Chapter 34 Chapter 34 “It turns out that Jian’er has dimples on his face…
An hour later, the Luo family respectfully escorted the concubine back to the Duke's Mansion. Madam Luo also prepared a number of gifts and snacks for Jasmine to take back.
Jasmine returned to the main courtyard, where her grandfather was standing in front of the pear tree admiring the...green leaves.
"Master, I'm back."
The Duke turned his head, glanced at her, said nothing, and continued to admire the green leaves.
Jasmine couldn't help but ask, "Did Master say anything to Madam Luo? Madam Luo saw the Duke off and seemed very unhappy afterwards. Why is that? Can Master tell me about it?"
The Duke said without turning his head, "She's been in trouble a few times. I think Jian'er and Lady Luo are incompatible. I told her to ignore you in the future and not to have any contact with you after you get married."
The Duke asked in confusion, "She's unhappy? Why should she be unhappy?"
As he was speaking, the Duke was hugged from behind.
The concubine's arms were soft and short, and holding him seemed to be a struggle. The Duke was sure that it was the concubine's face resting on his back; he could imagine where her forehead and nose would be against his back.
His hands were also tied, and the Duke was unable to move.
"Stubborn, what's wrong?"
"Originally, I thought this name was particularly unpleasant, but since you like it, you can call me that from now on."
"Um."
After a long while of not hearing her speak, the Duke still didn't dare to move, and just asked, "Jiang'er?"
"It is I who have caused trouble for you. I will be more careful next time."
"Um."
After a while, the Duke's hands became numb. He asked, "Are your hands tired, Jian'er?"
After asking the question, the Duke remembered that the concubine's left hand was still broken. The Duke immediately grasped the left hand and used his other hand to pinch open the two fingers in front of him.
I turned around and saw that my aunt's bandage had fallen off again!
"Jian'er really doesn't want this hand anymore." The Duke scolded in a low voice.
Thinking about the possibility of having to knock and reconnect, Jasmine was also annoyed: "I was so eager to hold you, Master, that I forgot."
The Duke's sullen face froze for a moment, then a suspicious blush crept across his face. His eyes flickered, and he didn't know how to respond to his concubine's words. The Duke had no choice but to take advantage of the situation and stride to the courtyard gate, shouting, "Call the palace physician!"
After retying the straps, Jasmine asked her master again, "Master, do you trust me?"
"What is it?"
Jasmine didn't expect him to forget so quickly. She decided not to remind him: "Nothing."
Jasmine was a little worried that her father might not say anything, but he was still keeping a record of her. But then she thought, this father was not particular about small matters, so he probably wouldn't remember so many things about her.
Then just let it go.
Jasmine turned to ask something else: "Today at the Luo family, the young lady in yellow was quite talkative. What do you think of her?"
The Duke frowned and said, "Don't mention her. I used to wonder why everyone was afraid of me, especially my wife. She acted like a tiger or leopard when she saw me. Now I think it's good to be a little afraid."
"Yes." Jasmine nodded. She decided not to ask any more questions about this.
Jasmine thought for a moment and then asked, "Madam Mu, should I go and offer my condolences?"
The Duke said, "Don't worry about this, Qiang'er. I sent an apology today and invited the imperial physician from the palace. The two female doctors will stay there to take care of her. Besides, Shancha was beaten. As long as Madam Mu is alive, we will do our utmost."
Jasmine nodded.
It was the Duke's turn to ask, "Does Jian'er like to be in paintings?"
Jasmine shook her head subconsciously.
The Duke was silent, his face full of disbelief. He thought to himself, "The concubine in the painting is smiling so brightly."
The next day, Jasmine cleaned and sorted out the clothes and jewelry that Mrs. Luo had given her twice, and specially asked Xiuhong to return them to the Luo family.
Jasmine didn't bring any message, and Madam Luo didn't bring any message to her either.
When they learned of her accident, several young ladies from the mansion came to see her one after another. After sending them all away, it was already approaching evening.
The sky was filled with beautiful clouds today, and the sun hadn't even set yet. Jasmine sat in a rocking chair in the courtyard, looking up at the sky. She had the illusion that the gods were about to descend at any moment to take her away.
"Stubborn."
Jasmine turned and looked towards the gate.
The Duke walked in with a man carrying a bundle on his back.
Her grandfather's face was filled with smiles, and he seemed to be in a good mood. It was not until the Duke held out his hand that Jasmine noticed that her grandfather was also holding a package.
Look at the square package, it's obviously a hard box inside.
