The air seemed to freeze, but Yue Jiang remained oblivious. She glanced shyly at Jing Yan and slowly nodded.
"Of course I know!"
She deliberately left things unsaid, not rushing to explain, keeping Jing Yan hanging.
Jing Yan observed this, and Yue Jiang responded naturally and casually, as if she had long been accustomed to it. Therefore, apart from feeling a little embarrassed, she showed no confusion or bewilderment about what Jing Yan had taken out.
This was the first time Jing Yan had ever seen or known about this thing, and a strange, dull, and astringent feeling rose in his heart.
"How do you know about this? Are you having a hard time in the Moon Kingdom?"
Jing Yan asked two questions in a row, his voice hoarse. He tried his best to suppress the astonishment in his eyes and not show any sign of losing his composure.
He thought it didn't matter if Yue Jiang knew about that thing; everyone has their own difficulties. Yue Jiang was able to openly admit it to him, so Jing Yan shouldn't be so petty.
The atmosphere grew even quieter, and Yue Jiang's eyes darted around, carefully observing Jing Yan's expression.
It's strange that she admitted to knowing about such a private matter, yet Jing Yan remained as calm as ever before she explained it to him.
Of course, Yue Jiang could tell that he was deliberately suppressing his emotions.
However, she could sense that although Jing Yan had many complex emotions in his heart, there was no impending rage, nor even a hint of blame. In fact, Yue Jiang noticed a touch of pity in him.
Jingyan has a really good temperament; she almost couldn't bear to tease him.
Yue Jiang couldn't help but chuckle, but pretended to be relaxed: "Your Highness, what are you thinking? What does it have to do with whether I'm doing well in Yue Kingdom or not?"
The relationship is indeed extremely important!
"Isn't that right?" Jing Yan's words were full of doubt.
Although he didn't believe the letter, Yue Jiang's behavior closely matched the description in the letter.
He convinced himself that Yue Jiang came from the Yue Kingdom, and even though she was a noblewoman from the Yue Kingdom, since she was being married off to another country, she would inevitably be taught some things as a form of protection.
But if she had been unknown in the first half of her life and had truly struggled to break free from those kept beauties to get to where she is today, how hard and difficult it must have been for her.
Jing Yan recalled what Rong Ying had told him: those who had been raised as beauties for half their lives and had survived had exceptionally cold and hard hearts.
Those who are only concerned with surviving are hard to move.
"Jiang'er, I am your husband. No matter how bad things were in Yue Kingdom, they are in the past. Trust Jing Kingdom, trust me, okay?"
Jing Yan patiently guided him, his calm eyes showing a firm and resolute expression: "Tell me!"
As Jing Yan spoke, he made eye contact with Yue Jiang with every word, as if trying to convince her of the sincerity in his words.
Yue Jiang had a strange feeling. Jing Yan's eyes seemed calm, but inside they were burning with intense heat.
The hot liquid was about to overflow, and a drop spilled out and landed on Yue Jiang's heart with a sizzling sound.
This strange phenomenon made Yue Jiang very uncomfortable. She bit her tongue and tried to calm her breathing to completely get rid of the discomfort.
She put on a charming smile again and found Jing Yan's questioning amusing.
"Your Highness, what are you saying? I don't understand at all. Although I lost my mother at a young age and my father is too busy to accompany me, I, as a princess, have never suffered such misery in the Yue Kingdom."
She couldn't reveal anything about the Moon Kingdom; she wouldn't be easily fooled!
Jing Yan remained unmoved, staring intently at Yue Jiang.
Yue Jiang reluctantly "compromised": "Alright, alright, I'll tell Your Highness." She turned her head and searched for something in the drawer behind her.
After a while, Yue Jiang touched the bottom drawer of a row of drawers, opened it, and took out an even more exquisite box.
She opened the box in front of Jing Yan and offered it to him to smell: "Your Highness, please try this box."
Jing Yan stopped asking questions, lowered his head to sniff it, and suddenly widened his eyes: "It's similar to Shang Yu's box, Jiang'er, where did you get it?"
Yue Jiang muttered, "Where else could it be? It was prepared by the nanny for me before the wedding."
She casually teased Jing Yan: "Isn't it just... an essential oil that can make me suffer less when I'm making love with Your Highness? I was planning to use it on our wedding night."
"But that night His Highness was extremely drunk and returned late at night. After he came back, he grabbed me and bullied me. How could I remember reminding His Highness to use this?"
"In the following nights, I didn't dare to bring it up and put it away. Who knew that Your Highness would take the initiative to look for it tonight? Is it out of consideration for me?"
Looking back now, Yue Jiang realizes how stupid she was. When Jing Yan asked her vaguely during the meal if it hurt, it wasn't a matter of her brain, but rather something that happened at night.
She was worried all night.
"Your Highness, are you going to use this with me tonight?" Yue Jiang asked again.
After hearing Yue Jiang's words, Jing Yan was stunned for a long time, seemingly relieved yet also regretful. He didn't know whether to believe himself or Yue Jiang.
Jing Yan stared at the essential oil in Yue Jiang's hands, and when she asked her directly, her face instantly flushed.
"Will it really reduce your suffering?"
A sly glint flashed in Yue Jiang's eyes as she asked uncertainly, "I don't know. I have such a thing, but I've never used it. Why did Your Highness suddenly prepare it?"
She slowly leaned down, gently approaching Jing Yan's ear, her lips slightly parted, and softly said, "Yes, do you want more from me?"
For the first time, the act at night is always difficult and challenging. If something is found to help, it will definitely be less painful and the pleasure will be greater. That's why Granny Ye specially prepared essential oils for her.
"I don't know," Jing Yan said nervously, clenching his fists slightly. A surge of anger rose within him.
These past two days, he's been constantly injured. Rong Ying saw this and took it upon herself to have Shang Yu make this and send it to him, also explaining in detail how to use it to Jing Yan.
If he were to see Rong Ying and Shang Yu right now, he would definitely give them a good beating himself.
“How could Your Highness not know?” Yue Jiang protested, straightening up to face Jing Yan directly, her voice tinged with frustration: “Your Highness brought the things!”
Jing Yan clenched his fist and clenched it twice. Seeing Yue Jiang's exhausted appearance, he sighed softly.
"Alright, our wedding is coming up soon. Since they say it has benefits, let's give it a try!"
As the conversation drew to a close, Jing Yan's voice grew weaker and weaker, his earlobes were so red they seemed to be dripping blood, and even his breath was scorching hot.
After he finished speaking, Yue Jiang subtly curled her lips and asked in a serious tone, "Is it so that I can help Your Highness use it?"
Before he could finish speaking, Jing Yan snatched the jar, opened it, and was about to dip his finger in when he inadvertently looked up and saw Yue Jiang staring at him expectantly.
Jing Yan realized what was happening and gave a self-deprecating smile. How could he have fallen for Yue Jiang's tricks again? He was always fooled by her innocent and naive appearance.
At this moment, Yue Jiang looked at him as if she were watching a play!
Jing Yan withdrew his hand, placed the opened jar into Yue Jiang's hand, and said in a low, hoarse voice with slightly dark eyes.
"Let Jiang'er do it. After all, she prepared before the wedding night and should know how to do it."
Yue Jiang clutched the jar of oil, hesitating and with a hint of resentment: "Your Highness is so domineering. You yourself said it should be on our wedding night, but it's already our fifth wedding night. How long is that? I've already suffered enough."
"It's not impossible for me to help, unless Your Highness agrees to do me a small favor."
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