Possession
It's Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng is back!
Overjoyed, Shen Wenqiu forgot everything else and her first reaction was to run outside to Jiang Heng.
He ran with such large movements that he even shook off the cloak he was wearing.
He was running too fast, and the snowy road was slippery. Just as he was about to reach Jiang Heng, he slipped and fell into Jiang Heng's arms.
This sudden turn of events greatly alarmed Shen Wenqiu.
He tried desperately to steady himself, but failed.
Fortunately, Jiang Heng's arm strength was truly amazing, and he easily reached out and scooped it up.
He lifted Shen Wenqiu up with one hand and scooped him into his arms.
His other hand, holding the umbrella, remained as steady as a mountain, not even shaking off the snow on the umbrella surface.
Seeing that Shen Wenqiu had regained his footing against his chest, Jiang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him with concern, and asked, "Is Qiuqiu alright?"
Shen Wenqiu quickly shook his head, thinking to himself that he had been too embarrassed just now. He didn't even dare to look up for a moment, only caring about his own embarrassment.
He thought that since things were already so awkward, he should hurry inside.
So he began to try to get out of Jiang Heng's arms.
But it didn't work.
Jiang Heng's hands held Shen Wenqiu down firmly, like iron, giving him no chance to escape.
The way they were holding him seemed to want to keep Shen Wenqiu trapped in their arms forever.
Shen Wenqiu looked up at Jiang Heng, her gaze somewhat puzzled.
Why is the Ninth Prince holding him so tightly?
"Your Highness, I am alright now, you may let go." Shen Wenqiu hesitated for a moment before speaking.
The implication of saying this was, of course, to urge Jiang Heng to let go quickly, otherwise it would be extremely strange for the two of them to be pulling and tugging at each other like this.
Besides, Aunt Qin is still inside. She's already prone to worry and anxiety; what if she sees this scene and starts to overthink?
Wouldn't they then chase after him and ask if he and the Ninth Prince were gay?
However, after hearing Shen Wenqiu's words, Jiang Heng showed no intention of releasing him.
He held Shen Wenqiu tightly in his arms, inhaling the fragrance of his hair, seemingly somewhat immersed in it.
Having no other option, Shen Wenqiu changed the subject, hoping to slip away when Jiang Heng relaxed.
He stopped talking about loosening or not, and only asked Jiang Heng how his trip went.
"Your Highness, how did your trip south go? Did you encounter any difficulties?" Shen Wenqiu remained motionless, still held in Jiang Heng's arms, looking up at him with concern for his mission.
When Jiang Heng heard Shen Wenqiu speak with concern for him, he felt a warm current flow through his heart.
very nice.
It was his Qiuqiu who cared about him.
Jiang Heng looked at Shen Wenqiu's unfathomable eyes.
He remained silent for a moment, pressing his tongue against his teeth, forcing himself to suppress his agitated emotions.
He then answered with a smile.
"Well done, no obstacles, everything went very smoothly." Jiang Heng didn't go into details; there were many twists and turns involved, and he didn't want Shen Wenqiu to know too much.
As Jiang Heng spoke, his gaze softened, and looking into Shen Wenqiu's concerned eyes, he felt even happier.
Shen Wenqiu nodded upon hearing this.
Everything going smoothly is the best outcome.
I wonder if what Jiang Heng said about things going smoothly might actually be something else entirely, and that he lied simply to avoid worrying Shen Wenqiu.
The saying goes that one should only report good news to one's family and not bad news. Although Jiang Heng has a father, it's like he doesn't have one. However, the person he is really close to is Shen Wenqiu.
It's understandable that he only reports good news and not bad news.
Thinking about it this way, Shen Wenqiu couldn't help but feel worried again. He stared at Jiang Heng and asked, "Really? Your Highness, was everything really smooth sailing this time? Or are you just saying this to comfort me?"
Jiang Heng hadn't expected Shen Wenqiu to have such a misunderstanding.
He smiled and shook his head, lowered his voice, and stroked Shen Wenqiu's head, saying, "How could I lie to you, Qiuqiu?"
That tone, that gesture.
This left Shen Wenqiu frozen in place, unsure how to react. He quickly lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Jiang Heng.
Such tone and actions feel a bit too ambiguous.
Shen Wenqiu thought to himself with a sense of unease.
But then Shen Wenqiu changed her mind again.
Actually, this is just Jiang Heng expressing his closeness, isn't it?