"Xiuhong."
Jasmine was about to take it when her grandfather turned his hand away and handed it to Xiuhong, who was standing beside him. He said to her, "Take my aunt back to her room and change into it."
Jasmine returned to her room and opened the package. Before she even opened the box, she saw the peony pattern on the box and knew what was inside.
From outside the door came her father's voice: "Jiang'er, hurry up. Something delayed me today. By the time I get back from Concubine Liang's clothing store, it will be too late. It will be dark soon, and the painting of people will not look good."
"Auntie!" Xiuhong winked at her.
Jasmine also smiled sweetly.
When she opened the box, she found that it was made of the same material as the one given to her by Lady Luo, but in a different style. It was the Xiangfei color that all women liked.
In the box below were several pieces of jewelry, most of which were made of gold.
With Xiuhong's help, Jasmine changed her hair quickly. There was no time to re-do her hair. She picked through her jewelry and chose two emerald green agate tassel hairpins with a gold background.
When I went out, it was still dark.
The Duke glanced at the painter, who looked troubled, and said to his aunt, "How about another day?"
Jasmine was unwilling to give in: "How about we make a fire?"
The Duke said to the painter, "Come."
The painter's face was extremely ugly. But he did not dare to disobey the Duke, and continued to prepare a series of meals in the pavilion.
Jasmine stood in front of the rockery, amidst the flowers. The Duke stood to one side, his hands behind his back, watching. He also expressed dissatisfaction: "That's not right. Where's your smiling face, Qiang'er?"
When Jasmine heard this, she quickly turned her smile into a grin.
Unfortunately, the Duke was still not satisfied: "No, Qiang'er, why don't you recall the portrait at the Luo Mansion?"
Jasmine then changed her grin into a silly smile with her mouth open!
The Duke was still dissatisfied. His face darkened completely.
Jasmine didn't feel afraid, but only felt endless warmth in her heart.
Taking advantage of the dark night and strong wind, Jasmine decided to let loose.
When the Duke reacted, he only saw a figure rushing towards him like a tiger out of a cage.
She jumped onto him and the Duke had no choice but to catch her.
Then, the Duke felt something bite him. Something wet. His vision went dark, and then he saw the concubine's bright eyes and the dimples he had never seen before.
"It turns out that Jian'er has dimples on his face." The Duke said, and couldn't help but free up one hand to poke it.
Jasmine put her arms around his neck and asked uncertainly, "Is there?"
“It’s gone now.”
Jasmine grinned again.
“Now it’s happening again.”
Jasmine hadn't really known she had dimples. She wasn't used to smiling so freely, especially in front of a mirror. The Duke was the first to remind her.
Jasmine asked him, "Do you think it looks good?"
The Duke was generous: "Jian'er looks best when he smiles."
"From now on, Jian'er, always smile like this for me."
"Um."
The painter has finished the painting.
It was dark that day, and the painter felt that his work was not easy. But looking at the painting, he felt a sense of accomplishment.
He had never painted for anyone at night before, but he found it quite good and would recommend it to his customers in the future.
The more I look at it, the better it gets. The artist never imagined his skills had reached such a high level of perfection!
The background is dark, with only vague outlines of rockery, waterside pavilions, and peony flowers, but his aunt's figure and face are portrayed with incredible delicacy by his colored pens.
Like a fairy walking out of the dark night. A fairy that glows!
It’s so wonderful!
Especially the third one. The artist was very satisfied.
Jasmine was also very surprised. She exclaimed "Wow" several times. Still unsure, she asked her master, "Does this maid really look like the one in the painting?"
Of course the Duke nodded.
Jasmine became even more excited.
Both paintings showed Jasmine in different poses, one from the front, the other from the side. Her flowing skirt shone brightly in the firelight, but the radiance of her face was not obscured at all.
The two saw the third one.
The Duke's smile faltered when he saw himself in the painting. The painter, thinking he was displeased, immediately dropped his smug expression and apologized.
"Please forgive me, Duke. I was so impressed by the beauty of the painting that I couldn't help but paint it," the painter said in frustration. How could he have forgotten that the painting before him was of the Duke and his concubine? The Duke was getting married soon, and if this painting were seen, it would cause trouble.
It would be strange if the Duke was happy to see this!
Fearing he would be punished, the painter quickly added, "I will destroy this painting and repaint it for you. You don't need me to be there. I can finish it tonight. I can paint as many as you want."
