Chapter 39 The Grand Secretary pinched Yan Zhenxi's earlobe.
"Miss!" Jiang Zhiyao had just gotten up when Nan Zhi rushed in excitedly again. "The young master is now the Grand Secretary! He just issued the imperial edict during the morning court session."
Jiang Zhiyao was a little confused. Seeing that she didn't speak, Nan Zhi repeated the news she had just heard.
"Now the whole capital is buzzing with the news that the son-in-law is the youngest prime minister in history."
Jiang Zhiyao smiled, looking quite proud.
Nanzhi continued excitedly, "The son-in-law's eyes are almost healed too! His Majesty has found a renowned doctor for him, and I heard that his eyes will be fully recovered in a while."
"Really?!" This time, Jiang Zhiyao was overjoyed. Her eyes crinkled with laughter, genuinely happy for Yan Zhenxi.
With nothing to do today, Jiang Zhiyao stayed at home, handling some affairs.
Perhaps it's because being alone makes it easy to overthink.
The initial joy upon hearing the news was now somewhat dampened. Jiang Zhiyao stared absentmindedly at the ledger in her hand.
Why didn't Yan Zhenxi tell her yesterday that her eyes were getting better?
Telling herself not to overthink it, Jiang Zhiyao continued looking at the account book in her hand.
Yan Zhenxi returned during dinner tonight.
"Things have gradually stabilized, and all the important matters have been arranged." After sitting down, Yan Zhenxi took the initiative to say to Jiang Zhiyao, "I will try my best to come back before dinner from now on."
"After things have stabilized completely in a while, I will come back after I finish my morning court session and handle my business."
"Okay." Jiang Zhiyao was pleased after hearing this and replied with a smile.
After a while, Jiang Zhiyao remembered something, but seeing that Yan Zhenxi didn't speak, she didn't say anything either.
After dinner, several officials came to Yan Zhenxi to discuss matters, and Yan Zhenxi was not free until it was almost time for bed.
Sitting on the bed, Jiang Zhiyao hesitated for a moment before asking, "Zhenxi, how are your eyes..."
Before Jiang Zhiyao could finish speaking, Yan Zhenxi said with some annoyance, "I'm sorry, I forgot, I forgot to tell Ayao."
He had truly forgotten. He was used to wearing an eye veil when he was with A-Yao, and after returning, he only thought about getting close to A-Yao and didn't think about this at all.
Moreover, Yan Zhenxi felt unusually guilty, especially when talking about his eyes, particularly to Jiang Zhiyao.
Yan Zhenxi thought, "I must make sure that doll is beautiful before giving it to Ayao."
Yan Zhenxi tried to ignore the thoughts in his heart and said seriously, "A few days ago, His Majesty found a folk doctor who was good at treating eyes. After examining me, he said that my eyes could be cured, but it would take some time, so we should take it slowly."
"That's good." Before hearing Yan Zhenxi's words, Jiang Zhiyao still felt a little unreal, but now that he told her himself, she was completely relieved. "How should it be treated?"
"Usually, acupuncture and medication are enough."
"Will it hurt?" Jiang Zhiyao was a little worried. She had thought there was no way to salvage the situation, but now that there was a way, she was overjoyed, but she was also a little afraid that the treatment method would be different from the normal one.
"By the way, can I still get massages like before during this period? Are there any acupoints that can't be massaged?" Jiang Zhiyao asked before Yan Zhenxi could answer.
"No, it won't happen," Yan Zhenxi reassured with a smile. "It's just normal treatment."
"Massage is fine, everything is normal."
"Did they say how long it would take?" Jiang Zhiyao asked again, as if remembering something.
Yan Zhenxi said gently, "There is no definite time, but it should be completely healed in a few weeks."
Hopefully, his rag doll will be ready in a few weeks.
"That's great!" Jiang Zhiyao smiled. She had thought it would take a long time, but she didn't expect it to be cured in just a few weeks.
