Chapter 26 Yu Xianxiang's husband forbids others from approaching, yet he allows me to…
Isn't he the most calm and composed person?
As Cui Yiluo thought about it, she reached out and touched the man's waist and abdomen, pressing her soft body against him.
"My husband."
The abdominal muscles beneath her instantly tensed, and Cui Yiluo's hands gently caressed the contours, her fingers moving so smoothly as if lightly stroking the surface of a lake, or gently playing the strings of a zither.
The tingling sensation was the most unbearable. The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. In the dim moonlight, Cui Yiluo saw that his eyes were so dark that not a single ray of light could penetrate, and a heavy downpour seemed to be pressing down on him.
His lower abdomen had been aroused the moment she pressed against him, but he did not push her away as he had done in the past few days.
This seems to be a tacit agreement.
Cui Yiluo's smile deepened. She took his large hand and gently pressed it against her waist. Her slender fingers clasped her delicate waist, and her long arm swept across, making it seem as if they were embracing intimately. However, apart from the last time at the end when he held her in his arms with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to press her into his bones, they had never truly embraced.
The man's breathing instantly became heavy and rapid.
He should be quite familiar with this area; he always pinches it and presses it hard against his body.
Just a little higher and he would touch something soft, but he always managed to control himself precisely so as not to touch it. He seemed ashamed of this place, never touching it with his hands or lips, and even when he lost control and left red marks, they were only on his collarbone.
Cui Yiluo's breathing rose and fell, his hands stiff as a piece of hot iron that had just been forged. His once nimble and powerful fingers, which held the sword, now hung stiffly at his waist, as if he didn't know whether to touch it or not.
He always acts formally at this point, but when he truly lets loose, he's a completely different person. The scene in the bathhouse last time is still fresh in my mind.
No wonder he avoided her for so long afterward.
She pressed herself closer to him, her soft voice carrying endless ambiguity in the closed red curtains, "Husband, it's so late."
This seems like a kind of urging.
She immediately and clearly felt Jiang Yunjin's palm become burning hot.
Cui Yiluo chuckled very softly. The next moment, she felt the hand holding her waist move, with a hint of seriousness, as its fingers hooked onto her sash and slowly pulled it down.
Just as her clothes were about to come undone, a soft palm suddenly covered her large, veiny hand.
The man paused in his actions.
"Husband, it's getting late. Why don't we rest for the night?" Cui Yiluo's tone was coquettish, but her lively smile could still be faintly seen in the darkness, and her beautiful eyes shone with undisguised smugness.
She repeated what she had just said, as if Jiang Yunjin knew it was late but didn't care.
Silence fell instantly in the brocade tent. The previous intimate embrace dissipated, and even the man's heavy breathing froze.
A few breaths later, Jiang Yunjin calmed himself down and carefully tied the sash that he had almost pulled open. Then he turned his body slightly to the side towards Cui Yiluo and moved a few inches outward.
He returned to that aloof and ascetic demeanor, his profile so cold and resolute that he seemed like a gentleman who never indulged in lust and whose eyes were only filled with righteousness. But as his gaze moved downward, the aloofness turned into a burning passion.
Cui Yilu couldn't help but laugh, a sly glint in her eyes, before suddenly stepping forward and hugging him.
He turned his head to the side, his dark eyes fixed on her, as if to confirm.
Cui Yiluo hugged him tighter and said, "Husband, I'm still a little scared. Can I sleep while holding you?"
Jiang Yunjin's breath hitched.
Sure enough, he paused for a moment and put his hand down just as he was about to raise it to push her away.
His voice was hoarse and low, as if because of what had just happened: "Mm."
Cui Yiluo looked at him and felt his passion grow even stronger. She knew that he felt guilty about what had happened today because of his sense of responsibility, and that's why he tolerated her taking advantage of him.
But she still maliciously exploited his sense of propriety, gradually dismantling his calm and abstinent nature.
The next day happened to be Jiang Yunjin's day off, but the fire at Guanghua Temple the day before had caused a great uproar in the city. After a night, the rumors in Shengjing seemed to have grown wings and spread to every street and alley. In an instant, the news of divine punishment spread like wildfire.
Cui Yiluo had assumed that Jiang Yunjin would be busy with this matter, even if it wasn't for the Emperor's sake, since even she could see that this was only the beginning. But he remained remarkably calm, not even leaving the residence, and simply sat in his study all morning.