Jasmine was a little reluctant and went to see her grandfather with trepidation. She was thinking about how to ask her grandfather to give her the painting.
Then the Duke said, "The painting is very good. No need to forgive me."
The painter was puzzled.
Jasmine listened to her grandfather examining the paintings as he continued, "All three have been installed. Two are for Jue'er, and this one is for you. Does Jue'er have any objections?"
"No problem."
The Duke turned to look at the concubine, and saw two faint dimples on her face from her smile.
Although her master told her not to worry about it, Jasmine still inquired about it every few days.
I finally felt relieved when I learned that Mrs. Mu was able to get out of bed today.
Jasmine heard another story. Luo Ming'er and Mu Ziqing had a falling out. There were rumors circulating about the reason for the breakup, but Jasmine couldn't help but think about it.
Mu Ziqing must have discovered that Luo Ming'er was using her. She had done something for Luo Ming'er, but Luo Ming'er was afraid of offending the Duke and refused to testify.
The censor's wife has a hot temper, so of course her daughter also has a quick temper.
On the day he was able to get out of bed, Mu Ziqing sent someone to find Luo Ming'er and told her that they were done with each other from then on.
Mu Ziqing also asked Luo Ming'er to return all the things she had given her.
The Imperial Censor's Mansion was wealthy. Unlike Minister Luo's Mansion, where people had to count the days before they could even eat meat, the two young ladies had known each other for three years, and it was Mu Ziqing who had always sent gifts to Luo Ming'er.
Especially in the past two years, when it was learned that Luo Ming'er was chosen by the old lady of the Duke's Mansion and was engaged to the Duke, the two of them became more closely connected, and Mu Ziqing also sent gifts more diligently.
Because there were so many things that one carriage could not hold them all, many people gathered around Luo's mansion.
Luo Ming'er was really angry. She sent Zhixia to the gate of the mansion to spread the word.
"My wife said that from now on, if the Mu family has any problems, they should not bring them to the Luo family!"
Little did they know that once this statement got out, it would be seen as the Luo family telling the Mu family not to get involved, and the two families would become enemies from then on. There was no way the Luo family would allow the Duke's son-in-law to help support the Mu family.
The people weren't just spreading rumors. Everyone knew that the Mu Mansion had a higher threshold than the Luo Mansion. The reason the Luo family's wife dared to speak out against the Mu family was because she was about to marry the Duke of Guo, and she wanted to use the Duke of Guo's power to bully others.
After hearing about this, the Duke's Mansion hadn't said anything yet, but the Luo Mansion took the initiative to teach the servants a lesson.
The unlucky Zhixia was made the scapegoat. She cried out, "Madam, help me! It was you who asked me to go. I am being wronged..."
Madam Luo was very ruthless in her teaching of the inner courtyard maid: "Beat her, beat her to death! If the mistress tells you to go, you go. When the mistress is angry, you can't even try to persuade her? You are such a brainless person!"
Mrs. Luo couldn't bear to teach her daughter a lesson, so she took her anger out on the maid. When Minister Luo returned home, he ordered Luo Ming'er to kneel down in the ancestral hall.
Luo Ming'er refused to cooperate and said to Minister Luo, "Dad, my daughter will be married in a month or so. I'm the Duke's wife!"
Minister Luo: "As long as you stay in the Luo Mansion for one day, I will teach you a lesson! My reputation over the years has been ruined by you and your daughter! You are really good!"
Minister Luo was so angry that his face turned red. He glared at his wife, then looked at his unconvinced daughter and said, "You will kneel before our ancestors for three hours! Watch her and don't let her get up!"
Minister Luo was afraid that he would be angry to death, so he left without saying anything.
One was the master, and the other was the future wife of the Duke. Madam Luo helped her daughter up, and the maids dared not really dissuade her.
Mrs. Luo personally helped Luo Ming'er up, patted the invisible dust off her daughter's legs, and said, "Don't pay attention to your father. He can't do anything about it."
Luo Ming'er frowned and remained silent.
The Duke's Mansion.
The old lady regretted her decision once again. How could she have made such a mistake in choosing the Luo family mother and daughter?
She should have known that the Luo family mother and daughter were not so quiet. It was impossible to guard against them, and there was a high possibility that the entire Duke's Mansion would be implicated.
But the wedding is only a month away, and breaking off the engagement will inevitably affect the Duke's Mansion. Besides, the old lady has no more suitable candidate.
The only solution now is to wait until the daughter of the Luo family comes home and then slowly discipline her.
