash them twice.
"Wash it three times."
Jiang Wu gritted her teeth and wanted to splash the hand washing water on his face, but she didn't dare. In the end, she washed her hands three times in a cowardly manner, and then took the handkerchief he handed her to wash the water droplets off her hands.
She raised her hand in front of his eyes with a vengeance and waved it several times, "Okay, I've washed it three times. Do you think it's clean?"
When she raised her hand, the wide sleeves revealed a wrist as white as lotus root, slender and soft as the waist that had just been held. The fragrance of bath beans mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms on her body drifted into her nose.
Xie Ji, with his Adam's apple rolling unnaturally, looked away and said softly, "Eat quickly, or it will get cold."
Jiang Wu scooped up the wontons, blew them cool, and put them in her mouth. Her originally cold stomach felt warmed, but the portion was too small. She seemed to have eaten only a few and they were gone.
After finishing her meal, Jiang Wu licked her lips with a feeling of unfulfilled desire. She looked at the man who had not left her while she was eating but was sitting next to her with a book in his hand. With both hands on the edge of the table, she asked in a low voice, like a kitten poking its head out, "Can I have another bowl?"
She stretched out another finger and waved it in front of his eyes, saying pitifully, "Just one bowl."
What she got in return was, of course, a cold and ruthless reply, "No, eating too much at night will cause indigestion."
Jiang Wu, whose chest was heaving with anger, argued, "I can sleep later. For example, I can go out for a walk after I finish eating."
Xie Ji restrained himself and reached out to close her shirt, which was about to open. He closed his eyes and said quietly, "...Do you believe this?"
Jiang Wu blushed, after all, she was the type who wanted to sleep after eating.
Xie Ji thought of the weight he had just carried, which was as light as a ball of cotton. He put down the book he was not reading at all and pressed his brow lightly, "Your health is too poor."
With such a poor body, if you don’t exercise more, you won’t have any strength in the future.
When he said this, Jiang Wu instantly had a bad feeling and immediately denied it, "No, I think I'm in good health. Look, I had a good appetite just now."
Xie Ji glanced at her coldly and said, "When you feel better, start exercising with me in the morning."
This time Jiang Wu almost shook his head like a rattle, "No, I'm really in good health."
If she exercised with him in the morning, her daily life would be to get up before dawn to run, start studying after breakfast, start practicing calligraphy after a nap, and be taken to his study at night to check her homework and then study.
Just thinking about it made her want to pinch her philtrum and shout for help.
"Ahaha, I'm a little sleepy. I'm going to sleep first." Jiang Wu yawned and was about to go to bed. Before she could take two more steps, her collar was suddenly grabbed from the back, and she seemed to be strangled by fate.
"You can't sleep right after eating." Xie Ji carried her to the desk like a disobedient kitten, took out her unfinished Shun Zhuer, and stuffed a brush into her hand. His warm breath fell on her sensitive earlobe, like the low hum of an evil spirit.
"This period of time while digesting food is a good time to learn a few more words, so that Madam won't be easily deceived when she goes out."
Evil ghost!!!
The author has something to say:
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Jiang Jiang now: I can wear whatever I want, freedom of dress, you know? [Sunglasses]
Jiang Jiang in the back: Is it too safe to only wear five pieces at night? How about adding one more piece? [Split]
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