92. Homecoming (Additional Update)
She made her decision
Chapter 92
After taking the pill, the burning pain in his body quickly dissipated. Jiang Qiuye did not return to the palace immediately, but walked onto the street, strolling around casually.
Several months have passed since I arrived in Shengjing.
She had been wandering around for more than ten years, but in just a few months, she seemed to have developed more feelings for this place, perhaps even an attachment to home.
In the past, after completing her mission, she would find an inn and wash off the blood. After leaving the inn, she didn't know where to go.
Going back to Feiyan Pavilion?
She knew that was where she belonged, but it was not her home.
Yesterday, she was panicked after waking up from bed, and it was hard to find an excuse to cover up the vomiting of blood. But when Ji Ci stood in front of her, he didn't ask her, but asked her to rely on him.
Isn't this what she has always wanted?
The sky is clear today, and the shadows of the trees are uneven and mottled, swaying and making a comfortable sound.
Jiang Qiuye casually walked into a wonton shop and sat down. She noticed that the shop was run by a family of three and did not employ any servants.
After randomly ordering a bowl of wontons, she was served by a little girl, presumably their daughter. Her hands were delicate, and the bowl seemed a little hot. She brought the steaming wontons to the table, pushed them in front of Jiang Qiuye, and immediately placed her hand to her mouth, blowing on them.
Seeing Jiang Qiuye staring at her, she suddenly realized what was happening and said with an innocent and childish smile, "Sir, please enjoy your meal."
After she finished speaking, she ran to the woman standing at the counter, raised her little hand, and said coquettishly, "Mother, my hand was burned."
The woman handed her a handkerchief soaked in ice water and said, "Cover yourself."
The little girl pouted and reluctantly took the ice towel. The man in the kitchen ran out immediately after hearing this, picked her up, and coaxed her with concern, "Oh, our daughter burned her hand. Let daddy see. Ouch, it's all red."
The woman frowned and punched him lightly, saying, "Really? How can she not even bear this little bit of hardship? She's not even burned, yet I've worried you like this. Look at how spoiled she is by you, she's become even more spoiled."
The man wasn't angry after being punched. He just smiled innocently, holding the little girl in one hand and his wife in the other. He said, "What's the big deal? Even if I dote on my daughter all my life, so what? Are you jealous of your own daughter?"
The woman glared at him and said awkwardly, "Nannan is also my daughter, how could I be jealous of her?"
The man pursed his lips and smiled, "Don't worry, in my heart, my wife is the most important person in the world!"
The little girl covered her mouth and laughed after hearing this, "Don't worry, Mom. In my heart, Mom is the most important person in the world!"
Listening to the laughter of the three people, Jiang Qiuye withdrew his gaze, his mood was affected, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
So that's home?
After her mother gave birth to her sister, she abandoned her husband and children and left without a trace. She had no memory of that cruel woman.
For as long as she could remember, she had only her gambling-addicted father. Unemployed, he spent his days stealing, and the family depended on her selling dragon beard candy for a living. This so-called father would gamble away his money as soon as he got it, and when he lost, he would return home to drink and, when drunk, assault her and her sister.
She never knew what a happy family looked like. For many years, she thought that the family her father gave her was the normal family that most people had.
Home.
In her mind, it is a synonym that she tries to get rid of, but also carries a little fear.
But after marrying Ji Ci, she discovered that the word "home" seemed to have other interpretations.
Home is where, after eating a bowl of wontons every day when I’m out, I know where I should go.
Returning to the small house, she warmed herself by the warm charcoal fire, watched the violent storm outside, and embroidered the purse in her hand with a faint smile.
After the family returned, they had dinner together and talked about what they had seen and heard that day.
And when she saw this family of three, she felt even more envious.
It turns out that a real home is not an alcoholic gambler father who comes home and beats people up in anger over the gain or loss of a few copper coins.
She stirred the wontons in the bowl and ate them in big mouthfuls, warming her stomach.
When she saw Yan Wu again, she thought she would be afraid. That kind of fear was the fear engraved in her bones after years of torture and oppression.
But today she actually threatened him for the first time. After those words came out of her mouth, the black cloth that had been covering her head and making her feel suffocated seemed to be torn into a huge hole, allowing her to finally see the light and breathe deeply.
It seems that resisting this fear is difficult, yet also very simple, it’s just that one sentence.
Or maybe, she knew the support behind her and began to toughen up.
After finishing the wontons, she sighed comfortably, placed the silver on the table, and left the wonton shop.
You can go home now.
Shengjing was a vast city, its streets bustling with vendors and pedestrians. As if she had finally figured it out, even her steps became lighter. She looked at the street vendor selling candy figurines and couldn't help but smile. Now, like these ordinary people, she knew where to go.
That’s right, this time, just that bowl of wontons made her make the decision.
She wants to confess everything to Ji Ci.
Although I don't know how he would react if he knew all of my suffering.
Although she felt uneasy and uncertain, she was clear in her mind at this moment. What she wanted was not the few pitiful antidotes every month, nor the aimless pursuit, but a home.
That's all.
When Jiang Qiuye returned to the palace, it was still early. Thinking that she would have to confess tonight, she became more and more nervous.
She sat on the chaise longue for a long time, unable to control her shaking legs, so she stood up and walked towards the courtyard. When she saw Uncle Fu, she called him over and asked him to find out when Ji Ci would return home.