The old lady comforted herself again that the mother and daughter were restless and could be used more effectively by her.
When the Duke heard about this, he didn't react much.
In the Duke's view, the deed had already been done, so being accused was not unfair. But the Luo family hadn't done it yet, and they had only spoken out for a moment, so that wasn't a big deal.
Besides, the Duke believes that Lord Luo will discipline his daughter well.
The three mounted paintings arrived. The Duke had taken his, and Jasmine was now inspecting her courtyard, trying to decide where to hang her two.
Shancha helped her look at them. In the end, they both agreed to hang one on the wall by the entrance and the other by the bed. It was nice to be able to see them when entering and when going to bed.
Jasmine hung it up, then changed her mind and rolled up the scroll.
Shancha asked, "What are you doing?"
Jasmine hid the painting while mumbling, "We don't live here. It'll get dusty if it hangs up."
Shancha: "So you mean wait until the Luo family girl comes home before hanging it up?"
Jasmine said nothing. She simply carefully hid the painting in the cabinet. Turning around, Jasmine asked her, "How's Chunli?"
This time it was Shancha's turn to remain silent.
Shancha had just come out of the fields yesterday. The Censor's wife had given Shancha twenty lashes, and Chunli fifty.
The censor's wife originally wanted to beat a hundred of them, but was forcibly stopped by Mu Yaozhi.
Although there are no barbs on the boards, fifty blows are no big deal for a warrior.
But Chunli was also a human being, he would bleed and feel pain. And after all, the injury was for Shancha, so Jasmine prepared two gift boxes and asked the Duke to take them.
Neither was expensive, but she had put a lot of thought into each of them. One was a homemade pastry, the other was a homemade ointment.
Now that Shancha is almost well, Jasmine of course lets Shancha comfort Chunli herself.
Even though Shancha didn't say anything, Jasmine knew what she was thinking.
"These are two different things. If you don't treat him as Chunli, then you should treat him as your savior."
Shancha: "I'm afraid he'll bother me again."
"It's okay to say thank you." Jasmine said this, but she also knew Shancha's dilemma.
After all, Shancha didn't really hate Chun-li. If Chun-li were to come again, both of them would suffer, and Shancha's suffering would be no less than Chun-li's.
"Let him think I'm a heartless person and we'll be strangers from now on."
Jasmine was admiring her for her courage. Then this person came over again with a shameless face, "Auntie, how about sending some snacks and ointment again? How about I help you make them this time?"
...
In the evening, the Duke went to the residence of the Minister of War, carrying snacks and ointments.
Chunli was able to get out of bed, but Madam Han, in tears, refused to let him leave the house. Chunli had no choice but to accept Madam Han's request, as he felt he owed his mother so much.
When the Duke arrived, Chun Li was lying on the bed, being fed by a servant. Madam Han was watching from the side. If her son had not objected, Madam Han would have definitely fed him herself.
Mrs. Han was displeased with the servant's carelessness and was planning to roll up her sleeves and feed her son herself.
Just when Chun Li was feeling hopeless, the Duke came in.
"My lady is polite."
Mrs. Han had a smile on her face all the time, but when she saw the Duke, her face immediately fell.
Back then, the father and son kept it a secret from her, waiting until Chunli was about to go to guard the border before informing her. Madam Han couldn't agree to this, and in the end, it was Minister Han who said that Chunli might not be favored by the Duke, and if he wasn't, he would be back in two months.
Mrs. Han looked forward to it day and night, and felt that Duke Yan would definitely not be interested in a spoiled young man.
But who would have thought that instead of waiting for the visitor, Mrs. Han received a letter from the border guard.
The Duke expressed his satisfaction with Han Chunli. He also praised Han Chunli for his ability to endure hardships, courage and wisdom, and for helping him solve many problems.
This time, I was away for six years.
How could Madam Han not feel wronged? She resented the father and son, and even more so, she resented Duke Yan for being such a scoundrel.
Knowing that there were only two boys in the Han Mansion, he still cruelly snatched one away. Madam Han felt that Duke Yan must have deliberately taken revenge. After all, he had to guard the border. He must have been unwilling to see other people's sons living a life of luxury, so he withheld her son's money.
After paying their respects, Madam Han said with a forced smile, "My Lord, you are very busy. There is no need for you to visit us every day."
Chun Li's eyes lit up. It was as if he had found a lifeline. "General!"
The Duke said to Madam Han, "Today, I have come to visit Chunli at the request of Madam Han."
Madam Han said in a veiled tone, "My aunt is so capable that she can even invite the Duke."
