Chapter 45 Shaking Linglong, Husband, hug me.
The man's dark eyes peered through the rising incense smoke, and in that instant, Cui Yiluo suddenly understood.
The noise at the corner of the corridor last night was from his men.
He already knew that Zhao Jian had threatened her, which is why he came personally to clean up the mess. And the reason he handled it personally was simply for the sake of the Jiang family's reputation, because she was the young mistress of the Jiang family.
When did he send people to monitor him? How much did his men overhear? How did he deal with Zhao Jian? How much money did he give him? Would Zhao Jian embellish what happened back then? Or perhaps he guessed some things from their conversation last night?
He clearly knew everything, yet he remained silent after returning to his room last night. But last night he held her like that…
Cui Yiluo's mind was immediately in turmoil.
She stood motionless in front of the private room, and the man sitting upright on the couch did not urge her to move.
“Miss…” Lilan began hesitantly.
Cui Yiluo removed the veil and said softly, "Take your men downstairs and wait."
Jiang Yunjin was in the private room; there was no need for someone to stand guard outside the door.
Cui Yiluo entered the room and closed the door tightly. Instantly, the fragrance emanating from the Boshan incense burner intensified.
She walked to the other side of the couch and sat down, not looking at him, but gazing straight ahead, saying, "My husband already knew."
The tone was not questioning.
"Um."
"What did my husband promise him?"
The man's voice was calm: "Ten thousand taels."
Her deliberately calm eyes showed a ripple, and she opened them slightly to look at him. She still felt that three thousand taels was too much, but Jiang Yunjin gave it to Zhao Jian without blinking an eye. He could actually do this for the sake of the Jiang family's reputation.
Cui Yiluo opened her lips, but before she could speak, he spoke again.
His profile was slightly cold in the sunlight, revealing a resolute and unyielding strength: "I've prepared a carriage for him; he won't be returning to Shengjing."
The turmoil in Cui Yiluo's eyes slowly subsided. She was no longer surprised by Jiang Yunjin's decisive methods, and her voice deepened as she spoke: "My husband knows about what happened before."
If he hadn't known what had happened before, how could he have agreed to Zhao Jian's outrageous demands, offered him ten thousand taels to shut him up, and proposed that Zhao Jian be forbidden from ever setting foot in Shengjing again?
Jiang Yunjin, such a rigid and upright person, stepped forward to protect her this time, but only because she is the young mistress of the Jiang family. Can he really be without any resentment in his heart?
Human nature is the most dangerous thing to gamble on; she should have been more cautious last night.
"Um."
His voice was cold, and Cui Yiluo clearly knew the answer, but her heart sank when he actually spoke.
The room remained silent for a few breaths.
"Not going to say anything?"
He continued speaking, and Cui Yiluo was taken aback. She had thought he would be unable to accept this matter due to rules and etiquette, and would be angry because of Zhao Jian's threat, since this matter was related to her, even though she had done nothing wrong. But the anger in his tone at this moment seemed to stem from her concealment.
That night she held him in her arms. He had indeed said that he could send a letter to Wu Gong in the palace, but she did not.
Cui Yiluo chuckled and said, "My husband already knows, so what else can I say? Would you believe me if I said he never met me?"
Late at night, a man broke into a woman's bedroom. The disparity in strength between men and women was too great. Afterwards, everyone who knew about it kept silent. What happened was no mystery.
There were only her and Zhao Jian in the room, so Zhao Jian could say whatever he wanted. Others would only believe Zhao Jian and wouldn't listen to her side of the story.
Even Jiang Yunjin.
Cui Yiluo clenched her fists, which were half-hidden in her sleeves.
"If you say so, I will believe you."
His clear, crisp voice resonated in the quiet private room, sending a slight tremor through the listener's heart.
Cui Yiluo loosened her clenched hand, her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked at him with a complicated expression. His dark eyes lowered, and the sharp lines of his profile revealed a hint of obsession.
She chuckled softly, speaking with a defiant air, "The truth is, my father and mother rejected his marriage proposal. That night, he sneaked into the room, hiding from the servants and Lilan, but I discovered him as soon as he got close to the bed. Therefore, he didn't succeed."
Cui Yiluo still remembers the terror she felt when she woke up in the middle of the night at the age of sixteen and suddenly saw a burly man standing in front of her bed, looking at her with a lewd smile, as if he were looking at prey that had fallen into his grasp and could not escape.
How did he manage to deceive the servants and Lilan who were guarding the room? It was because Yao Shi had tacitly approved of it, drugging them so that no one could hear the commotion inside. On the one hand, Yao Shi refused his marriage proposal because she had greater value and could bring more benefits, while on the other hand, she tacitly approved of her nephew's despicable acts.
But the moment he lifted the curtain, a dagger plunged into his chest. Zhao Jian never expected that a delicate young woman would hide a sharp dagger under her pillow, so he was caught off guard.
She was still useful to the Cui family, and Yao had a guilty conscience. If this matter were exposed, she would not benefit either side, so she helped to cover it up.
Cui Yiluo laughed sarcastically, "Well, is my husband satisfied with what I said? Is it the same as what my husband heard?"
How could Zhao Jian possibly confess the evil deeds he had committed to Jiang Yunjin? He would naturally shift the blame onto her, and it was obvious that he would say that she had seduced him.
Ironically, it was she who seduced Jiang Yunjin in every way.
"As I just said, I will believe you as long as you tell me."
Jiang Yunjin's tense body seemed to relax slightly as he continued, "So, you only need to trust me."
Just trust him, trust him to trust her.
Cui Yiluo's throat tightened, and she remained silent for a long time.
But Jiang Yunjin didn't force her to speak. It seemed that they had reached some kind of tacit understanding. He just turned slightly and poured tea into the teacup in front of her.
