Chapter 048

Zhan Yue's words obviously stunned Jia Shan. She took a deep breath, and the astonishment on her face had not yet disappeared. As her eyes moved, Jia Shan's expression was momentarily absent-minded.

Zhan Yue lowered his head, his delicate features long and clear. Seeing that Jia Shan did not object, he smiled and said, "No one will be on guard tonight. If you have any problems at night, call me."

Jiashan's pupils shrank slightly, and she looked at Zhan Yue carefully in silence.

But Zhan Yue took out a white silk wedding handkerchief from a small box that had been placed in the room. There seemed to be red marks dotted on the handkerchief.

After Zhan Yue spread it on the bed, Jiashan realized what that thing was, and a red cloud suddenly rose on his cheeks.

Zhan Yue was also a little embarrassed. He rubbed his nose, coughed lightly, and said, "I asked my uncle to do this. If there is no bleeding on the wedding night, people will gossip about it."

His tone was gentle, and he didn't sound like he was deliberately not wanting to spend the wedding night with her. Jiashan suddenly felt a little suspicious.

She raised her eyes and asked in embarrassment, "Why did my uncle get involved?"

Zhan Yue hummed softly, his lips moving slightly: "I have no experience, so I went to ask my uncle for advice."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Jiashan would worry, he readily added, "Don't worry, my uncle won't tell anyone else. No other person will know what happened tonight."

Don't worry, what kind of worry does she have?

The red cloud on Jiashan's face had not yet dissipated. She pursed her lips slightly, her eyes were raised, and her eyes were bright and dark. She stared at him blankly.

Zhan Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, because he had just taken a shower, and the ends of his hair were still a little wet. The faint smell of alcohol on his body before was now gone.

He held the cup of tea in his hand, took a sip, and then asked, "Are you afraid of sleeping alone? I'll stay with you for a while, and then I'll go to the compartment. I have to get up and recognize my relatives tomorrow morning."

His eyes were never on Jiashan, but were either looking at the sky, the ground, or the curtains on the bed. Zhan Yue opened his thin lips and said, "Do you need me to introduce you to the rules of the mansion? Or introduce the person you are going to recognize tomorrow?"

Jiashan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly reached out, trying to turn Zhan Yue's face. His sight was exposed in an instant, and the two of them soon and inevitably looked at each other.

Jiashan still had one hand on the line of his chin. She tapped the table lightly with the knuckles of her index finger and looked at Zhan Yue deeply.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and said calmly, "You are very strange, Zhan Yanqing."

"I don't like this feeling."

The two of them sat close together, and Jiashan's breath almost sprayed warmly on Zhan Yue's face. Her fingers were warm, and her fingertips were also delicate and soft.

Through her wide sleeves, her fingertips seemed to accidentally brush Zhan Yue's cheek. Jia Shan's eyes were filled with clear water, and she said, "On our wedding night, if you sleep in the separate room, you must give me a suitable reason."

"I think Mr. Zhan..." Jiashan held her chin in her hand, her voice low, "doesn't look like the kind of person who would betray his conscience."

Zhan Yue's face was white, with only the tips of his ears slightly red, but that red was so light that it was hardly noticeable. When he was gentle, his beautiful peach blossom eyes would almost bend even when he wasn't smiling.

Zhan Yue's face was tense, he tilted his eyes slightly, and carefully "pulled" off Jiashan's slender finger bones that were placed on his face.

He was silent for a long time, his eyelashes drooping slightly as he said, "Princess, you may not remember what you said one night."

Jiashan looked at Zhan Yue and answered directly: "Please tell me clearly."

Zhan Yue's palm was still tightly grasping Jia Shan's knuckles, and there were some warm beads of sweat on his palm, as if he was reluctant to let Jia Shan go so easily. He stroked the back of Jia Shan's hand carefully before loosening his grip a little.

His eyes were clear, and his emotions, which had always been as strong as a copper wall and an iron wall, revealed some tenderness and fatigue without any expression.

He looked at the part of Jiashan's white skin that was exposed and said calmly, "The princess once said that in the short term, she might not be able to bear children for me, and asked me if I could accept that."

Zhan Yue avoided Jiashan's sight again. His tone was slow and dry: "My answer is yes."

Jiashan was stunned. He didn't expect it was because of this sentence.

So, from that time on, Zhan Yue thought that she was unwilling to consummate the marriage with him. Even so, he still married her without hesitation?

She moved her lips, but no sound came out.

Jiashan closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. After a moment of silence, she rubbed her brow helplessly. Her face flushed, whether it was because of embarrassment or for some other reason, and it seemed as if something was pressing on her chest, swelling so much that it made her breathless.

Jiashan looked at Zhan Yue quietly, not knowing how to start talking.

Should she tell him that he had misunderstood her and take the initiative to keep him... or should she just go with the flow? Jiashan's emotions were complicated. She bit her lip lightly, lowered her head, and glanced at Zhan Yue's tall and long shadow on the ground.

His shadow always seemed to be alone, Jiashan thought in a daze.

Seeing that Jiashan stopped talking, Zhan Yue just smiled calmly. The tiny bit of hope that had just risen in his heart was dashed in an instant.

He whispered, "It's getting late. You should rest first. I'll go to the cubicle."

“Oh, and this one.”

Zhan Yue's eyes fell on the wedding veil prepared by Fu Xiao. He carefully spread the white silk on the bed and said calmly, "Don't forget it tomorrow morning."

Seeing Zhan Yue busying around, Jia Shangang couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth: "Yan Qing——"

But Zhan Yue's voice gradually approached from far away. He stretched out his voice and asked curiously, "There is also a box on your bedside. Can you let me see what's in it?"