"How are you feeling right now?" Jiang Zhiyao asked Yan Zhenxi, leaning closer.
Through a thin veil, Yan Zhenxi watched as Jiang Zhiyao slowly approached and observed him.
Perhaps because she didn't care too much, Jiang Zhiyao leaned very close, and Yan Zhenxi could clearly see her distinct, slightly upturned eyelashes.
Her fragrance and warmth wafted through the air.
The joy in Jiang Zhiyao's eyes and her earnest gaze made Yan Zhenxi's heart itch, and his breathing became a little rapid.
Jiang Zhiyao was completely oblivious, only feeling that she couldn't see anything through the veil: "Your eye veil can..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Zhiyao's face was cupped by Yan Zhenxi, who kissed her tenderly.
After lingering on her lips for a while, Yan Zhenxi finally entered her mouth, slowly stirring and rubbing against Jiang Zhiyao's tongue.
It had been so long since they had kissed that they couldn't quite control themselves until Jiang Zhiyao felt a stinging sensation on her lips, at which point she pushed Yan Zhenxi away.
"It hurts," Jiang Zhiyao said, touching her lips with a hint of accusation.
"I'll be gentler next time." Yan Zhenxi's voice was a little hoarse. After saying that, he gently touched Jiang Zhiyao's lips with his own.
The two were still embracing, and Yan Zhenxi lowered his head and leaned closer, kissing Jiang Zhiyao's neck little by little.
Jiang Zhiyao didn't speak, but her eyes were filled with tears, and she tightened her arms around Yan Zhenxi slightly.
"Mmm." Jiang Zhiyao couldn't help but let out a soft sound.
Seeing Jiang Zhiyao's beautiful brows furrow slightly involuntarily, Yan Zhenxi immediately slowed down: "A-Yao..."
"Don't stop." Jiang Zhiyao frowned and said, noticing that Yan Zhenxi had stopped moving.
Yan Zhenxi chuckled softly, "Yes, sir."
"Wait." The next second, Jiang Zhiyao grabbed Yan Zhenxi's shoulder, her body trembling slightly, tears welling in her eyes, and she gasped, "Or..."
The words were stuck in his throat.
"Mmm!" Jiang Zhiyao couldn't help but bite Yan Zhenxi's tongue before he was released. "...No, I still want to..."
"It won't be a problem, Ayao is the best." Yan Zhenxi kissed Jiang Zhiyao's slightly sweaty nose and coaxed her softly.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Zhenxi suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "My dear Yao, please call me husband..."
"My husband..."
The room finally returned to calm.
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Yan Zhenxi looked at the beads of blood on her fingers, put down the embroidery needle, and sighed.
It still hurts a little.
Yan Zhenxi suddenly thought that when A Yao first started learning embroidery, she must have often pricked herself with needles.
Ah Yao's embroidery skills are so good now, she must have started practicing when she was very young.
A sharp pain welled up in his heart. He knew that Jiang Zhiyao was still selling embroidery. Yan Zhenxi wondered, when she first started embroidering, did Ayao like embroidery as much as she does now?
After dinner, Jiang Zhiyao sat on the couch by the window in the study, embroidering as usual.
Jiang Zhiyao found it strange. Yan Zhenxi usually sat at his desk to read, but today he sat next to her after only staying at his desk for a while.
So that's how you embroider! Yan Zhenxi watched Jiang Zhiyao's technique intently out of the corner of her eye, trying to learn it.
"Zhenxi." "Zhenxi?" Jiang Zhiyao called out Yan Zhenxi twice before she came back to her senses.
"Are you daydreaming?" Jiang Zhiyao laughed. "You've been looking at this page for a long time."
"Ahem." Yan Zhenxi calmly turned to the next page. "This page is very well written. I read it for a while longer."
The tips of her ears were tinged with a very light pink.
Jiang Zhiyao was tempted by what she saw, so she put down what she was holding, turned to the side, and pinched Yan Zhenxi's ear.
