Jing Yan: "..."
It's already the fifth night, and there are still two days left before Yue Jiang won't see him for a long time. He should understand.
"What is it?"
Yue Jiang: "Tonight, I don't want Your Highness. I want the accountant who just married Jiang'er. I want to go to the bridal chamber with the accountant."
Jing Yan: "..."
"Jiang'er, I don't understand."
Jing Yan really didn't understand Yue Jiang's meaning. Did she expect him to go out and find an abacus and call it back to her before she would allow him to touch it?
Yue Jiang smiled gently and instructed, "Your Highness, you understand very well. The accountant saved up money for more than half a year and finally married the woman he loved. That very night, he promised his wife that he would work harder to earn money in the future so that his wife would not suffer."
"Is Your Highness incapable of making even a few promises to me?"
Jing Yan: "..."
What's the difference between this and the sweet talk from last night? Let him say it in different ways.
Seeing that Jing Yan didn't react for a long time, Yue Jiang pretended to cry and said, "Forget it, forget it, I don't want the accountant anymore. Maybe I'm just unlucky and the accountant I meet will be a heartless man."
“If the family ever goes hungry, he will sell his wife and children.”
"I don't know," Jing Yan blurted out in a moment of panic.
Yue Jiang suppressed a laugh: "I said the unfaithful accountant, but I didn't say Your Highness."
Jing Yan: "..."
Just as Jingyan was about to speak, Yuejiang silently shook the jar, reminding Jingyan.
"Your Highness, I shall begin."
Jing Yan swallowed the words he wanted to say, closed his eyes and remained silent. After a long while, Yue Jiang's scent wafted towards him, its fragrance lingering.
Jing Yan's forehead trembled slightly uncontrollably, and a lot of sweat condensed on it.
Yue Jiang wasn't helping him at all; she was making things worse. Jing Yan was filled with regret.
He slowly opened his trembling eyelids, a hint of red appearing in his eyes, his voice incoherent: "Jiang'er, you've done something naughty again."
Yue Jiang raised her long eyelashes, her face full of embarrassment, looking even more flustered than Jing Yan, and cried out in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Injustice!"
"Your Highness, I am terribly wronged. Even if I understood, I wouldn't know how to do this. If Your Highness can't bear it, please go back to bed!"
Yue Jiang raised her hand to wipe the sweat from Jing Yan's forehead. Afraid that he might not be able to hold her properly, Yue Jiang looked for an open space on the ground to jump down and go back first.
Little did she expect that as soon as she pressed down on the dressing table and leaned over, Jing Yan stretched out his arm and held her in place, his body getting closer and closer.
Just as their lips touched, and Yue Jiang was about to lose all her breath, she murmured aggrievedly, "Your Highness, how could you be here?"
Jing Yan briefly left, caressing Yue Jiang's soft lips, gazing at the glistening tears on them, already on the verge of collapse.
"Isn't this all Jiang'er's own doing!"
He exhaled softly and ran his hand through Yue Jiang's dark hair, at which point Yue Jiang leaned back under the force.
She let out a soft hum, and then couldn't stop moaning softly, sometimes low, sometimes high.
"Your Highness, why did you suddenly... become so reckless!"
Yue Jiang's voice was as soft as water, and her eyes were as unfocused as mist.
Right now, all she can rely on is the dressing table behind her and Jingyan in front of her.
But Jing Yan was fierce and ruthless, and she was like a fallen leaf floating on the river, only able to be moved by the breeze.
Suddenly, Jing Yan's voice, no longer clear and melodious, rang in her ears.
"The accountant spends all day at the counter; perhaps he'd like to try out his usual spot with his wife."
Yue Jiang was panting heavily, completely dominated by Jing Yan. She could only look up at the intricately carved beams, but the beams were so high that she saw double images.
"Your Highness is being unreasonable. You were unwilling just now, but now you've found a good taste for it, haven't you?"
Jingyan had indeed found a good taste, even better than the previous nights, as if the jar of stuff tonight was particularly effective.
The faint fragrance emanating from Yue Jiang wafted towards him, and Jing Yan felt that he could have more of her, and at this moment he wanted to care for her and ask her more.
"How about Jiang'er?"
Yue Jiang couldn't describe the specific taste anymore. This wasn't the first time she and Jing Yan had done this. In the past, Jing Yan would always spend some time with her before getting down to business.
It was all so unexpected that everything happened tonight!
She sobbed as she expressed her feelings: "The accountant is not as honest as His Highness. He actually pulled his wife to the counter on their wedding night. Humph."
"Does Jiang'er want to go back? Are you willing to leave the accountant behind?" Jing Yan chuckled softly upon hearing this, seeking Yue Jiang's opinion.
Yue Jiang wrapped her arms around Jing Yan's neck and tried to get closer to him. Even under these circumstances, she couldn't help but tease him.
"When have I ever worried about the accountant? Your Highness is all I have in my heart and eyes."
"Where is Your Highness? Where am I?"
Jing Yan: "..."
"Can I not say?"
Isn't it obvious where it is?
Yue Jiang shook her head and wept.
Jing Yanxi opened her lips, thinking about what she had said last night, and after a long while she finally mumbled, "My darling!"
"Ah, I didn't hear you," Yue Jiang tried to get Jing Yan to speak louder.
Jing Yan chuckled softly, finding it difficult to speak further, and said helplessly, "I might as well let you bite me."
After saying that, he picked up Yue Jiang and carried her to the bed.
As their intertwined figures gradually blurred, Jing Yan suddenly let out a soft hiss: "They really did bite me!"
"Would I listen to Your Highness?" Yue Jiang replied matter-of-factly.
Jing Yan: "..."
...
The next day.
As dawn broke, when Yue Jiang woke up, Jing Yan had already gotten up. Through the thin layers of gauze curtains, she could vaguely see Jing Yan's figure as he dressed and clearly hear the rustling sound of his clothes.
Yue Jiang turned to the side, gently supporting her head, and quietly observed Jing Yan's upright appearance, feeling admiration for him.
It seems that giving him too much isn't good either, as he's gotten used to it. It looks like I need to tease him a little, so that he can't help but ask me for more.
"She's awake," Jing Yan heard a noise behind him. He pulled back the curtain and saw Yue Jiang lying on her side looking at him. She looked so alluring after being tossed and turned all night.
A huge shadow suddenly loomed over her, startling Yue Jiang. Her elbow buckled and she collapsed onto the soft brocade. She clutched her chest, trying to catch her breath.
"Your Highness, you came over without even saying hello."
Jing Yan laughed: "It was clearly you who kept staring at me, and you were even mesmerized."
“When I look at Your Highness with such fascination, it means I like you. But Your Highness has never looked at me with such fascination, and you barely even glance at me. Doesn’t that mean you don’t like me?” Yue Jiang retorted.
Jing Yan's gaze suddenly fell on Yue Jiang's chest, his eyes darkening with sadness. It was that fragrance of her body that often made him lose control.
He changed the subject: "Aren't we busy with the treasures at the appraisal meeting today? Get up, I'll make the arrangements for you."
"Does Your Highness also want to leave something? Does Your Highness have something precious that I don't know about?" Yue Jiang asked in surprise, Jing Yan was quite accommodating.
She was even more eager to know what Jing Yan had hidden in his "simple" Eastern Palace before she arrived.
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