14 Chapter 14
◎I touched her......◎
The woman was in a bad mood, yet her affection for him suddenly increased, which she found hard to understand.
He then transferred some spiritual energy to her.
This attempt had little effect. Pei Xueyan trembled slightly, her face remained as pale as paper, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She quickly fell asleep again.
It wasn't until the next morning that her complexion finally became rosy, and her appetite improved considerably.
First, she drank a bowl of warm millet porridge, then ate a large bowl of noodles, and then went to the clothing store to pick up her newly made clothes, which she happily put on.
Jiang Qiye saw that her face was full of disbelief.
"It's done so quickly?"
She was biting into a skewer of grilled meat when she mumbled, "What do you know?"
"I don't understand. A woman's face can change in an instant. I don't really know much about it."
Pei Xueyan glanced at him with a smile: "Of course it can change whenever it wants. Men don't need to come once a month anyway."
Jiang Qiye still didn't understand: "What? Are you going to throw a tantrum?"
Pei Xueyan giggled. What a silly man!
"Can't I even throw a tantrum? If I'm unhappy, I should show it. If I'm happy, I should naturally be cheerful. Does Uncle San have to wear a stern face and act cold every day before he'll stop?"
What makes you change your expression like a child?
She covered her mouth, deliberately showing a hint of shyness, her cheeks flushed: "You are my elder, my third uncle, how can you keep pressing me about such a thing?"
Jiang Qiye wasn't really dull or slow-witted; after being reminded like that, he suddenly understood.
The woman always felt unwell for a few days each month. The past few days she had been in a bad mood and felt weak, which was probably due to this.
For some reason, he thought of something and suddenly fell silent, his eyes lowered in quiet contemplation.
Even if Chen Weian is a very generous and easygoing person, he wouldn't keep harping on such private matters. Seeing this, he stopped joking and stopped teasing him.
He naturally had no idea how painful it was for the woman to have her period. For someone who hadn't been overwhelmed with grief even after her parents' passing to be paralyzed in bed for an entire day, unable to move, must have been truly unbearable.
Jiang Qiye was unaware that she would be in pain for several more days. Before the two set off, they specially bought some food and drinks, carefully packed them into the carriage.
Pei Xueyan entered the carriage and noticed the large package. She turned around, got out, and sat down next to the driver. She asked softly, "Uncle Chang, the way you're acting doesn't seem like the way an elder would care for a junior. My father used to treat my mother with the same care and attention, and he would often channel his internal energy into her to relieve her discomfort."
"......"
They all won.
He gripped the reins, focused on driving the carriage, and after a long while, he spoke in a nonchalant tone: "I don't blame you. You haven't seen how other men treat their loved ones, so naturally you don't know that besides kinship, there are other kinds of affection in this world."
Pei Xueyan sat next to him, grinning and teasing, "Third Uncle, I've discovered you're quite good at arguing with people. I thought you were a quiet, aloof person."
Jiang Qiye is indeed not a talkative person; he mainly has nothing to say. However, when he meets someone who shares his interests, he can talk for days and nights.
When he used to practice with his fellow disciples, his cultivation style was completely different from theirs. He was not in a hurry or rush to pursue higher levels of cultivation. Because of their different goals, he rarely discussed cultivation matters with his senior brothers.
Do everything step by step.
Because of his solid foundation, he became increasingly outstanding as he grew up, and at a young age, he stood out in the sect.
The two unique skills, "Spirit Feather" and "Penetrating the Illusionary Realm," are abilities that he alone among the disciples of his generation in the entire Qingzong Sect can fully master.
Thinking back to my first time venturing into the illusion, I unexpectedly encountered Pei Xueyan, this female demon. Fate is truly wondrous.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion, and his tone softened considerably: "You are my niece, so naturally I have to tell you some things; if it were someone else, I would remain silent and not utter a single word."
No matter how many times he mentioned the term "Third Uncle," Pei Xueyan pretended not to hear it.