"Hmm?" Yan Zhenxi tilted his head, his tone sounding somewhat puzzled.
Jiang Zhiyao explained in a serious tone, "It's chilly by the window at night, so I'm checking to see if you're cold."
"Is that so?" Yan Zhenxi's lips curled up as he leaned closer to Jiang Zhiyao. "Ayao, touch it for me again."
Jiang Zhiyao, who had been quite composed, blinked faster as Yan Zhenxi approached, but quickly regained her composure: "Okay."
Yan Zhenxi was surprised that Jiang Zhiyao would agree. He looked up at her slightly, and Jiang Zhiyao's hand, which had just reached for his ear, fell to his earlobe because of Yan Zhenxi's movement.
I instinctively pinched it; mmm, it's so soft.
It was a bit unlike Yan Zhenxi's softness; his earlobes weren't thin, but rather somewhat fleshy. Jiang Zhiyao couldn't help but rub them a few more times. When she let go, his earlobes were red, whether from being pinched or something else, she didn't know.
Seeing that Yan Zhenxi had no reaction, Jiang Zhiyao pretended to be calm and said gently, "You've touched him properly, he's not cold."
The fingers that were lowered unconsciously rubbed together a few times.
Yan Zhenxi seemed to just realize what was happening. He moved closer and whispered, "You can't get a good feel just by touching the ears. Ayao, touch other places too."
After he finished speaking, his hand groped on the small table between the two of them, as if he wanted to hold Jiang Zhiyao's hand, but perhaps because of his eyesight, he couldn't find it right away.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Jiang Zhiyao handed over her hand.
Yan Zhenxi took Jiang Zhiyao's hand, smiled, and pressed her hand against his face.
"Ah Yao, feel me again, I feel a little cold."
Jiang Zhiyao's breath caught in her throat when she saw the scene before her.
Yan Zhenxi wore a pure white veil, which made her look somewhat holy. At this moment, she took the initiative to bring her hand close to his palm and even rubbed it lightly as if she was somewhat attached to it.
Her palm was pressed completely against Yan Zhenxi's cheek, her fingers covering the veil, and her skin beneath her palm was completely exposed.
Yan Zhenxi's eye veils were always made of the finest, lightest, and softest silk, but Jiang Zhiyao felt that Yan Zhenxi's skin was even more delicate than silk.
Feeling Yan Zhenxi's breath on her skin, Jiang Zhiyao's fingers couldn't help but curl slightly, pulling down a bit of Yan Zhenxi's veil.
As if something had been disturbed, the pool water, which had been somewhat solidified and gradually enveloping her, began to flow. Jiang Zhiyao looked away and quickly removed her hand.
"It's late, I'm going to take a shower." Jiang Zhiyao got up to leave the study.
No, Jiang Zhiyao gasped for air again. Yan Zhenxi looked even more irresistible than when they were doing *that*.
The warmth of Yan Zhenxi's hand still seemed to linger on her palm, and the tingling sensation in her heart still remained. Jiang Zhiyao quickened her pace and left the study.
The door was closed somewhat hastily, and Yan Zhenxi rested her chin on her hand and chuckled softly, even her eyebrows showing a hint of pleasure.
If Yan Zhenxi hadn't had her eye veil, Jiang Zhiyao would have seen that when the seemingly gentle Yan Zhenxi was rubbing her palm, her gaze was fixed on her with intense love, possessiveness, and desire, showing no sign of weakness whatsoever.
Yan Zhenxi's undisguised laughter echoed in the study.
Ah Yao really likes herself.
Even though they've already done that kind of thing, she still feels shy just from posting pictures together.
So cute, so cute, so cute.
Yan Zhenxi could clearly see the affection and slight infatuation in Jiang Zhiyao's eyes, and recalling it made him even happier.
After savoring the moment for a while, Yan Zhenxi got up, straightened his clothes, and strode out of the study.
Go to bed and wait for Ayao.
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