Jiashan's mind was full of confusion. When he heard him say there was a small box, he didn't have time to think about it. He just nodded and said, "You can take a look."

Zhan Yue said: "Okay."

He carried the box to the table, intending to look at it with Jiashan.

Jiashan looked up and realized that the red box in Zhan Yue's hand looked very familiar. It seemed like the one Yuan Kang had given him?

Jiashan frowned, her lips felt dry, and just as she was about to stop him, Zhan Yue had already leisurely opened the lock and took out the paper.

"A piece of paper." Zhan Yue's thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was clear.

He flipped open the paper with his slender fingers, his tone as calm as before: "Add Astragalus, Dangshen, raspberry..."

When he said "raspberry", Zhan Yue paused. His knuckles twitched slightly, and he looked at Jiashan without blinking. After he quickly scanned the herbs written on the paper, he put the paper back into the box and stuffed it away.

Zhan Yue's eyes were dark, and with a dry mouth, he asked slowly: "This is what is written above, I don't know the rest. But raspberries are a medicine for nourishing the true yin. This is a tonic prescription——"

The expression on his face was gloomy and unclear. He stared at Jiashan with his eyes. He moved his dry lips and asked, "What kind of tonic is it?"

Jiashan was silent for a while, then she slowly raised her eyes. Zhan Yue's face was handsome and clean, and his dark pupils were inevitably a little sparkling at this moment, like a child waiting for candy.

Jiashan knew that once she said this, it would mean that her honor and disgrace for the rest of her life would truly be tied to this man.

Jiashan turned her head to the side, closed her eyes slightly, and said with careful enunciation: "Yes, a prescription for having a child."

"Have a child..." Zhan Yue said just two words, and his voice couldn't help but tremble. His throat moved slightly, "If you want to have a child, why ask God for it?"

This was the first time that Zhan Yue said something so blunt. He couldn't help but breathe heavily, and the words that came out of his throat were still hoarse: "Shouldn't I beg your husband?"

Jiashan's beard suddenly bit her lip, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Zhan Yue's eyes were lingering, and there was a slight blush on his white face. Zhan Yue sat quietly on the chair and stared at her. His voice was cold, but there was an indelible heat in his tone.

He raised half of his body and gently pulled open his pajamas. Zhan Yue asked intently, "Can I hug you?"

Jiashan looked at him sideways, moving his lips.

Zhan Yue had spontaneously walked to Jiashan and sat down. Just as Jiashan was about to speak, she saw Zhan Yue's arms wrapped around her waist.

Deep in his plain black eyes, there was a glittering light.

"I got it." Zhan Yue said.

Jiashan glanced at him and smiled deliberately: "It's so late, didn't you say you were going to the cubicle?"

Zhan Yue's eyes dimmed, and before Jiashan could say the next word, he suddenly stretched out his strong arm and picked Jiashan up horizontally.

Jiashan's brows were soft. She nervously lay in Zhan Yue's arms, gently stroking him, and resting her hands on Zhan Yue's chest.

Zhan Yue half lowered his head, and their eyes swirled in the air before they met. Zhan Yue's hand rested steadily on Jia Shan's waist, and the brocade dress was smooth, just like the touch of a girl's skin.

He stopped at the head of the bed and asked in a very soft voice: "What do you want from me?"

Zhan Yue looked down at Jiashan, his voice was like a deep pool of water, clear and deep. He held her waist with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, hugging her tightly.

Zhan Yue's thick eyelashes trembled slightly. He couldn't help but want to get closer to her, while trying hard to stay rational.

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly and used all his strength to restrain himself from taking her like this.

Zhan Yue pursed his lips and said, "You said in person that you couldn't give birth to a child for me in the short term, but you put the recipe for having a child by the bed."

"I said I wanted to sleep in the cubicle, but you hesitated and tried every means to keep me." Zhan Yue lowered his head, his narrow eyes were deep and unfathomable. He looked at her soft and plump lips and asked softly, "Do you want to kill me, princess?"

Jiashan instinctively wanted to say "No", but when the words came to her lips, she turned around and couldn't say them. She was drowned in Zhan Yue's eyes, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

After a while, Jiashan turned her eyes away. She bit her lip and said softly, "No."

"You have it." Zhan Yue carefully carried Jiashan to the bed and put him down.

The bright red silk curtain first slid across Jiashan's face, and then passed over Zhan Yue's head. After a gust of wind, the curtain hung quietly to the ground.

The dragon and phoenix candles on the table had slowly burned down to more than half. The light was unstable in the darkness, and the candlelight flickered, making Zhan Yue's face as white as moonlight and as red as flames.

Their eyes met, and he lowered his head slightly, and put one hand on Jiashan's face. Jiashan had a genuine oval face with almost no extra flesh on her face. His hand could easily feel her angular and smooth lines through her delicate skin.

Zhan Yue's palm was so hot that it made Jiashan shiver. She couldn't help but rub his palm.

Zhan Yue's eyes changed slightly, and his voice was so low and hoarse that it seemed to be torn apart: "Princess."

"I gave you the chance to say no." Zhan Yue's fingertips slid down, his expression gentle, and he casually opened Jiashan's collar.

Both of their bodies gradually became hot.

Zhan Yue leaned over and gently kissed Jiashan's round, white nose. Jiashan involuntarily let out a sob from his throat.

"Yanqing..."

Jiashan called him repeatedly.

This subconscious whisper was so intimate and moving that Zhan Yue no longer hesitated.

He blinked his eyelashes lightly, and seemed to have suddenly turned into a beast that had escaped from an iron cage, and instinctively grabbed at Jiashan's lips.