Chapter 25 Jasmine Jiang Zhiyao was stunned for a moment
Yan Zhenxi has been frequently leaving the mansion lately, but no matter what, he tries his best to return around dinner time.
Every time he came back, he would bring something back for Jiang Zhiyao. The day before yesterday it was a beautiful bracelet, and yesterday it was a string of delicate bells.
Jiang Zhiyao did not go out to play today, but stayed at home to take care of some affairs. At dinner time, she waited for Yan Zhenxi as usual, but he did not appear for a long time.
A servant rushed in from outside to deliver a message, saying that Yan Zhenxi would not be returning to the mansion for dinner tonight.
"Okay." Jiang Zhiyao was a little disappointed, eating the food on the table absentmindedly.
After dinner, Jiang Zhiyao returned to her room, but found it strange that her room was now empty.
Many of the things she liked or was used to were no longer there. Jiang Zhiyao wanted to lie on the recliner, but after searching for a while, she remembered that the recliner had been moved to Yan Zhenxi's room. Even the small bouquet of grass flowers on the small table, along with the vase, had been moved along with it. The potted plants she usually took care of were also gone.
Jiang Zhiyao chuckled and left the room.
As night deepened, Jiang Zhiyao put down her embroidery and rubbed her slightly sore shoulders.
Nanzhi helped pack up the things and said, "Miss, the orphanage doesn't need anything anymore, and the monthly salary is more than enough to donate to several orphanages. Why do you still need to do embroidery?"
Jiang Zhiyao used to make a little extra money through embroidery and copying books to donate. She hasn't changed that habit, but she doesn't copy books as much anymore.
Because Jiang Zhiyao's embroidery skills were good, she gradually became more and more proficient. Her embroidery works had already been accepted by some regular shops. Although the profits were considerable, Nanzhi felt that it was not worth it at all.
Embroidery is too hard on the eyes, and Jiang Zhiyao often spends a month or even longer on a single piece of embroidery. However, the daily income of the shops that Jiang Zhiyao owns is equivalent to the money she makes from selling just one piece of embroidery.
“I don’t have much else to do anyway, and compared to those professional embroiderers, I don’t even spend a tenth of the time and effort they put into it,” Jiang Zhiyao said.
"Miss, how can you compare to those embroiderers?" Nanzhi asked, puzzled.
“What’s the difference? I’m just a little luckier than them.” Jiang Zhiyao shook her head with a light laugh. “The money I earn from embroidery always makes me feel more at ease and happier than anything else I’ve received.”
Moreover, every time Jiang Zhiyao saw the exquisite and beautiful finished product, she felt that she was a little bit amazing, but she was too embarrassed to tell Nan Zhi about it.
"Don't worry." Jiang Zhiyao knew what Nan Zhi was thinking. "I'll be careful and won't hurt myself."
Seeing that Nanzhi was about to say something, Jiang Zhiyao said softly, "Okay, Nanzhi, please massage my shoulders."
Nan Zhi was speechless. As long as Miss likes it, that's good. She put away her things, walked behind Jiang Zhiyao, and slowly started pressing.
When it was time to go to bed, Yan Zhenxi still hadn't returned.
Jiang Zhiyao sat on the couch, originally intending to wait a while, but sleepiness gradually crept in.
After some time, Yan Zhenxi came in looking travel-worn. He looked at Jiang Zhiyao, who was asleep on the small table, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Yan Zhenxi, who had been carrying a somewhat fierce aura, softened instantly. He squatted down next to Jiang Zhiyao, reached out and poked Jiang Zhiyao's slightly red cheek, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
He wanted to pick up Jiang Zhiyao and put her on the bed, but as soon as he touched her body, Jiang Zhiyao woke up.
"Zhenxi..." Perhaps because she had just woken up, her tone was a little slurred.
Hearing this, Yan Zhenxi couldn't help but kiss her: "Yes, I'm back. Let's go to bed and sleep, okay?"
"It's nothing." Jiang Zhiyao regained her senses. "Have you had dinner?"
