Chapter 29 "Yan Jiarou, what exactly do you want to do..."
For some reason, Yan Jiarou recalled the words Xiao Che had said when he gave her peonies at the Agarwood Pavilion that day, and her ears suddenly burned with embarrassment, and her gaze became guilty.
Fortunately, Princess Yonghe didn't notice anything amiss. Before Yan Jiarou could react, she immediately waved her hand and said, "I must have been out of my mind. How could it be you? Everyone in the palace knows that you and Third Brother have always been at odds. You always argue whenever you meet, and neither of you is willing to back down. How could he possibly like you?"
"The person he's least likely to like is you, and of course you don't like him either, otherwise why would I have to talk myself hoarse just to get you to come watch a polo match? Sigh, it's just a pity that I'm on good terms with both of you, and I'm caught in the middle, not pleasing either side."
Then, he continued to guess, "If it's not you, it's me. Who says only romantic love can make a man stand out? I think it can be between siblings too."
"I never expected that my third brother, who usually seems indifferent to everything, would care so much about what his brothers and sisters think of him. It seems I must praise him more next time I see him."
Yan Jiarou chuckled twice and echoed, "Yes, yes."
Because of Xiao Che's sudden and fierce attack, the match ended a short time earlier than Yonghe had expected.
Emperor Wei Yuan had several princesses, most of whose mothers were not from aristocratic families. Some of them were even princesses who were married off to foreign tribes for political reasons. Therefore, they did not have much of a concept of aristocratic families and had a good relationship with Xiao Che. Among them, Yonghe was the closest to him.
Seeing that the competition was over, Xiao Che was walking towards them with a smile. Yan Jiarou felt inexplicably nervous and subconsciously turned her head to look at Yongning.
But then she appeared, holding a cup of tea, and was smiling at Xiao Che. When she saw him looking at her, she immediately waved excitedly at him: "Third Brother, over here!"
Noticing that Yan Jiarou's gaze was on her, she turned around and glanced at her. As if she had thought of something, her eyes rolled around, and suddenly she handed the teacup in her hand to her. Yan Jiarou took it without thinking.
Yan Jiarou took it subconsciously, then realized what was happening and looked up at Yonghe in a daze: "Zhen'er, what are you doing?"
Xiao Zhen'er, with the title Yonghe.
Xiao Zhen'er smiled slyly and said, "It's rare for you to come with me to watch Third Brother's polo match today. Since you're already here, why don't you bring him some tea? Third Brother has been playing polo for half a day and sweated so much, he must be thirsty..."
"If you bring the tea to him, you can take the opportunity to mend your relationship and save me from always being caught in the middle."
Yan Jiarou opened her mouth: "I..."
In the past, she would never have agreed to this. What a joke! She and Xiao Che had never gotten along. She would be lucky if she didn't spill the tea on him. How could she possibly serve tea to her mortal enemy!
But things are different now. Ever since she contracted a strange and embarrassing illness, she has had to use Xiao Che's aura to soothe her from time to time. And recently, her threshold has been getting higher and higher, and the aura left on the jade pendant can no longer satisfy her.
She desperately needed to have more contact with Xiao Che, to absorb what she longed for from him, including but not limited to his aura. As for what else she wanted, she couldn't say for sure, she just instinctively wanted to get closer to him and feel him... This feeling was especially strong when she saw Xiao Che in person.
Her reason reminded her of their opposing relationship; she clearly loved Xiao Jue, so how could she be preoccupied with Xiao Che? Trying to touch him would only be like drinking poison to quench thirst, yet her body was frantically screaming for him.
Ultimately, willpower succumbed to bodily instincts.
She opened her mouth, but ultimately agreed: "Okay..."
The words had barely left her mouth when she was immediately tormented by guilt, remorse, and shame. She shouldn't have done this... How could she have become like this...
Once the words have been spoken, there is no going back.
Moreover, the remaining rationality only lasts for a moment before instinct takes over.
She could only comfort herself by saying that she had no romantic desires or lustful desires for Xiao Che.
Everything she did was for the purpose of curing her illness.
This illness came on strangely, and it might leave strangely as well. Who knows, one day I might wake up and suddenly be cured?
Now, all we can do is take it one step at a time.
Even Xiao Zhen'er was surprised that Yan Jiarou agreed so easily.
She thought she probably wouldn't agree. In some ways, she and her third brother were remarkably similar. Both of them were stubborn and proud, and they would never back down to each other, so they were always easily provoked.
Logically speaking, Yan Jiarou would never lower herself to serve tea and water to Xiao Che. What difference would that make from actively seeking peace and goodwill with Xiao Che?
Even if I agreed, it would probably have taken a long time to negotiate. I didn't expect it to be so easy.
Could it be because of her?
Xiao Zhen'er touched her chin, thinking that this was probably the case.
It was only because she said, "Don't put her in a difficult position," that she agreed to bring water to Xiao Che out of respect for her. Otherwise, why would she have obediently done it when she was around, instead of the previous refusal?