Just now I was thinking that Jiang Heng was only somewhat familiar with Shen Wenqiu.
So it's possible that after being away for a while, I felt closer to him and there was no sense of distance between us when I came back.
Shen Wenqiu rationalized everything that seemed illogical in her mind, convincing herself to believe it.
Then, he nodded stiffly, looked at Jiang Heng, and said, "What did His Highness say when he went to the palace to report to the Emperor about the disaster relief in the south? Did the Emperor reward His Highness?"
Jiang Heng did not answer immediately. He simply squinted at Shen Wenqiu and raised his hand to brush away the snow that had fallen on the other's face.
Inappropriate.
A thought suddenly occurred to Jiang Heng.
He thought, his Qiuqiu is really beautiful.
This idea had nothing to do with any of the topics we had just discussed.
It just appeared in Jiang Heng's mind without any reason.
Jiang Heng was probably happy because Shen Wenqiu cared about her, and when she looked at him, the dark thoughts in her heart couldn't help but surface.
"Your Highness?" Shen Wenqiu looked puzzled when Jiang Heng did not answer for a long time, and called out to him softly.
Jiang Heng snapped out of his daze, smiled, and hugged Shen Wenqiu tighter.
He said, "I was lost in thought just now."
Shen Wenqiu felt that something was wrong.
Why hold him tight when you're distracted?
Something's not right.
Something really doesn't feel right.
Fortunately, Jiang Heng finally came to his senses and answered Shen Wenqiu's question, "Father Emperor has rewarded me."
Upon hearing this, Shen Wenqiu was also happy for Jiang Heng.
Although the emperor is a terrible person, he is not a father at all.
However, within the royal family, having the emperor's approval is still better than not having it at all.
that is.
Before Shen Wenqiu could even feel happy for a moment, she heard Jiang Heng mention the Emperor's suspicions.
Shen Wenqiu's face darkened, thinking to himself, "Is this emperor sick?"
Jiang Heng had only recently come from Yaoyue Palace. He got this job because the Emperor was wary of the other princes, and the princes were wary of each other, not wanting the other to benefit.
That's why Jiang Heng, that unlucky guy, had to clean up Jiang Yunyan's mess.
Unexpectedly, after the matter was settled, they started to dislike Jiang Heng.
What can this poor little thing who just left Yaoyue Palace do? Where would he get the ability to form cliques and threaten the Crown Prince's position?
Only someone with a screw loose would suspect this.
Shen Wenqiu felt indignant for Jiang Heng in her heart, but she couldn't say anything too harsh. She only said, "How can the Emperor be so suspicious of you? It's really disheartening."
Jiang Heng sneered, shook his head, and looked at Shen Wenqiu with a gaze full of possessiveness.
He said, "It doesn't matter, these people are insignificant."
Shen Wenqiu was taken aback, assuming that Jiang Heng was open-minded, and was about to nod and speak.
But then Jiang Heng added a sentence.
"As long as Qiuqiu doesn't doubt me, as long as Qiuqiu stands by my side, that's good."
As Jiang Heng spoke, he took Shen Wenqiu's hand, pressed it against his face, stared at him with deep eyes, and said, "Qiuqiu, I was so touched by how much you cared about me just now."
Shen Wenqiu stood there, stunned.
He stared at Jiang Heng in a daze, momentarily forgetting to break free.
The Jiang Heng in front of me was strange; the strangeness made me want to run away.
But whenever Shen Wenqiu thought that the person in front of her was Jiang Heng, the innocent Jiang Heng who had been tormented for more than ten years, she felt a pang of sadness.
He couldn't bring himself to push the other person away.
not to mention.
Jiang Heng was pleased that he relied on Shen Wenqiu in this way.
They were like people warming each other in the snow, leaning on each other and relying on one another.
Jiang Heng was even more delighted to see that Shen Wenqiu did not push him away.
Therefore, his gaze toward Shen Wenqiu unconsciously became tinged with desire, and the hand on Shen Wenqiu's waist tightened even more.
If it weren't for the thick winter clothes separating them, they would be skin to skin by now.
Just as Jiang Heng's lips parted slightly, about to speak...
Aunt Qin, who had been waiting for Shen Wenqiu to return, came out and saw Jiang Heng return. She smiled kindly and said, "Your Highness is back? Come inside quickly, it's cold outside."
As Aunt Qin spoke, she saw the cloak that had fallen to the ground, picked it up, patted it off, and looked helplessly at Shen Wenqiu.