The Duke said: "It just so happens that I won't be visiting Chun Li for two days. I'm busy during the day, so I can only bother you now."
Madam Han said nothing more, but she didn't get up to leave either. It was only when the Duke and Chun Li stared at her that Madam Han could no longer sit still, so she stood up with a cold face and left with her people.
The Duke placed two boxes at the bedside. One contained familiar pastries, and the other contained several jars of ointment.
Chunli forced a smile and pleaded, "General, please don't bother me next time. I did it willingly, and I don't have to thank anyone on my behalf."
The Duke: "Just accept the gift from my aunt." If the gift is not delivered, my aunt will feel even worse.
Chun Li's face was tangled. After six years of sharing life and death, how could the Duke not understand him? He shouted, "Just say what you want to say."
Chun Li gritted his teeth and said, "The snacks my aunt made are truly awful, and the ointment is just some ordinary ointment picked up by the mountain folks. It's totally unusable!"
After saying this, Chunli didn't dare to look up at the general, and said angrily, "General, I said the wrong thing."
The Duke had never eaten the snacks made by my aunt. Every time my aunt made them in advance, she would ask him to deliver them to her, and my aunt would never leave any for him.
After hearing Chunli's words, the Duke was curious. Could it be that the concubine didn't give it to him because she knew that his cooking was not tasty?
The Duke said nothing, but reached out and took a piece of plump, white pastry from the box, which looked very delicious.
He put a mouthful of it in his mouth, and the sweetness melted away. The Duke was not in a good mood and said, "My aunt's snacks are okay. If you don't like them, I'll take them away."
Chunli secretly curled his lips, thinking that the general was trying to save his aunt's reputation by saying that something tasted delicious.
"General, take him back. When you get back, be sure to tell Auntie not to let her send him off. I appreciate Auntie's kindness."
"Okay. Take care of yourself. I'm coming back." The Duke closed the box and left with it.
Chunli hesitated again and called him: "General, do you know Shancha? Is he okay?"
The Duke turned half his face away and nodded: "I can help Auntie make cakes and grind medicine powder, so I should be fully recovered."
Chunli couldn't believe it and stared at the box in the general's hand: "General, are you saying that the snacks and ointments are made of camellia?"
"Shancha helped Auntie do it." The Duke corrected him. "Nothing else, Master, I'll leave now."
Chunli jumped off the bed in a hurry. The Duke turned around and looked at Chunli, who was holding his hand tightly, in confusion: "Is there anything else?"
Chun Li said shamelessly: "Well, I think the snacks made by Auntie are quite delicious. Since they have been delivered, we can't let the general make a wasted trip. Well, you should keep them."
The Duke frowned and said after a moment: "Since you don't like it, why force it." The Duke did not let go.
Chunli didn't let go either.
The Duke finally kept the toilet box. After all, it was given to him by his concubine.
Chunli held the toilet box and laughed foolishly for a long time, which made Madam Han look at him dumbfounded. He refused to say anything when asked, and Madam Han had to urge Han Shangshu to go to the palace to fetch the imperial physician before Chunli said he was fine. He said that the Duke had told him a funny joke, and the more he thought about it, the funnier it got.
"What joke? Tell it to mom too."
"Mother, the Duke said it's a secret."
After seeing Madam Han off, Chun Li hid in his bed and carefully opened the toilet box. He first opened the ointment and sniffed it again and again, then pinched a piece of cake.
After taking a small bite, my eyes lit up. The snacks made by Shancha are really delicious!
...
When the Duke returned to the backyard and saw his aunt, the first thing he said was, "Bring me a plate of snacks."
When the snacks arrived, they weren't the kind my aunt had made. The Duke asked again, "Nothing else?"
Jasmine: "Master, what kind of snacks do you want? I'll go to the kitchen and get them."
The Duke waved his hand.
After washing up and resting, the Duke asked, "Since Qiang'er made some snacks for me to bring to Chunli, why don't you make more? I want to try some made by my aunt, too."
Jasmine was stunned for a moment, then she laughed.
"Is my master funny?"
Jasmine shook her head and explained, "I will do it tomorrow. But you can't despise me, Master."
The Duke finally felt relieved: "I don't mind. I'm sure what Jian'er makes can't be bad." After all, the Duke had tasted it at Chunli's. If this tasted bad, then there would be no good snacks in the world.
It turned out that Auntie didn't let her taste it because she was afraid that he would be picky. Auntie is really something, what kind of person does she think he is?