Yan Zhenxi was silent for a few seconds. He had been too busy today and hadn't had time. "It's alright. It's okay if we don't have a meal."
"It's important. I've been having the kitchen keep it warm for you," Jiang Zhiyao said earnestly. "Wait a moment, I'll have someone bring it over now."
"Okay." Yan Zhenxi's heart softened, feeling as if she were wrapped in soft cotton, warm and cozy.
"Here, take this." Yan Zhenxi picked up the thing he had put down. "I was too busy today, so I only brought this back."
It was a small jasmine flower, now a little wilted, but still persistently emitting its pleasant fragrance.
On the way back to the manor, Yan Zhenxi smelled the fragrance of jasmine and, thinking that Jiang Zhiyao liked these flowers and plants, had the carriage stopped.
It was a cluster of vibrant wild jasmine. Yan Zhenxi picked a flower and held it between her fingers, thinking, "Ayao will definitely like it."
Jiang Zhiyao took it, sniffed it lightly, and smiled, saying, "It smells very good."
Seeing that Jiang Zhiyao liked it, Yan Zhenxi continued, "I also had someone pick one; you can keep it if you like."
"Okay." Jiang Zhiyao's eyes crinkled into a smile.
The food was brought to Yan Zhenxi by the servants; it was still hot. As Yan Zhenxi ate, his previously burning stomach felt soothed.
Previously, to save himself trouble, he would not ask anyone to prepare food for him when he came home at night, even if he had an upset stomach, and no one would try to persuade him otherwise.
Under the warm yellow light, Jiang Zhiyao and Yan Zhenxi were only an arm's length apart. She was resting her chin on her hand, watching Yan Zhenxi eat with a smile.
"Is it good?" Jiang Zhiyao asked. "This roasted pigeon is a new dish that the kitchen learned to make, but it tastes best when it's fresh out of the oven."
"Delicious." It was Yan Zhenxi's favorite flavor, but the outer skin was a bit soft, probably because it had been sitting for a while.
"Then have the kitchen make it again tomorrow."
"Okay." Yan Zhenxi's eyes were full of smiles.
The warm atmosphere and the aroma of food filled the room, dispelling fatigue.
After finishing his meal, Yan Zhenxi took a quick shower, then took off his outer clothes and went to bed.
Perhaps because she had just slept for a while, Jiang Zhiyao was not very sleepy. Yan Zhenxi looked over and saw that Jiang Zhiyao's eyes were still open.
Yan Zhenxi chuckled softly, wanting to reach out and pull Jiang Zhiyao into his arms, but as he moved, the veil over his eyes became more noticeable, as if reminding him of something. Yan Zhenxi stopped and asked, "Ayao, are you asleep?"
"No," Jiang Zhiyao answered him quickly.
Yan Zhenxi continued what he had been doing, feeling Jiang Zhiyao in his arms, and felt as if something was filling him up.
“I’ll come back earlier next time.” Yan Zhenxi nuzzled his head against Jiang Zhiyao’s head. “Ayao, you can sleep by yourself next time. You don’t have to wait until so late.”
"Okay." Jiang Zhiyao obediently agreed. She originally just wanted to wait a while, but she didn't expect to fall asleep on the table.
"Then you need to come back early, and remember to have dinner while you're out," Jiang Zhiyao earnestly instructed.
"Okay." This time it was Yan Zhenxi's turn to obediently agree.
Yan Zhenxi laughed and gently kissed Jiang Zhiyao's hair.
Because they were so close, the veil brushed against Jiang Zhiyao and made her feel a little itchy. Jiang Zhiyao shrank her neck and asked, "Zhenxi, don't you usually feel uncomfortable wearing an eye veil?"
Although the fabric used for the eye veil is very light and comfortable, it is still inconvenient.
"It's alright." Yan Zhenxi paused for a moment. "I'm used to it."
Actually, it was still a little uncomfortable, but Yan Zhenxi had gotten used to looking at Jiang Zhiyao through the veil. Moreover, the veil could better conceal the fact that Yan Zhenxi could originally see.
