Yue Jiang's words seemed to express boundless grievances. Jing Yan stared at her tearful, angry, and charming appearance, which not only did not reveal any dishevelment, but also moved people more and more, making them want to pity her.
This sight immediately reminded Jing Yan of when he had just abducted Yue Jiang, when she stretched out her hands, which were tightly bound with hemp rope, and pitifully crawled toward him.
Back then, she was just like she is today, her charming and pitiful appearance making people overlook her disheveled state.
At that time, Jing Yan followed Yue Jiang's words and tricked her, not knowing whether he had fallen into her gentle trap.
He reached out and gently patted Yue Jiang's back, apologizing, "I drank too much tonight and was a little dizzy. I was wrong, please don't blame me, Jiang'er."
"Alright, Your Highness, I forgive you," Yue Jiang noticed a hint of normal lightness in Jing Yan's voice and, not wanting to dwell on it, gave the two of them a way out.
After wiping the wine stains from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, Granny Ye brought over a portion of steamed buns for the two of them to start eating.
"Your Highness, Your Highness's Consort, it's time for the 'offspring buns'."
Yue Jiang picked one up with her chopsticks, but it was already half-cooked and not very tasty.
She took a bite and spat it out, then glanced shyly at Jing Yan and whispered, "Sheng."
Jing Yan watched as Yue Jiang proceeded with all the steps smoothly, without any hesitation or wavering. He understood that once a princess was married off, she had no other choice.
I know she's not an ordinary member of the royal family; perhaps she's been subjected to some kind of training. But can she really fake it so convincingly and naturally?
“Your Highness,” Yue Jiang noticed that Jing Yan had stopped again, staring intently at her with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
She may be dressed very glamorously today, unlike her usual self, but Jing Yan is usually a gentleman, unlike tonight.
What happened to him? He's changed so much.
Jing Yan remained silent until Yue Jiang called out to him. He immediately snapped out of his daze, picked up his chopsticks, bit off half of a piece, and spat it out, saying, "Raw."
With all the formalities completed, Granny Ye asked the two whether they wished to wash and dress now or not.
Jing Yan waved his hand, telling them to leave: "You don't need to serve me anymore, you can all leave."
Granny Ye glanced at Yue Jiang with concern, noticing that His Highness had drunk quite a bit tonight.
It's their wedding night again. They're already young and impetuous, and with the added boost of alcohol, what if they don't know how to be considerate and caring?
Granny Ye hesitated to leave, and Qingke followed behind her.
Jing Yan was indeed somewhat drunk and confused, and with worries on his mind, he couldn't help but urge him earnestly, "Aren't you going down yet!"
Jingyan is acting very strangely tonight. Yue Jiang really needs to find out what's wrong with him. It's not good for others to be in the way. She gently gestured towards the door with her chin raised.
"Granny, you can take Qingke away. I can wash and dress myself. I will serve Your Highness. If I can't take care of him, I will call for help."
Since Yuejiang had said that, Granny Ye, still worried, also wanted to leave, so she and Qingke curtsied and withdrew, saying, "Yes."
After the two left, the door was closed. Jing Yan sat down with his head bent over, changing to a position with his hands on his forehead and his eyes closed, perhaps taking a nap.
The room suddenly fell silent, with the occasional crackling sound of a candle flame popping.
The East Palace has many spacious buildings, and there is a hot spring pool in the side hall for daily bathing and washing.
Yue Jiang took the initiative to break the tense atmosphere, raising her hand to support Jing Yan's arm, trying to help him up: "Your Highness, you've drunk too much wine, go take a bath to refresh yourself."
The moment Yue Jiang's hand touched Jing Yan's forearm, he grabbed it and held it firmly in his palm. She didn't struggle and it didn't hurt.
"Your Highness, what are you doing? I am here to help you bathe and change your clothes."
Yue Jiang was terrified. Could Jing Yan have gotten drunk and was acting out?
"Why is Jiang'er so considerate to me?" Jing Yan kept his eyes closed, not looking at Yue Jiang at all, afraid that if he looked at Yue Jiang's face, he would be deceived by her pitiful and innocent eyes again.
Yue Jiang replied without making a mistake and in accordance with the facts: "Naturally, it is because Your Highness is my husband."
"Is it merely because you married me?" Jing Yan's voice faded unconsciously.
She's only putting on this considerate act because she's going to marry this person. If she were to marry An Chenghuan, she would be considerate and attentive to him tonight.
The captivating beauties kept as pets are used to seduce the target, making the other party submit to the beauty's charms and obey her every whim.
All the bargaining chips are her considerate nature and her alluring body.
According to Yue Jiang, this was indeed the case.
Therefore, Yue Jiang's previous unintentional flirting with him was all a deliberate act done unintentionally.
Even though Lian Yuejiang took the initiative to eat the pastries sent by Cheng Suyun in the East Palace, perhaps Cheng Suyun had already noticed something amiss.
Yue Jiang knew that simply saying that wouldn't work; it wouldn't move anyone's heart. So she leaned closer to Jing Yan, whispering in his ear, her eyes alluring and her voice soft: "Of course, it's also because...because I like Your Highness."
After she finished speaking, she quickly turned her body to the side and turned her face away, looking extremely shy and embarrassed.
Hot breath brushed against his ear, quickly turning into a damp mist. It felt as if a furry claw had suddenly scratched Jing Yan's heart.
Just as I was feeling comfortable, the ticklish sensation left.
He swallowed hard, moved his lips a few times, and turned to look at Yue Jiang.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable. Was he trying to outsmart him again?
“Your Highness, it’s really getting late,” Yue Jiang said, turning her wrist a few times in Jing Yan’s hand to remind him of the time.
Jing Yan let out a deep breath, released Yue Jiang's wrist, and stood up abruptly: "I've had too much wine, I should take a bath to sober up. You've had a long day too."
"Have someone come in and help you bathe and change. I'll go bathe myself and come back in a bit."
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