The second day.
If the Duke had not seen with his own eyes the snacks that the aunt had made with her skilled hands, he would have suspected that the aunt was deliberately trying to trick him after he had successfully eaten them.
The Duke swallowed the snack with difficulty and said to his concubine seriously, "The Duke's Mansion is not short of snacks. You don't have to work so hard in the future."
Jasmine knew what her grandfather's expression meant without asking.
"I said I don't mind."
"I don't mind." The Duke said with difficulty, "But now is not a time of famine, there is no reason for us to suffer."
Jasmine thought her grandfather would at least give her a few false compliments, but she didn't expect him to be so direct. Even though she knew her own pastries were terrible, Jasmine was still unhappy.
"Can't you be more tactful?"
The Duke is used to speaking directly, while the civil officials are more tactful.
When the Duke saw his concubine looking so aggrieved, he realized that the person in front of him was not Chunli, Zuo He and the others, but his delicate concubine.
The Duke was annoyed and could only say, "Be more careful next time, sir."
Military commanders are all straightforward. Jasmine knew that, of course. She couldn't believe that such a great Duke would bow his head in front of her.
She couldn't bear it either.
"No need for your attention, sir. I think it's better for you to be straightforward. I'm too lazy to make snacks."
"Yeah. Oh, and don't make the ointment either. Snacks won't kill you, but the ointment might."
The Duke's expression was extremely serious at this moment.
Jasmine was silent for a moment before she said, "I understand."
"Is your hand any better? I think making some snacks might be a good idea."
How could Jasmine not understand this? She smiled shyly, pursing her lips.
It was only that time that Jasmine took the initiative to roll into his arms, and the Duke accepted it. For many days after that, the Duke was afraid that he would accidentally hurt her hand, so he and she slept in separate beds.
Counting the days, more than half a month had passed. Looking at Auntie's nimble figure as she made the dim sum, even though she only used one hand, it should be okay now, right?
The main thing is that the Duke is really enduring this. I just asked this today.
Jasmine nodded obediently.
So, on this day, the Duke did not have dinner with the old lady, but ate with his concubine in the main courtyard. After finishing his meal quickly, the Duke went to wash up.
"Wait until Master comes back."
Jasmine couldn't bathe, so she'd been just rubbing herself clean for the past few days. But today was different. After her grandfather left, Jasmine hurriedly asked Shancha to fetch some water.
She not only wiped her body twice, but also washed her hair. When the Duke came out, she had just soaked her hair.
The Duke waited for more than an hour.
So when the concubine came out of the side room, the Duke was already waiting at the door and just picked her up and left.
"Stubborn..."
"Master."
In the past six months, the two have developed a tacit understanding.
Jasmine knew where the Duke couldn't be touched, and how she could touch him would make him most excited.
The Duke also knew what positions the concubine liked, when the concubine would tremble, and when the concubine would cry.
Of course, the Duke followed the concubine's preferences in terms of posture. Whatever the concubine liked, the Duke was happy to follow.
But there is only one thing: the Duke will not listen to my concubine.
No, at first, the Duke would still listen. But later he realized that the concubine was joking with him.
That is, when the love is at its peak, the concubine will shout "goodbye". The Duke will naturally think that the concubine cannot bear it, and he will understand her and withdraw no matter how hard it is.
But later, now, the Duke discovered that after his aunt shouted "goodbye", if he really wanted to leave, his aunt's brows would be furrowed so deeply that he didn't know how deep it would be.
He would deliberately stay or do something bad when his aunt shouted "goodbye", which would make his aunt even more excited.
That day, the Duke was being naughty again. When he heard the concubine shouting "Master, stop...", the Duke did not stop immediately, but instead moved even faster. Soon, the concubine was clinging to him.
The Duke withdrew swiftly. Then he heard the words he most wanted to hear.
"Master, don't go."
"I won't leave. I've been staying here with you."
The Duke lowered his head again and let his concubine cling to him and sob.
Jasmine came to her senses and rarely expressed her dissatisfaction to her grandfather by kicking him.
Jasmine's feet happened to be resting on her grandfather.
The Duke gasped, suspecting his aunt had done it on purpose.
But since he had been the one who had wronged his concubine first, the Duke endured it. To prevent his concubine from kicking him again, the Duke reached out and held her back.
The touch of his hands felt quite good, and the Duke was touching the dog in the name of punishing criminals.
Jasmine rested her head on her master's broad arms and asked, "Master, do you like the wife of the Luo family?"
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