The servant who was sent out quickly went out, made some inquiries, and came back to report that the prince would be back around 5 p.m. today.
It was earlier than usual, but she couldn't hold back. She watched the clock and timed her way into the kitchen, directing the cooks to prepare a series of delicacies. She also personally prepared a bowl of Ji Ci's favorite black chicken soup. Then she made a few desserts: water chestnut cake and dragon beard candy.
After finishing all this, she realized that she was sweating.
It was already the beginning of the evening hour, and he still hadn't returned home. After waiting for two minutes, she became anxious and sent her servant to investigate.
The servant returned quickly as usual and said that the prince seemed to be delayed by something. Although he didn't know what it was, he only said that he might not be able to return home until midnight.
Jiang Qiuye felt disappointed, looking at the exquisite dishes laid out on the kitchen stove, feeling a little lost. However, since it was work that was holding her back, she could do nothing about it.
He unzipped his collar and smelled a hint of sweat. He was glad he still had time to wash and dress, so he asked Mingyue to boil some water and went into the clean room to bathe.
Add perfumed dew to it, even apply scented honey on your hair, close your eyes and take a nap in the bathtub for a while.
Mingyue entered the clean room to clean her body. She couldn't help but ask, "Mingyue, what time is it now?"
Mingyue looked at her cheeks and ears, which were reddened by the heat, and smiled softly, "Princess, it's the end of the evening hour now, and it will be quite some time before the prince returns."
"Oh." Jiang Qiuye felt for the first time how slowly time passed and how unbearable an hour was. She shrank underwater, submerging it up to her chin.
Mingyue poured water infused with flower petals over her head and then gently wiped her arms and back with a handkerchief. Her skin was fair and smooth. The tiger scratches on her back had disappeared, but the sword wound on her chest was so severe that it still had a noticeable scar.
She looked at Miaoman's figure and couldn't help but joked, "The princess is getting more beautiful now, even this part has grown a lot."
"Really?" Jiang Qiuye blushed and raised her hand to pinch it quietly. It seemed difficult for her to completely cover it with one palm. Recalling the embarrassing scene in her mind, Ji Ci's hands were much bigger, so it seemed possible.
Thinking of this, her face turned even redder, and she squinted at Mingyue, "A girl should be a chaste lady, why are you thinking about such a mess?"
Mingyue froze, and seeing that she avoided his gaze, he understood that she was shy. He stopped joking and helped her finish the bath seriously. After she came out of the bath, he slowly dried her hair with a gilded dryer ball.
Seeing her lying on the chaise longue with her eyes closed, her waist slumped and slender enough to be held in one hand, it is no wonder that the prince is so concerned about his princess, such a rare beauty.
Jiang Qiuye felt unbearable and opened his eyes from time to time to look at the clepsydra. He felt that today was more unbearable than ever before.
She began to think about how to start the conversation tonight. Should she wait until after dinner?
Well, every time Ji Ci has eaten and drunk enough, he is in a particularly good mood, so he will definitely eat first.
As it grew dark outside, she sent a servant to the Ministry of Justice to inquire. She herself began to choose clothes for tonight. Although she usually liked light-colored clothes, she had worn them too much, and perhaps Ji Ci would get tired of them.
In the end, she chose a scarlet chiffon dress, a rare one, and a moon-white shawl. After some hesitation, she still didn't wear any makeup, simply casually pulling her hair up, letting a few strands fall casually across her chest, like a lotus emerging from clear water.
After finally making it to the hour of Hai, Ji Ci still had not returned home, and the servant he had sent out had not returned either.
Jiang Qiuye frowned, feeling panicked, but then forced herself to calm down. Perhaps the official business had been delayed too long.
She walked out of the bedroom and looked at the moonlight outside. Today was a full moon, and it would be pleasant to have a drink under the moon. Thinking of this, she turned back and asked Mingyue to take out the stored sake and place the container under the locust tree in Guihong Courtyard.
It was almost midnight, but Ji Ci still hadn't returned. She felt as if her heart was jumping out of her throat, so she went straight to the palace gate and stood there waiting.
Mingyue saw that she looked unwell, and remembering that she had just been seriously ill the previous night, she consoled her, "Princess, it's cold at night. The prince will surely be back soon. Otherwise, you should go back to the room and wait. Mingyue will be standing here. As soon as she sees the prince, she will report to you."
Jiang Qiuye now felt more and more uneasy. She shook her head and looked at the end of the dark street.
After thinking about it, he turned around and asked another servant to go and investigate. The servant nodded, and when he was about to leave, he saw the previous servant who went to investigate running back to the mansion from a distance.
Jiang Qiuye looked at him, sweating profusely and breathing rapidly. Her eyebrows twitched, and she tried to lower her voice and asked, "Where's the prince? Have you seen him? When will he return?"
The servant took a few deep breaths before looking up, stunned and saying, "Princess, this is bad! The prince has been imprisoned by the emperor!"
The author has something to say:
Tomorrow will be a three-in-one chapter with ten thousand words. There will be a long plot of political intrigue next. I originally wanted to skip the political intrigue part, but after thinking about it, I feel that this part is still very important and I don’t want to make it boring. It also plays a key role in the emotional line of the male and female protagonists in the later stage.
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