“You don’t have to wear it when you’re sleeping if it’s inconvenient.” Jiang Zhiyao sometimes saw Yan Zhenxi tilting his head slightly because the knot of the eye veil behind his head was digging into his skin.
Jiang Zhiyao felt that Yan Zhenxi was always carrying it, probably because he was blind and therefore a little unnatural, afraid that she would see him. She comforted Yan Zhenxi, saying, "I can't see anything at night."
Yan Zhenxi chuckled: "Okay, then Ayao, can you help me untie it?"
Yan Zhenxi thought, wait a little longer, wait a while longer, and then he will tell Jiang Zhiyao the truth about his eyes.
It wasn't just because of the Third Prince and his plans; Yan Zhenxi felt that Jiang Zhiyao was different when she was alone with him compared to when others were present.
When other people are around, Jiang Zhiyao is very dignified and reserved, rarely showing any expression of liking or disliking.
But perhaps because she knew that Yan Zhenxi couldn't see, Jiang Zhiyao always seemed more natural in front of him.
When we take a walk alone, I look around and walk more lightly. When I see a pretty flower, I pretend to be reserved and say that I want to go and pick one. After letting go of his hand, I naturally roll up my sleeves to show my forearm and run over excitedly.
When eating something that doesn't taste good, she will scrunch up her little face, making no attempt to hide her dislike. Her cute face will become all wrinkled. Then she will take a few more bites of what she likes, and once she finds it delicious, her face will relax.
When reading in the study, she would find her favorite sitting position when she got tired, no longer sitting up straight. Sometimes when Yan Zhenxi looked over, Jiang Zhiyao was curled up to the side, like a lazy little cat.
There were many, many more moments when Jiang Zhiyao relaxed, and every time she saw Yan Zhenxi, she found him incredibly cute. He didn't want to miss out on such an adorable Jiang Zhiyao.
As for his plans, he didn't want Jiang Zhiyao to get involved, fearing she would worry. Although he was now confident of victory, Yan Zhenxi still had to be extra careful when it came to Jiang Zhiyao.
He would wait a little longer, until everything had settled down, and then he would tell Jiang Zhiyao everything.
“Okay.” Jiang Zhiyao agreed, gesturing for Yan Zhenxi to turn to the side, and reached out to help him remove his eye veil.
Yan Zhenxi turned to the side following Jiang Zhiyao's movement. Jiang Zhiyao removed her veil, stood up slightly, and took it off around Yan Zhenxi's cheek.
After a long time, Jiang Zhiyao finally saw Yan Zhenxi's beautiful phoenix eyes after he turned around.
Although it was said that nothing could be seen at night, Jiang Zhiyao could still vaguely see those eyes by the moonlight, which were as beautiful as before.
With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his features originally possessed a certain sharpness, but Yan Zhenxi's gentle smile and mild temperament always made people overlook the sense of oppression hidden within them.
Even though she knew Yan Zhenxi couldn't see, Jiang Zhiyao's heart still trembled inexplicably the moment they made eye contact, as if she had been burned. Jiang Zhiyao avoided Yan Zhenxi's gaze and lay down with her eyes lowered.
Sensing Jiang Zhiyao's slight nervousness and evasiveness, Yan Zhenxi thought that it might be necessary to wait a little longer, and that she should continue to wear the veil during the day.
Yan Zhenxi hugged Jiang Zhiyao tighter and asked in a muffled voice, "Ayao, will my eyes look bad?"
“Of course not,” Jiang Zhiyao said immediately, then added in a low voice as if trying to hide something, “Although we can’t see it at night, it certainly won’t look bad.”
She wasn't lying, right? Anyway, I didn't see it very clearly...
"Really?" Yan Zhenxi asked in a low voice.
Jiang Zhiyao raised her voice slightly: "Really."
“Then let Ayao touch it.”
Jiang Zhiyao was stunned for a moment: "What?"
"Touch my eyes and see if they're ugly."
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