She said, "How can you be so forgetful? It's so cold outside."
Shen Wenqiu quickly broke free from Jiang Heng's embrace. This time, Jiang Heng did not stop him, and he successfully escaped her control. He stood obediently to the side and smiled at Aunt Qin, saying, "Mother, we're coming."
With that, Shen Wenqiu turned to Jiang Heng and said, "Your Highness, let's go inside."
Before Jiang Heng could make a move, Aunt Qin said with a smile, "Your Highness, please come in and have your New Year's Eve dinner. Wen Qiu from our household has been waiting for you."
Jiang Heng knew that Shen Wenqiu had been waiting for him, but knowing this was different from hearing it from someone else's mouth.
He felt as if something had scratched his heart, and he immediately looked at Shen Wenqiu, pressing his tongue against his teeth.
He forced himself to calm down and suppressed the urge to pull Shen Wenqiu into his arms again.
So, Jiang Heng suppressed his emotions, put on a gentle and obedient smile, and said, "Okay, let's go in together."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Heng reached out, grasped Shen Wenqiu's hand, and led him into the house.
Just as Aunt Qin said, a New Year's Eve dinner was prepared inside the house.
It had just been heated up, and it was still warm when Jiang Heng arrived.
Jiang Heng sat down, about to speak, when he heard Shen Wenqiu and Aunt Qin's stomachs rumble.
He felt a warmth in his heart; these two had gone hungry themselves in order to wait for him to have New Year's Eve dinner.
The word "home".
In an instant, the image resurfaced in Jiang Heng's mind.
He pondered the word over and over in his mind.
Chewing it felt like having a warm stove placed in my heart.
Happy.
He was especially happy.
Jiang Heng looked up at the food on the table and smiled.
Aunt Qin watched Jiang Heng eat cautiously. Seeing that he didn't show any dislike for the food, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don't know what Your Highness likes to eat. I asked the servants in the manor, but none of them knew either. I can only ask the cook to make a variety of dishes so that Your Highness won't go hungry if he encounters something he doesn't like."
Shen Wenqiu was also somewhat worried about this issue. He looked at Jiang Heng carefully and asked, "How is Your Highness's meal?"
Jiang Heng smiled, his gaze lingering on Shen Wenqiu's face, and said, "I really like the food that Qiuqiu and her mother prepared."
Seeing that Jiang Heng liked it, Shen Wenqiu and Aunt Qin were both quite pleased.
Since it was New Year's Eve dinner, the three of them avoided mentioning anything unlucky and only talked about happy things.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious and pleasant, making everyone feel very comfortable.
Looking at the heartwarming scene before him, Jiang Heng couldn't help but think.
It would be great if we could live with them forever.
Since Shen Wenqiu, Jiang Heng, and Aunt Qin were not fond of crowds, they had no intention of going out even though the curfew was lifted in the capital during the New Year.
In addition, Shen Wenqiu will be taking the imperial examination after the autumn harvest, so he needs to go to bed early and get up early.
So after the New Year's Eve dinner, the three of them took a walk together before going back to their rooms to rest.
Shen Wenqiu was initially worried, feeling that it was not appropriate to have Jiang Heng sleep in the side courtyard while he, as the study companion, stayed in the main courtyard.
Finally, Jiang Heng shut him down with the statement that Qiuqiu was the true owner of the house.
Seeing that Jiang Heng didn't mind, Shen Wenqiu didn't refuse anymore. She went back to her room, tidied herself up, blew out the lamp, and fell into a deep sleep.
late at night.
The window in Shen Wenqiu's room was opened from the outside.
Jiang Heng turned over and went into the room, looking at Shen Wenqiu, who was fast asleep on the bed, by the moonlight.
He walked step by step toward Shen Wenqiu, knelt on one knee by the bed, and looked down at Shen Wenqiu carefully on the bed.
Jiang Heng's gaze gradually turned greedy, and he couldn't help but take Shen Wenqiu's hand in his.
Perhaps it was possessiveness at play, or perhaps the desires in his heart were like a demon binding him.
He grabbed Shen Wenqiu's hand and pressed it against his face, greedily inhaling its scent.
Jiang Heng closed his eyes tightly.
I opened my eyes once again in the darkness.
His possessiveness intensified as he stared intently at Shen Wenqiu, forcefully suppressing the deep-seated desire to take her away.
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