When a young girl is at her most vulnerable and downcast, she is rescued by a handsome man who unconditionally protects her. Unless the man has ulterior motives, it would be hard for her not to be moved.
She was naturally unaware of Jiang Qiye's true intentions, and simply let her feelings subtly shift in her heart, uncontrollably turning towards romantic love.
Especially when there was physical contact with him, he did not have the slightest thought of resistance.
So, is he treating her like this because he wants to marry her?
Thinking of all this, Pei Xueyan blushed immediately. This time, it wasn't an act; it was genuine embarrassment.
Her period, which had just ended, seemed to surge back suddenly, but it didn't feel familiar. This strange feeling was something she had never experienced in the past ten years.
Jiang Qiye was still immersed in the "uncle and nephew" relationship, so he couldn't guess why she blushed and hurriedly hid in the carriage. He assumed that she was feeling unwell again, so he quickly slowed down the carriage to make it run more smoothly.
The group headed southeast, and the streams and rivers along the way gradually increased.
By midday, even sitting inside the carriage, one could feel the oppressive heat, and beads of sweat unconsciously appeared on one's forehead.
The girl, who had been blushing and anxious for several hours, finally lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out.
I heard the cicadas chirping so early.
"Third Uncle, I'm hot." Pei Xueyan raised her hand to fan herself, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish complaint.
Jiang Qiye possessed martial arts skills, which allowed him to cool himself and dispel heat. At this moment, he felt no heat at all. Only the warmth of the sunlight shining down on his head made him truly realize that it was early summer.
He turned to look at Pei Xueyan and saw that her cheeks were flushed and her temples were covered with fine beads of sweat. He took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her: "Wipe it off."
Pei Xueyan had lived in seclusion since childhood and had never received such meticulous care. When her fingers touched the smooth silk handkerchief, her heart was stirred and she became increasingly uneasy.
Jiang Qiye drove the carriage towards a shady spot ahead. There happened to be a babbling brook not far away. He reined in the horse and said, "Go wash your face first and cool down."
Pei Xueyan secretly tucked the handkerchief into her sleeve, but deliberately tiptoed closer, teasing him with a smile in her eyes: "Third Uncle, you weren't peeking, were you?"
"I told you to wash your face, not to take off your clothes and shower."
Pei Xueyan looked up at the sun; it was the hottest time of day, and even the stream water was lukewarm.
My mother and father used to go to the mountain streams and hot springs to cleanse themselves, so why can't she?
So, are they considered to be taking a bath as a married couple now?
Thinking of this, Pei Xueyan felt another strange warm current flow through her body, and her ears became hot.
Jiang Qiye looked at her and reminded her, "You're not menstruating, so how can you wash? If you're going to wash, wait two or three days until you're clean before cleansing yourself."
"You know this too?" Pei Xueyan asked in surprise, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Of course I know, I used to..."
"In the past what?" Pei Xueyan blurted out. "You mean in the past what? Do you...do you have someone you like? Or...are you already married?"
She didn't dare to continue.
Why didn't I think of this?
Jiang Qiye is not young, and has long passed the age for marriage. He may already be married.
Could it be... could it be that he wants me to be his concubine?
Jiang Qiye didn't think much of it and casually made up a story from his previous life: "I was not married, but I had a beloved person who died for me."
"What?" Pei Xueyan's heart pounded, and she bombarded her with questions: "You have someone you love? You're lying, right? Where does she live? What's her name?"
"Xue Lian, a girl from the Xue family of Rucheng, was seventeen years old at the time. She was as beautiful as an angel and had outstanding literary talent."
Jiang Qiye's tone was calm, yet it was like a dull knife, slowly cutting into Pei Xueyan's heart.
"How could you say that... I didn't ask you to describe what she looks like, don't say it, I don't want to hear it!"