His unwavering attitude made Cui Yiluo think for a moment, and she realized that they must have planned this all along.
She had no interest in either party, nor did she have any particular likes or dislikes. However, if there were a solution, the other party would definitely be tied down. With the immediate crisis looming, he naturally wouldn't have the heart to focus on her, so she could naturally look for an opportunity in that situation.
If it weren't for the vast difference in their physical strength... a fierce glint flashed in Cui Yiluo's eyes.
But thinking that things should be peaceful for the time being, she felt a little relieved.
My gaze fell upon the clothes on the wooden frame, and I suddenly remembered the shawl that had fallen into the fire yesterday.
The clothes were all made as a set, with matching embroidery patterns and colors. Cui Yiluo took out other shawls and compared them for a long time, but couldn't find any that matched yesterday's clothes.
Moreover, the shawl was embroidered with her favorite forsythia.
Cui Yiluo didn't show it on her face, but Lilan knew that her young lady loved the clothes she wore yesterday. Without the matching shawl, it was just not perfect.
“Miss, didn’t Miss Jiang say a couple of days ago that Huaming Pavilion has received some new fabrics? Why don’t you go and take a look? Besides, this outfit of yours was made by Huaming Pavilion. Perhaps they can make another shawl just like it?”
After pondering for a moment, Cui Yiluo went to find Jiang Yunjin.
Soon after, a carriage slowly drove out of the Jiang residence.
Inside the car, Cui Yiluo glanced at the upright, impeccably dressed man beside her and smiled, "Thank you, my husband."
Jiang Yunjin responded softly, still sparing with words.
Since that day, it seems she hasn't spent much time with him in a secluded place, not even to this day.
It's not safe for her to leave the manor alone. Although that person won't have any further tricks up their sleeve in the near future, arranging for someone to lie in wait near the Jiang residence to take her life is just a matter of a word and won't take much effort.
Although she didn't tell Jiang Yunjin about the tampered tea in the meditation room yesterday, he probably knew in his heart that the fire was somewhat directed at her, and the two of them understood each other without saying a word.
On the grounds of safety, he would naturally not refuse, even if on the surface he was doing something extremely intimate, like accompanying his wife to choose clothes.
But that's only on the surface.
The carriage traveled through the wide streets of Shengjing City, shattering the bright sunlight, and stopped in front of Huaming Pavilion after a while.
Huaming Pavilion is one of the top clothing manufacturers in the capital, and Jiang Zhaoyue is a regular customer here. The manager has always dealt with high-ranking officials and nobles, and as soon as he saw the two of them enter, he immediately went up to greet them attentively.
"Lord, Madam, this way please."
The innkeeper led the way to the private room. Cui Yiluo glanced at Jiang Yunjin and couldn't help but wonder, "Husband, have you been here before?"
It wasn't surprising that the shopkeeper recognized her, since she had been there once before. However, Huaming Pavilion mainly made women's clothing, and Jiang Yunjin was only concerned with official duties, never indulging in food, drink, or entertainment. Her everyday robes were mostly light-colored with subtle patterns, simple and elegant, and she didn't have many robes compared to those of the noble young men. Why would she bother going to a clothing shop?
Jiang Yunjin did not explain, but simply said, "Yes, I came here once before."
Before Cui Yilu could ask any more questions, the innkeeper led them to a private room.
"Please wait a moment, sir and madam. I will immediately have someone bring up the materials for you to choose from."
After saying this, he led his men away, leaving only the tea-serving servant to attend to them.
The shopkeeper interrupted her, and Cui Yiluo didn't feel comfortable asking any more questions. As long as Jiang Yunjin's private affairs didn't involve her interests, she didn't need to ask any more questions.
Soon after, the shopkeeper returned with the fabric samples and embroidery patterns.
Cui Yiluo described the style of the shawl, and the shopkeeper seemed to have an exceptionally good memory. Cui Yiluo only described half of it, but he was able to describe the materials and embroidery pattern of the shawl.
Cui Yiluo was slightly taken aback. She had made this outfit more than half a month ago, yet the shopkeeper remembered it perfectly.
A few doubts flashed through her mind.
"Don't worry, Madam, it will be delivered to your residence in the next few days."