The sound of water splashing softly, his eyes lowered as he slowly poured tea, a gesture that seemed to soothe.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, and he will never return to Shengjing."
His expression was calm, yet he exuded a strange sense of calm. Cui Yiluo had rarely experienced such calmness, but in the fragrant room, she felt a little dazed, and her body even felt hot and weak.
“Since my husband trusts me, why give him ten thousand taels?”
Cui Yiluo looked at him, trying to catch the subtle details in his expression, but he remained expressionless. After a moment of silence, he said, "I believe you, but I don't believe anyone else."
The rich fragrance and the tranquil surroundings eased Cui Yiluo's thoughts, and she slowly came to her senses. He didn't trust Zhao Jian, so he directly prepared a carriage to send him away, forbidding him from ever setting foot in Shengjing again, forcibly cutting off any possibility of him speaking.
So does he really believe her?
He appears gentle and mild-mannered, a virtuous gentleman who is self-disciplined and respectful of propriety. However, his methods seem to contradict his outward appearance, being decisive and ruthless.
Which one is the real him? Can she really trust him?
Cui Yilu bit her lip, lost in thought, and unconsciously took a sip of tea.
Jiang Yunjin didn't speak again, and silently picked up his teacup.
As the tea entered her stomach, Cui Yiluo felt that instead of being moistened, her throat felt dry, and her heart felt hot and dry. The rich fragrance in the room made her feel even more dazed.
Cui Yilu frowned and looked at Jiang Yunjin, only to see that his whole body was tense, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, as if he was trying his best to restrain something, which made him look somewhat ferocious. His sword-like eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his dark eyes became even darker. She was familiar with the dark currents suppressed and restrained in his eyes.
The problem lies with the tea and the incense.
Cui Yiluo's thoughts were slow, but she understood at this moment. Zhao Jian had prepared a private room and called her over again; what good things could he have prepared? What he hadn't expected was that Jiang Yunjin would actually come.
She had originally brought Lilan and guards to stand watch at the door. If Zhao Jian were alone in the private room, she would definitely be on high alert, and Zhao Jian would naturally not be able to succeed.
But seeing that only Jiang Yunjin was in the room, she subconsciously relaxed. Cui Yiluo couldn't help but feel a little panicked. Had she subconsciously trusted Jiang Yunjin so much? And it was because of her relaxation that she didn't realize something was wrong until the drug took effect. She even evacuated everyone downstairs.
Jiang Yunjin, who was always upright and honest, obviously did not expect Zhao Jian to resort to such despicable means in the private room of Ruyi Tower.
"I'll go and fetch someone; I'll return to the manor first."
Jiang Yunjin stood up decisively, but it was obvious that his usually steady steps were now somewhat disordered, and his breathing was a little erratic as he walked.
Cui Yiluo felt weak all over, and she barely managed to support herself by bracing her arms on the coffee table.
After returning home, they were already husband and wife. Would he still adhere to the rule of not engaging in illicit sexual activity during the day and call a doctor?
Cui Yilu couldn't understand. The man before her was tall and slender, his cool, moon-white robes concealing a powerful strength. She suddenly recalled the feeling of being held in Jiang Yunjin's arms the previous two nights, and now she longed to be embraced even more deeply.
She suddenly stepped forward and hugged Jiang Yunjin from behind.
"Husband, hold me."
Her voice was soft and gentle, making the restlessness in her heart even more pronounced. She could clearly feel his muscles tensing, his breasts rising, even pressing against her wrists.
Her wrist was suddenly pulled down, and in the next instant, he turned around, and she was suddenly caught in his broad and unfamiliar embrace. He pressed his arms against her waist, restraining her.
Cui Yiluo couldn't resist her lust and became even more obsessed.
The restlessness that Shen Qujin had just been suppressing suddenly spread like wildfire throughout Shen.
It's unclear who initiated the kiss, or perhaps they simply followed their instincts to get closer.
The irritability was not easy to relieve. Even though clothes were piled up haphazardly on the carpet in the private room, Cui Yiluo still felt dizzy and irritable. However, she could still clearly sense that Jiang Yunjin felt the same way.
She was about to be scalded to death.
Under the influence of the surname, Jiang Yunjin clearly lost his usual calm and composure. His eyes were filled with gloom, and the coffee table crashed to the ground with a loud bang, shattering the teapot and teacups into pieces. The fragrant tea water soaked the carpet.
Cui Yiluo felt as if she were being burned by holmium, but her mouth was completely blocked, and she couldn't even utter a sound. But she knew that Jiang Yunjin wasn't trying to prevent her from speaking. This private room was on the roof, and the soundproofing of the private rooms in Ruyi Building was excellent. When the tea table fell to the ground, there was definitely no sound outside the private room.
She was already half-smitten by him, while he was still pursuing her.
Cui Yiluo was repeatedly disturbed, and her fingers couldn't help but grab the window frame beside her. Her fingertips turned white from gripping so tightly, as if she was using too much force. Her fingers struggled to move back and forth, trying to find a balance.
Suddenly, a hand braced against her back, and Cui Yiluo was lifted up.
The effects of the medicine were so strong that she couldn't help but panic, and she felt even more insecure as she added more of his medicine.
He wrapped his arms around her, but his long, slender fingers were positioned where she had taught him to stay.
Cui Yilu was stunned in a daze, but soon, everything in front of her was blurry. She had no energy left to think, so she could only hold onto his neck tightly and use all her strength to prevent herself from falling.
The incense in the room was even more intense, and the fragrant mist made the figure of Chan Mian, who was sitting on the screen, even more indistinct.
Author's Note: It's not over yet [doge emoji] My cousin has finally made progress.
[Heart] Thank you to all the lovely people who watered the nutrient solution!
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