Chapter 522 Spoiled and Willful Wife VS Cowardly and Fearful Husband 14
Jiang Zhiyi poked the account book on the table hard with her fingertip, leaving a small dent in the Xuan paper.
She continued, "All you do all day is stare at the ledgers and use the abacus. You can't even tell the difference between sincerity and pretense. What right do you have to talk about him? You're not allowed to say anything bad about Brother Chengce again, or you'll regret it!"
Seeing her repeatedly calling him "Brother Chengce" and saying she wouldn't marry him but would marry someone else, Junyu became even more annoyed.
The wind outside the window blew withered leaves against the carved window frame, making a harsh scraping sound. Inside the room, the strong scent of ambergris mixed with the smell of ink made it hard to breathe.
"What kind of person do you think the First Prince is?" Jun Yu's hoarse voice held a hint of anger, and his hand on the table tightened involuntarily. "He is currently caught in a vortex of power struggles, and every move he makes is calculated. The military pay for the northern frontier has been delayed, do you think it's because the Ministry of Revenue is dragging its feet? It's just that he's using this opportunity to put pressure on the border generals!"
"What makes you say that about him!" Jiang Zhiyi raised her head, indignant. She grabbed the wolf-hair brush on the table, the tip almost poking Jun Yu's chest. "Brother Chengce sets up soup kitchens on the street to relieve disaster victims, and he opens granaries to distribute food during famine years... Half a year ago, when he was distributing soup in the east of the city, I saw him feeding medicine to an old woman with my own eyes!"
Her almond-shaped eyes widened, glistening with tears. "How could he be as bad as you say? You have no idea how good he is!"
"His goodness? Do you think the royal power grab is child's play?" Jun Yu suddenly stood up, his wide sleeves embroidered with cloud patterns sweeping across the table, causing the inkstone to tip over, the ink spreading like a winding black snake across the rice paper. "Then do you know that the food in those soup kitchens was intercepted from the military supplies that were supposed to be transported to the northern frontier? And how many of those disaster victims were hired by him to put on an act?"
His voice was harsh, but he couldn't hide the sarcasm in it: "Those superficial acts of kindness are nothing more than his means of winning people's hearts."
Jiang Zhiyi took a half step back, grabbed half a roll of account books from the table, and slammed it to the ground. "I won't listen! Even if he's scheming, he wouldn't scheme against me!"
She tilted her chin up, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, looking like a kitten with its fur standing on end, stubborn to the point of naivety.
In short, in my heart, you can't compare to him!
Jiang Zhiyi decided to go back, not wanting to stay here with him.
Before leaving, however, she went straight to the two rows of nanmu bookshelves in the corner, her movements somewhat defiant and rough, and grabbed a bunch of storybooks into her arms.
She wanted to take it back and read it while lying on the couch.
"Hmph!" Jiang Zhiyi snorted heavily, not even sparing him a glance.
The stack of storybooks in her arms was so high that it almost blocked her view, but she still stubbornly straightened her back and walked quickly towards the door in her embroidered shoes.
As she crossed the threshold, the top volume of the storybook nearly slipped off. She hurriedly used her chin to brace it, looking somewhat disheveled, but still refused to stop.
Jun Yu watched Jiang Zhiyi's indignant back, finally shook his head helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh.
He couldn't do anything about her.
She's already married, but she's still like a little child.
Suddenly, she remembered how confidently she had said, "Brother Chengce wouldn't scheme against me..."
If she really did marry into the royal family and become a prince's consort...
With her headstrong, willful, and spoiled nature, she probably won't live more than a few days before being devoured, leaving not even bones behind.
Fortunately, I married him now, otherwise I would have regretted it too late.
...
Midnight (11 PM - 1 AM).
After Jun Yu finished settling all the accounts, he slowly returned to his bedroom.
As I pushed open the door, a familiar fragrance wafted from inside the gauze curtains.
On the bed, Jiang Zhiyi curled up into a small ball, her long, dark hair spread out on the red pillowcase.
A storybook lay askew beside her pillow, its pages creased from being pressed together; she had no idea which page she had turned to before falling asleep.
Jun Yu looked at her deliberately occupying most of the bed, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out to untie the jade pendant at his waist, his voice unconsciously softening: "Sleep a little deeper."
Jiang Zhiyi's eyelashes trembled slightly as she buried her face deeper into the blankets and deliberately moved her body closer to the edge of the bed, completely ignoring his words.
She's doing this on purpose; he'd better not come up to sleep tonight, she won't leave him a spot.
A sandalwood couch is right by the window; with a thick mattress, you can make do for the night.
The gauze curtains swayed gently.
Jun Yu casually took off his outer robe and draped it over the screen, revealing a moon-white inner garment embroidered with cloud patterns.
The footsteps Jiang Zhiyi had anticipated did not disappear; instead, they were accompanied by the creaking sound of the bed sinking, bringing with them a familiar body temperature.
Junyu lay down on his side, and half of his body pressed heavily against him.
Because there was only a small portion of the bed left, she was completely enveloped in his arms.
Jiang Zhiyi suddenly rolled over, her nose almost hitting his face. "What are you doing?"
Her tone was one of annoyance at being disturbed, but she couldn't hide the blush rising on the tips of her ears.
“You forced me to do this…” Jun Yu hooked a strand of her hair with his finger, circled it between his fingers and then let go, his breath brushing against her rosy cheeks.
He looked at Jiang Zhiyi's almond-shaped eyes, which were wide with anger, and recalled how she had defended the eldest prince earlier. A wave of emotion surged in his heart, and he deliberately tightened his grip on her hand.
Jiang Zhiyi struggled with her hands and feet, kicking wildly at his calves.
Her nightgown was torn askew, revealing half of her slender, fair waist.
"Let go! I won't let you sleep here!" Her hand pounded on his chest, but only received a tighter restraint in return.
Junyu suddenly leaned in, his hot breath brushing against her reddened earlobe. "If you keep acting like this, I'll take you tonight."
His deliberately lowered voice was somewhat hoarse, like a bowstring stretched to its limit.
The person in his arms froze instantly, even breathing very softly.
Jiang Zhiyi could clearly feel the warmth of his palm through her nightgown; his hand was firmly encircling her waist.
Through the thin silk fabric, the point where their skin touched seemed to ignite with flames, making her feel hot all over.
Outside, the deep sound of the night watchman's drum drifted in; it was already very late...
The quiet of the night is indeed a good time to do things that cannot be done or are inconvenient to do during the day.
Jiang Zhiyi knew that Jun Yu was not joking.
They had been married for several days, and by all accounts, they should have consummated their marriage long ago.
However, neither of them mentioned it.
Memories of dawn suddenly flooded back... Every time she woke up in a daze, she found herself curled up in his arms.
On several occasions, she could even feel his burning heat pressed against her back, so intense that she almost jumped off the bed.
She knew what it was...
Now that Jun Yu has said this, Jiang Zhiyi doesn't dare to provoke him anymore.
She could only bite her lower lip and move reluctantly towards the wall, pulling the storybook from her pillow and placing it between the two of them.
"You're not allowed to come over, just sleep like this!" She had her back to him, her voice muffled by the blankets.
Junyu looked at her tense back and reached out to smooth her loose hair.
His voice was deep, tinged with a hint of helplessness and teasing: "You should be saying this to yourself. Of course I won't move around, but some people always seem to deliberately try to snuggle into my arms."
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