Tsk tsk, Yan Jiarou willingly bowed to Xiao Che for her sake, and Xiao Che made a big splash by launching a fierce attack for her sake.
I have to say, she really has a lot of influence.
Still basking in her vanity and self-satisfaction, Xiao Zhen'er failed to notice that the two people who had "willingly bowed down" and "stole the limelight" for her had completely ignored her and were slowly walking towards each other.
Xiao Che stopped in front of Yan Jiarou, his gaze sweeping over her, a faint smile playing on his lips as he casually adjusted his cuffs. He simply said, "Royal sister, what brings you to such a refined mood today?"
After asking her the question, he didn't get a response for a long time, so he looked up and looked at her again. He saw that she had her head down and a thin layer of sweat on her fair forehead. Perhaps it was the summer heat, but her cheeks were flushed. From his angle, he could see her trembling eyelashes and her tightly bitten lips, as if she was trying her best to endure something.
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow slightly, finally noticing that she was still holding a cup of tea. He smiled and said, "What? You need me for something? What's so urgent that you don't even have time to drink some water and have to bring me tea? Tell me, I'm all ears."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Jiarou suddenly reached out and handed him a teacup: "Here... for you."
Xiao Che was taken aback: "For me?"
He suddenly laughed, scrutinizing her from head to toe with a critical gaze. He leaned closer and said in a hoarse voice, "Princess Qinghe, what tricks are you playing?"
His breath brushed against her ear almost imperceptibly, and Yan Jiarou closed her eyes.
Whenever her body gets close to him, it seems to gain its own consciousness, becoming excited, clamoring, and yearning.
She suppressed a slight tremor and dizziness, looked up at him, her eyes misting over, as if she were holding a hint of grievance: "I... I saw you were sweating a lot from playing polo, so I kindly brought you some water, but you question me like this. Is this how Your Highness conducts yourself?"
Xiao Che frowned. Yan Jiarou's behavior in front of him lately had been quite abnormal.
However, he quickly smiled indifferently. Young girls are just like that, always trying to play pranks. He'd play along.
He wanted to see what she was up to.
He reached out to take her teacup and said with a light laugh, "Thank you."
Yan Jiarou pursed her lips, about to place the teacup in his palm, but then she thought, what would happen after she handed the teacup over?
Xiao Che reached out and took it. Wouldn't she then have no more excuse to contact him?
No, her body wouldn't allow it. The prolonged lack of satisfaction had made her increasingly irritable, and the accumulation of her emotions had almost reached a critical point.
She desperately wanted to feel Xiao Che's body more... to be closer to him, to absorb his breath, his warmth, and something else she didn't know but craved intensely.
So she had to do something... to give herself an excuse to touch him.
With a flick of her wrist, she deliberately splashed the tea directly onto Xiao Che's body. A large water stain quickly spread across Xiao Che's front, and his dark red clothes clung tightly to his body after being soaked in water.
Since contracting the strange illness, apart from having her sensory stimulation from Xiao Che amplified to an extreme degree, she has become extremely slow and even numb to everything else.
So she had no idea how deliberate her act of "accidentally" spilling tea on Xiao Che appeared to others.
Rather than saying it was an accidental spill on Xiao Che, it was more accurate to say that he arrogantly reached out and smashed the teacup against Xiao Che, soaking him completely.
Xiao Che: "…………"
Xiao Che was so angry he laughed.
He lowered his head and brushed the water off his clothes. His slender, fair fingers suddenly paused. He looked up and gave a half-smile: "Yan Jiarou, is this what you were planning?"
"I wondered why Princess Qinghe had suddenly changed her nature and become so kind, coming all the way to bring me water. Turns out, she was waiting for me here."
"Speaking of which, it's been a while since we last met. We've been keeping to ourselves and getting along peacefully. I don't know what I did to offend you, that you came all this way to wait for me for almost half an hour just to spill a cup of my tea?"
"I...I didn't mean to..."
Yan Jiarou looked up at him, her mind becoming increasingly unclear. She couldn't even hear what he was saying, only subconsciously replying, "I accidentally spilled your tea, so I'll just wipe it clean for you..."
As she spoke, she grabbed a handkerchief and began wiping him.
Xiao Che raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement on his lips. He had originally wanted to see what tricks she was up to, until he felt the hand wiping him gradually change its scent.
The handkerchief had become a complete cover, and the soft hand beneath it began to roam freely over his body.
It was less about wiping the water stains off him and more about using the excuse of touching his body.
Such touching and caressing easily reminded him of the time when he accidentally entered a brothel with Xiao Yan. The women swarmed around him, their hands countless, and before he could even react, they were already caressing him so wantonly.
This is a provocation and flirtation driven by lust.
It shouldn't have happened at this time, or with him and Yan Jiarou.
She didn't like him, so she shouldn't have made such a joke with him.
Even when playing pranks, there should be limits.
She would never have used this method to play pranks on people before. Who instigated her? What did that person know, and what was their purpose?
Xiao Che's face darkened instantly. He grabbed her wrist and demanded, almost interrogating her, "Yan Jiarou, what exactly do you want?"
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