Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "You woman, actually want to seduce...
Jiang Ci looked at the sword blade that was close to his skin, and a layer of fine goose bumps appeared on his neck due to the coldness, but he did not retreat at all.
She just looked at him quietly, her voice as soft as the night wind:
"Then why don't you bring down your sword? It will just cut me down, just as you wish."
She looked up at him, her eyes clear, as if she was not afraid of death at all. Instead, she was watching him to see how he would humiliate her and to what extent.
For a moment, Ji Yang did not move.
A strange look flashed across his eyes for a moment, then he sneered, sheathed his sword, turned around and casually threw the fan into the brazier.
A red light suddenly appeared, and the golden fan ribs were burned to ashes.
"I won't touch you because I'm afraid of getting my hands dirty."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. The door curtain was lifted up and then fell heavily down.
Jiang Ci sat on the red couch, the red candles reflected her pale face, but there were no tears or resentment in her eyes, only a deep, undetectable calmness.
She lowered her head and gently pressed the collarbone that had been brushed by the sword.
She originally thought that Ji Yang would not come to the wedding.
The next morning, Jiang Ci got up according to the etiquette, put on his clothes, and accompanied by Yin Shuang, went to the inner courtyard to pay his respects to Madam Ji.
The red curtains in the hall were still there, and the shadows of the draperies were low. Madam Ji was already sitting on the kang, wearing a moon-white auspicious gown embroidered with plum blossoms. She looked energetic. When she saw Jiang Ci come in, she quickly waved for her to come forward.
"What happened last night? Did that kid Zisu stay?"
Jiang Ci was slightly startled, then nodded gently: "No."
Madam Ji sighed, but her tone was not blaming, but rather a bit playful:
"As a couple, it's inevitable that they won't get along. You're still young, so remember this: fight at the head of the bed, make up at the foot of the bed."
As she spoke, she turned and instructed the nanny beside her, "Go and call Nanny Xia over to teach our Miss Jiang a few tricks...how to get along with others."
Although Jiang Ci felt it was abrupt, he didn't want to offend his mother-in-law, so he lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes, I will remember Madam's teachings."
She knew clearly in her heart that Ji Yang was holding a grudge against her. If she rashly slept with him, it would only give him something to criticize. It would be better to take things slowly and win his heart step by step.
In the afternoon, Nanny Xia came as expected, carrying a mahogany box, her eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.
"My lady asked me to teach you some ways to take care of yourself so that you can live a harmonious life in the future." She smiled meaningfully, put the box on the table, and opened it to reveal a hardcover picture album.
Jiang Ci flipped the page with confusion, and the next moment, his cheeks suddenly turned red.
The painting shows a man and a woman entangled in love, with cloud-like hair, beautiful faces, fragrant shoulders and slender waists. Every stroke of the pen conveys love, and the mood is erotic, which is actually a textbook for girls in the boudoir.
Nanny Xia twirled her handkerchief and smiled, "Don't be shy, young lady. This is the rule in our boudoir. Women are like water, and men are like iron. Even the hardest heart cannot resist the entanglement of tenderness."
Jiang Ci pursed his lips, said nothing, and just lowered his head to flip through the pages quietly.
For the first one or two pages, she was still shy, not daring to touch the scroll too firmly with her fingertips. But gradually, her brows relaxed, and her eyes fell on the details of the movements on the scroll, observing them with great care.
Nanny Xia didn't know what she was thinking, and just thought she was a newlywed bride, so she smiled and stood up: "Young lady, take your time to read, I won't disturb you."
Before leaving, he did not forget to say: "I leave this album for you, study it carefully. If it is of any use tomorrow, my wife will be very happy."
Jiang Ci nodded slightly, put away the album, and returned to his bedroom.
The light was dim behind the curtains. She casually stuffed the thin picture album under her pillow, but her fingers suddenly stopped when they touched the corner of the book.
She murmured softly:
"Love is easy to arouse, but hard to resist."
As the night deepened, as Ji Yang stepped into the gate of Dongyang Marquis' Mansion, he was intercepted by Madam Ji who was guarding the corridor.
She held a thin bamboo stick in her hand and tapped it lightly on her palm. The sound was neither fast nor slow, as if hitting the bone, with a sense of majesty without anger.
Ji Yang frowned, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Mother, I didn't do anything wrong today, nor did I make you unhappy."
"I'm innocent."
Madam Ji snorted and glanced up at him: "You didn't do anything, but I don't think you ever planned to do anything."
"Your wife is now alone in the empty house. How can you, as a husband, be so cruel?"
Before Ji Yang could speak, she turned around and ordered, "Come here, send the Second Young Master to the bridal chamber to have dinner with the Second Madam."
Ji Yang was finally taken to Jiang Ci's courtyard.
As the door opened, the lights in the room were still warm. Jiang Ci was sitting at a low table holding a teacup. When she heard the footsteps, she was slightly startled and turned around with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Ji Yang stood at the door, his face sullen, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes staring coldly at Jiang Ci, as if he wanted to shoot nails out and pin Jiang Ci to the wall. After a long while, he finally spoke: "My mother forced me to come here, don't think too much."