Cui Yiluo responded, then suddenly glanced at the man beside her. He was calmly drinking his tea, his gaze lowered, seemingly unconcerned about the embroidery patterns or anything else.
Cui Yiluo immediately dismissed the faint and absurd possibility that had inexplicably surfaced in her mind.
She browsed for a while, and the shopkeeper noted everything down. From beginning to end, Jiang Yunjin sat motionless, without saying a word or even glancing at anything.
He was simply fulfilling his duty to protect her safety.
Looking at his indifferent expression, and then at the brightly colored fabric in front of her, Cui Yiluo said, "Why don't I make a few robes for my husband?"
Jiang Yunjin paused for a moment, and then, as expected, refused.
"No need."
Cui Yilu smiled and said, "But I've noticed that my husband usually wears either moon white or silver gray. However, I think he looks quite handsome in his official robes as well."
The only vibrant color on his entire outfit was probably the red jade bead in the black jade bracelet. But that red jade bead was also something she had added; perhaps fearing that removing it would accidentally damage the beads, he hadn't taken it off since. Only the last two times they made love, he specifically removed the black jade bracelet.
Jiang Yunjin slightly raised his eyelashes, his gaze sweeping over the stack of fabrics without any emotion.
He suddenly spoke softly: "You prefer black?"
Cui Yiluo frowned slightly, not understanding why he suddenly asked this question. The stack of fabrics was for her to choose from, and there was no black fabric among them.
She thought for a moment, then tentatively said, "Does my husband want to have a black robe made? But black doesn't seem to suit you very well."
He had a cool and aloof temperament, like a noble gentleman as pure and upright as an orchid and cassia tree. Black was a color that made men look sharp and heroic, and sometimes even had a sinister feel to it, as if he had crawled out of hell.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yunjin's expression darkened slightly, and he slowly replied, "No."
Cui Yiluo couldn't figure out his meaning. After thinking for a while, she ordered the shopkeeper to bring up bamboo green and cloud blue fabrics. She didn't dare to choose colors that were too bright, only slightly brighter than what he used to wear.
In the end, Cui Yiluo settled on two outfits, and Jiang Yunjin didn't say anything, only giving a curt "okay." He didn't seem to care much about clothing, and even if Cui Yiluo chose them, he might not actually wear them.
After noting down the measurements, the shopkeeper hesitated for a moment: "I have already noted down the lady's measurements, but what about your husband's... how about I have someone come up and measure them?"
Upon hearing this, Cui Yiluo felt even more uneasy. Huaming Pavilion had not recorded Jiang Yunjin's measurements, so what was he doing here earlier? It couldn't have been for official business, could it?
A moment later, the servant brought up a ruler.
Through the screen, Cui Yiluo heard the servant's voice growing increasingly tense: "Sir, could you please raise your arms a little higher..."
A hint of interest flashed in Cui Yiluo's eyes. She stood up and walked around the screen. The man's handsome face was calm, and his brows were furrowed.
She reached out to take the measuring tape: "Let me do it."
The servant taking measurements felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He handed over the measuring tape and quickly ran out from behind the screen.
Once the servant left, only the two of them remained inside the screen. The screen was tall and made of solid wood, completely blocking out everything outside, and making it impossible for anyone outside to see inside. It completely surrounded the two of them.
Cui Yiluo slowly approached him, her arms passing under his ribs, and bound his lean and powerful waist and abdomen with a cloth ruler from front to back.
As the measuring tape was brought to a stop, Jiang Yunjin looked at the opposite measurement method and the hand still wrapped around his waist, his eyes darkening slightly.
Of course, this is not how you measure dimensions.
The shopkeeper and servant were still waiting outside the screen to write down the measurements. Jiang Yunjin frowned slightly and raised his hand to pull her away.
Cui Yiluo raised her smiling eyes to meet the man's deep gaze. Her lips moved a few more steps closer, and they would touch his thin lips.
She spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, her warm breath mingling with the inside of the screen, like some private and incredibly intimate connection, signifying an unusual intimacy and harmony between a man and a woman, one that no outsider could intrude upon.
"My husband forbids others from getting close, yet he allows me to do this. What does this differential treatment mean?"
Jiang Yunjin's gaze darkened completely.
Author's Note: Who's wearing black? It's so hard to guess! [doge]
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