She didn't want to hear him praise another woman so earnestly, and she didn't want to admit that the girl named "Xue Lian" might be more pleasing to him than she was.
Jiang Qiye saw that her eyes were red and she looked aggrieved, so he smiled faintly.
This is indeed a strange and funny thing.
Pei Xueyan turned around and walked to the stream, scooping up water and splashing it on her face.
As she washed her face and neck, her thoughts were in turmoil. She was annoyed by his age, annoyed by his lack of interest, and even more afraid that he truly had no intention of pursuing her, that he didn't care about her, and that he would abandon her afterward.
For the next few days, Pei Xueyan lost her usual liveliness and often sighed.
Her heart was so captivated that she would get up at night to watch Jiang Qi meditate for an hour or two.
He was so obsessed with practicing martial arts and had a cold personality, so how could he like a girl named "Xue Lian"?
Could it be that they're deliberately trying to fool me?
Before she knew it, she could hear the bells outside Suzhou, but Pei Xueyan felt no excitement whatsoever, and couldn't even muster the anticipation she used to have.
I just can't muster any interest.
However, Chen Wei'an is not the type to keep his thoughts to himself. His parents are both generous, chivalrous men who love to drink, and they don't have much scheming behind their backs.
A woman's intuition is always sharp. These days she's been throwing a tantrum, hanging her head and refusing to eat, but this man has never uttered a word of reproach. He always warms up the food and brings it to her again and again.
Extremely patient.
She knew he must like her.
The Misty Rain Pavilion Inn was luxuriously decorated, and Pei Xueyan was seeing for the first time that such extravagance could exist in the world.
Jiang Qiye paid the money without even blinking.
Wow, they're really rich.
Unexpectedly, he booked two rooms this time.
She stood by the counter, her voice soft and tinged with uncertainty: "Third Uncle, did I make you angry?"
Jiang Qiye took the room card from the waiter and said calmly, "Suzhou is a large city with many soldiers, so it's very safe. I want to get some rest tonight."
Is he finally going to sleep?
Pei Xueyan bit her lip and said softly, "Third Uncle, these past few nights when we rest, you sit while I lie down. Tonight, you should rest, so you should lie down and rest while I sit and watch over you... Besides, I always feel uneasy, as if the enemies who harmed my parents haven't been killed yet. I'm worried about being killed if I live alone. Wouldn't it be a waste of your efforts to save me?"
She really underestimated him.
Jiang Qiye knew exactly what she was thinking, and deliberately asked, "Do you want to share a room with me?"
The voice was a bit loud, and Pei Xueyan hurriedly lowered her head, her cheeks burning as she explained, "I... I just wanted to be filial to Uncle San, afraid that you would need someone to take care of you at night."
Why was she so aggressive and unruly for the first few days, and then suddenly became so shy and reserved?
He didn't return one of the room signs, but took both and went straight to the second floor.
Pei Xueyan immediately followed, whispering, "Third Uncle, are you asking me to beg you?"
Jiang Qiye walked ahead, a smile unconsciously spreading across her face that she wouldn't see, her tone becoming lighter: "Go ahead and beg."
"You really want me to beg?"
He opened the door, turned around and looked at her: "Please."
Pei Xueyan gritted her teeth, followed him into the room, and gently closed the door.
She was no longer as playful and teasing as before; her chest rose and fell slightly, as if she had made a great decision.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, she suddenly grabbed Jiang Qiye's hand and pressed it against her chest.
That soft, fleshy mass looked especially full and distinct under the thin summer clothes.
Jiang Qiye was completely unprepared for this sudden action, caught off guard, his heart pounded wildly, and he was so shocked that he couldn't express it.
He didn't react for a moment, and his index finger even twitched involuntarily. The delicate and warm touch instantly spread throughout his body, and his breathing became disordered.
That feeling is indescribable.
He quickly withdrew his hand, stammering, his voice filled with panic: "You...you...do you know anything about ethics and morality? Do you know what moral shame is?"
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