"I'll be leaving after sitting for a while."
After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for her to respond, but sat down in front of the low couch beside him, his face full of reluctance, and his other hand always holding the hilt of the sword.
Who knew that the next moment, there was a light "click" sound outside the door, which was the sound of the copper lock falling.
Jiang Ci was slightly startled, and stood up to try the door. He pulled it twice, but found that the door could not be pushed open.
At this time, outside the courtyard, Madam Ji stood on the stone steps, looking up at the night sky with a calm expression.
Wanniang and Yinshuang stood beside him, both of them with nervous expressions. Yinshuang hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice:
"Madam, this... the governor and the girl are in the room, and the door is locked... is it really okay?"
Madam Ji smiled slightly and said slowly, "Since they are already married, they are husband and wife. Sooner or later, this door will have to be locked."
"Now it's just to help them adapt in advance."
"Don't worry."
"No matter how cold Zi Su is, he is still a man; no matter how calm Jiang Ci is, she is still a girl. It won't happen so quickly, but if you don't, you have to give it a try to find out."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Ci's voice came faintly from inside the room: "This door... seems to be really unable to be opened."
After hearing this, Madam Ji tapped the bamboo stick lightly on her palm and said to herself leisurely, "Then there's even less need to rush to open it."
Inside the house, Jiang Ci pulled the door for a long time without success. Ji Yang sneered, "You are so weak that you can't even open the door."
He stood up and walked to her side, saying impatiently: "Get out of the way, I'll do it."
Jiang Ci stepped aside, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Ji Yang grabbed the door knocker and pulled hard, but the door didn't move at all. He frowned, tried pulling it twice more, and then pushed it in the outward direction, but still it didn't move at all.
Jiang Ci leaned against the door with his arms folded, and said calmly, "It was locked from the outside. Did you ask someone to lock the door?"
Ji Yang frowned, looking incredulous, "I don't have this habit."
The two looked at each other for a moment, the atmosphere was a little tense. Ji Yang's expression darkened, and he raised his fist and slammed it on the door panel, gritted his teeth and muttered, "It must be my mother who did it."
Jiang Ci sighed softly and said helplessly, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have asked Wan Niang to add chopsticks. Then you and I wouldn't be trapped in a room alone."
Ji Yang sneered, his eyes gleaming coldly as he looked at Jiang Ci, his tone full of sarcasm: "You make it sound like you didn't design it."
As he finished speaking, he approached step by step.
Jiang Ci felt the oppressive breath coming towards him, his heart tightened, and he unconsciously stepped back.
But just as she took a step back, Ji Yang suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her chin fiercely, his movements cold and cruel, his voice as low as ice:
"Isn't this why my mother locked us in a room?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly picked her up.
Jiang Ci was caught off guard and screamed in shock, kicking and struggling instinctively: "Ji Yang, are you crazy! Let me go!"
"You can't force people to do things!"
Ji Yang had an expressionless face. His strength was not strong, but it was not irresistible. He carried her all the way to the bed, raised his hand and threw her between the quilts.
Jiang Ci was startled by the fall and tried to get up immediately by holding onto the edge of the bed, but Ji Yang had already stepped forward and blocked her retreat.
"What on earth do you want to do!"
She gritted her teeth and pushed him very quickly. The two of them twisted into a ball, and in the chaos, a corner of a book suddenly slipped out from under the pillow.
Ji Yang took a glance, his eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to pull out the book.
There was no words on the cover. He frowned slightly and flipped through a few pages casually. The next moment, his expression suddenly changed.
The picture is rich and charming, with the belt half-unbuttoned, men and women embracing each other, and their expressions are too ambiguous.
For a moment, the atmosphere was as tense as a knife.
He turned around abruptly and threw the book to the ground. His eyes were as dark as the night as he stared at Jiang Ci and growled, "You still say you didn't mean it?"
"You and my mother colluded and locked me up in the house, just for this?"
"Seducing me?!"
Jiang Ci had not yet recovered from the oppressive feeling he had just felt, and was staring at the book in a daze.
Ji Yang's voice was cold to the bone:
"I'm telling you, Jiang Ci, you won't succeed."
"I have no interest in you."
After saying that, he bent down to pick up the book again, threw it back into Jiang Ci's arms, and said coldly: "It's hidden very well, even hidden under the pillow. I'm afraid he must be reading it day and night."
He straightened his clothes, turned around and walked towards the dining table in front of the low couch, sat down, and turned his back to her, as if he didn't want to even look at her again.
Jiang Ci sat on the edge of the bed, holding the book in his hand, with a complicated expression. It was such a huge injustice.
During the day, Nanny Xia gave her the textbook for domestic use. She had intended to flip through a few pages in her spare time to entertain her mother-in-law, but she was careless and left it under her pillow.
This absurd misunderstanding was beyond comprehension. She didn't even know where to begin to clarify Ji Yang's allusion to seduction.
When she came to her senses, she realized that her fingers were trembling slightly.
She looked down and hugged herself gently, as if trying to suppress the instinctive trembling.
