Chapter 85: Stop Being a Lover and Be a Concubine (XII)
For a moment, there was complete silence in the carriage.
The boy had a headband three fingers wide covering his forehead. The light blue color made his skin look fair, his eyebrows and eyes were free, and his handsome appearance was extremely eye-catching.
If it weren't for their terrible reputation in the capital, matchmakers would have already knocked down the door of their Yu Mansion.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, the young man on his body subconsciously wanted to get up, but his body reacted first. He grabbed the other person's wrist with his arm and pulled the person who had just stood up back onto his legs.
The young man was stunned, his narrow eyes narrowed like a little fox: "Eighth Princess, this... is not in accordance with etiquette~"
Jiang Ye reached out and took off the veil from his face, his red lips curled up slightly: "Why didn't you say it was against etiquette when you went out to drink wine?"
Yu Huo's throat seemed to be blocked at this moment.
The person in front of me has picturesque eyebrows and eyes like autumn water... After nearly ten years of separation, Jiang Ye seems to have become more handsome again!
He was dressed simply, with his hair still tied up simply with the sickle-shaped hairpin. The darkness submerged his collar. His eyes moved down along the collar, lingering on the other's smooth and slender neck.
Where is the Adam's apple?
It seems to be covered by something?
He extended his hand curiously...
Jiang Ye's eyes stared straight at the slender white fingertip that was getting closer and closer. Just before it was about to touch his skin, the nanny's scolding voice came from outside the car curtain.
"How dare you! The Eighth Princess is here, and you, a woman, are you still acting in a proper manner while running down the street with a broom?"
Madam Yu's broom clattered to the ground. She took two steps forward and, controlling her temper, replied, "I am the wife of the Minister of Revenue, Lord Yu. I am not some lowly person. I am sorry for disturbing Her Highness the Eighth Princess. I hope the Eighth Princess will forgive me."
Yu Huo's hand froze in mid-air because of the nanny's scream. He pricked up his ears in confusion through the curtain, looking like a frightened bird.
Seeing his attention diverted, Jiang Ye's dark eyes lit up with a faint smile, and he said loudly, "It's okay. I wonder why Madam Yu is wandering outside so late at night?"
Madam Yu was silent for a few seconds, then she bravely replied, "I'm teaching my son a lesson. I wonder if the Eighth Princess has seen our rebellious son?"
Jiang Ye turned his head to meet the young man's nervous gaze and deliberately asked softly, "Do you think I've ever seen Madam Yu's rebellious son?"
Yu Huo looked at the beautiful face in front of him and chuckled, "What rebellious son? The child bride should call her husband."
Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows and moved closer. For a moment, they were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. It seemed as if his long, curled eyelashes were about to touch the boy's brow bone.
Yu Huo felt her heart, which had been silent for a long time, begin to beat unsteadily. Then, she heard the other woman's almost inaudible voice in her ears: "My husband is going to a banquet today. How should I punish you?"
It was like broken jade hitting a marble floor. Yu Huo's heart was moved by the other party calling him "husband", and the word "eating and drinking with flowers" gave him goose bumps.
He laughed dryly twice and shook his head to deny: "Don't accuse me."
Jiang Ye's eyes were dark, hidden in the night, and even his emotions seemed to be covered with a veil, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
"I saw it all, and you still don't admit it?"
As she spoke, that slender, beautiful hand suddenly slid up his arm and gently scratched the joint.
Yu Huo: "..."
The long silence made Madam Yu, who was waiting outside, a little anxious. She asked urgently, "Eighth Princess?"
The next second, Yu Huo watched those two crimson lips move up and down: "I saw it."
Yu Huo's eyes widened, with a questioning mood spreading in his eyes.
"Please let me know, Princess Eighth. I will be very grateful."
Jiang Ye's eyes moved slightly. The person in front of him was really flexible. He put his hands together and made a pitiful look as if begging for help.
At the same time, she whispered in his ear: "I went to Nanfeng Pavilion in the afternoon, but I just listened to some music and didn't do anything else."
As if sensing his own suspicious gaze, the young man swore an oath to the heavens: "Don't look at me like that. I'm not lying to you. Otherwise, if I hadn't been lying in my arms in the middle of the night, would my mother have chased me around the street with a broom?"
It would have been better if he didn't say anything. The more he spoke, the more unfriendly Jiang Ye's eyes became. Yu Huo stopped talking at the right time and looked away guiltily.
Just when he thought this guy was angry and wanted to sell him out, Jiang Ye lied to Madam Yu outside the car without changing his expression: "I just saw a figure running to the south. As to whether it is your son, Madam Yu needs to go and confirm it in person."
Madam Yu didn't think about it and bowed gratefully. "Thank you for the information, Eighth Princess. It's late at night and the dew is heavy, so I won't waste your time. I'll go ahead."
As she spoke, she picked up the broom on the ground and hurriedly chased after Nanshi.
Just as Yu Huo breathed a sigh of relief, the person in front of him ordered in a deep voice: "Return to the Princess's Mansion."
The wheels were turning, and Yu Huo could no longer sit still. He stood up and tried to jump off the carriage, but Jiang Ye grabbed his arm and dragged him back onto his lap.
"You're just going to destroy the bridge after crossing it? My husband is really good at killing the donkey after it's done its work."
Yu Huo lowered his eyes and looked at the fingers that were tightly gripping his wrist. There wasn't even a callus on them, and their nails were clean and smooth. It was obvious that they were used to a life of luxury.
So how on earth did this guy cultivate such strength?!
"Why isn't my husband talking?"
Yu Huo stopped struggling and finally admitted defeat: "Don't call me husband anymore, I'm losing my mind..."
The carriage slowly moved towards the princess's residence and arrived at the destination in no time.
Unfortunately, the person restraining him had no intention of letting him go. He whispered in his ear with a smile, "Didn't you ask for this? Why don't you want to listen now?"
Yu Huo leaned back and said, "Why wouldn't I be unwilling? I'm naturally willing to be the Eighth Princess's lover. But..."
At this time, Aunt Cui walked forward with a stern face and lifted the curtain of the carriage.
After all, she was an old servant in the palace. She was silent for a moment, then ignored the scene in front of her, calmly ordered the palace maid to adjust the frame, and pushed Jiang Ye's wheelchair into the yard.
Yu Huo was forced to sit on his lap and was pushed in together, feeling very uncomfortable.
When they entered the banquet hall in the main courtyard, Matron Cui continued her blind act and told the palace maids to leave the room.
Yu Huo sighed softly: "...Why did you drag me to your house? What if someone sees us?"
Jiang Ye glanced at the handsome face of the young man in front of him: "Do you know how to save face now?"
Yu Huo shook his head and seriously corrected him, "I don't care about shame, I only care about my life! If others knew that a playboy like me was harassing the Eighth Princess of the dynasty, I'm afraid a beating wouldn't be the least of my worries."
Jiang Ye sneered: "Don't worry, no one saw us. Besides, didn't you want to be my lover?"
"Now?" Yu Huo subconsciously raised his hand to cover his chest.
The change in angle caused his wide cuffs to slide down suddenly, revealing his delicate white wrist. However, there were a few red marks on the white, like plum blossoms covered in snow, exactly the same as the marks he had left in front of the Linde Palace that year, which was particularly eye-catching.
Jiang Ye's eyes grew darker, like black agate washed by water, crystal clear: "It's better to do it today than to wait for a day."
"What are you choosing? What are you hitting? Say it again?"
Jiang Ye was silent for a moment: "...You really are shameless."
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