After a moment, she slowly exhaled, reached out to tie her hair back in place, and straightened her collar.
His movements were neither hurried nor slow, yet extremely steady, as if the chaos that had just gone out of control had never happened.
She stood up and walked back to the table, her sleeves hanging down. She opened the lid of the food box with her bare hands and rearranged the dishes.
The light reflected between her eyebrows and eyes, her expression was gentle, and her tone was calm as usual:
"Since it's mother-in-law's good intention, it can't be wasted."
She didn't look at him again, but suppressed the humiliation and surprise with an extremely calm attitude.
"It's late, why not eat something first."
"As for the door, it will naturally open when daybreak." Jiang Ci's voice was a little choked when she said this, but she didn't show it.
She no longer looked at him, but bent over to pour him a cup of warm tea. When she sat down, her eyes were as clear as water and her manners were graceful.
Ji Yang glanced around and saw only a set of bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Jiang Ci simply said, "I had some fruit and snacks this afternoon, so I'm not hungry."
"Besides, the governor may not want to dine at the same table with me."
After saying that, she walked to the desk, lightly stroked the lamp with her fingertips, added a wick, and brightened the dim light a little. Then she picked up a book, sat down, and began to read quietly.
She said nothing, her expression calm. The light reflected on her profile, which was light and peaceful, and even gave off a sense of otherworldliness.
Ji Yang glanced at her and said coldly, "You are just pretending."
Jiang Ci said calmly, without even looking up, "This is a dish from Wanniang's hometown."
"Every time I want to eat the flavors of southern Xinjiang, I ask her to cook a table."
Ji Yang didn't say anything. He picked up the chopsticks and casually picked up a piece of food and put it into his mouth.
As soon as he took a sip, the taste was unexpectedly to his liking, with a rich sauce aroma, a slight sour and spicy taste, and a warm taste.
Jiang Ci actually didn't know that he would come in for dinner tonight, but she told Wan Niang not to cook Liangzhou cuisine.
She knew that during the three years he was held hostage, he probably ate mostly cold rice and cold soup from Liangzhou. No one in the world would want to relive his humiliation again and again.
The room was so quiet that the only sounds were the flipping of pages and the occasional clink of dishes and chopsticks.
He ate a few mouthfuls of rice in silence, then finally put down his chopsticks, leaned back on the cushion, and looked at her with an unfathomable expression.
Ji Yang was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke in a low voice: "I need to wash and change clothes."
Jiang Ci was sitting at his desk, holding the corner of a paper between his fingers. He seemed not to hear what was said and didn't even lift his eyelids.
The room was silent for a moment. Ji Yang stepped forward and stood in front of her desk, looking down at her. His palms rested on the corner of the desk. His voice was a little lower, but it was full of oppression: "I said - I need to wash and change clothes."
This time, Jiang Ci slowly raised his eyes, glanced at him, and said lazily:
"oh."
Just one word, no avoidance and no response.
She lowered her eyes and head again, turning the page, as if his words were just the sound of the night wind blowing outside the window, leaving no trace.
Ji Yang frowned slightly, his eyes were sharp, but he didn't say anything in the end.
He reached out to loosen his belt, and his black robe fell to the ground, and his inner clothes followed suit, leaving only a thin shirt on his body. The slightly swaying candlelight in the room cast the lines of his shoulders and back on the ground, looking cold and stern.
He spoke again, his tone slower but colder than before: "I need to wash up."
Jiang Ci still looked straight ahead, not even pausing to turn the pages of the book, his voice so light it almost floated away in the wind:
"I heard it."
"You said it three times."
He just raised his hand and pointed to the table:
"The tub is over there."
Ji Yang's expression paused, he stared at her for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just snorted coldly, turned around and walked behind the screen.
After a moment, the thin shirt also fell to the ground.
After washing, Ji Yang stood behind the screen and frowned slightly. There was no one in the room to prepare clothes for him.
He originally wanted to call out, but when he looked at Jiang Ci who was reading at the desk through the thin screen, his thin lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end.
With a quick glance, he saw a plain white bath towel embroidered with light plum blossoms hanging on a hook beside the screen, clearly used by a woman.
He was silent for a moment, then walked forward with a cold face. He stretched out his hand, took down the bath towel, and simply wrapped it around his body, from shoulders to knees, tying it tightly, like a clumsy white dumpling.
As soon as he walked out from behind the screen, he bumped into Jiang Ci who was closing the book and looking up.
She saw it clearly at that glance. Ji Yang's cold and handsome face was as gloomy as a deep pool. He glanced at her and said in a cold voice, "Don't laugh."
Jiang Ci pursed his lips and said nothing, but there was an obvious hint of suppressing a smile in his eyes.
Ji Yang narrowed his eyes and added in a low voice: "If you dare to tell anyone... I will kill you."
The tone didn't sound like a joke. Jiang Ci blinked and nodded seriously.
Ji Yang snorted coldly, walked to the bed, picked up the quilt, and pushed the pillow inward.
"I'll sleep on the bed, and you sleep on the floor."
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