Before He Yunxiao could speak, Jiang Wuyou spoke first. Her tone was even more severe than when she had just reprimanded Jiang Chenyue.
"Jiang Chenyue! Stop fooling around!"
Under Jiang Wuyou's angry gaze, Jiang Chenyue said, "Sister, don't you understand? He redeemed you but didn't give you a title. He just bought you a bed warmer. I've never liked being subservient to anyone. Why should we go to the Marquis's mansion and live at the mercy of others? At worst, we'll give up all men and live a secluded life with you, hiding our identities."
Jiang Wuyou reached out to hit him, and Jiang Chenyue instinctively tried to dodge, but immediately straightened up, putting on a fearless look. Jiang Wuyou's eyes reddened, and his hand hovered in the air, but he couldn't bring himself to strike.
Jiang Wuyou's fair hand paused in mid-air for two seconds, then changed from a palm to a finger, pointing to a carved mahogany door behind Jiang Chenyue.
"Get out," Jiang Wuyou said.
"No!" Jiang Chenyue had never been so resolute before.
Jiang Wuyou was so angry at this "rebellious daughter" that her waves kept crashing.
In the past, as soon as I showed any sign of anger, this girl would know she shouldn't continue playing and would naturally calm down. But today, for some reason, no matter how angry I got, she showed no intention of calming down. It was as if she deliberately wanted to drive me crazy.
"Get out," Jiang Wuyou said again.
Jiang Chenyue, who was originally standing, is now sitting with her arms crossed, her small face turned slightly to look at the empty space.
"I won't go out. I don't agree to the idea of redeeming myself. Sister, you're not allowed to go to the Marquis's mansion."
Jiang Wuyou pretended to fight again, but Jiang Chenyue, having learned from experience, was not afraid at all.
He retorted defiantly, "Even if my sister beats me to death, I won't agree!"
Jiang Wuyou gritted her teeth and said, "You don't agree, do you!"
He Yunxiao saw Sister Jiang move forward a few steps in her embroidered shoes, like a leopard stealthily approaching before hunting.
Seeing that Jiang Chenyue had no reaction, Jiang Wuyou pounced on her and grabbed her sister's soft waist with both hands, kneading it vigorously, which made her wave her hands, stomp her feet, and laugh loudly.
"Hahaha, sister, have mercy on me! Hahaha, sister, please have mercy on me!"
Do you agree?
"Hahaha, I disagree!"
Sisters who have spent a lot of time together are very familiar with each other's bodies. This is especially true for sisters who have raised each other from a young age. It could be said that Jiang Wuyou understands Jiang Chenyue's body better than Jiang Chenyue herself.
He Yunxiao watched as his sister-in-law's body was being played with by his wife, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.
Sister Jiang seemed to know her younger sister quite well. Although the two girls were about the same height, Jiang Chenyue was completely defeated by Sister Jiang and had no chance to fight back.
When Sister Jiang could grab the soft flesh around her younger sister's waist, she would hold onto it; when she couldn't, she would tickle her chin or her palms. Her tactical choices were remarkably flexible.
He Yunxiao watched as his disobedient sister-in-law went from "I would never agree" to "Sister, please spare me" to "Please, sister, spare me" and finally to "Chenyue agreed, Chenyue stopped making trouble."
The two girls joked around for a while until Jiang Chenyue laughed so hard she begged for mercy, which brought the matter to an end.
Jiang Chenyue laughed until she was exhausted, her face flushed and her head spinning. She rested her chin on Jiang Wuyou's shoulder, occasionally letting out a couple of "hehe" sounds in a final burst of energy.
Jiang Wuyou hugged the girl, who was about the same height as herself, and gently patted her back to help her catch her breath.
"Don't worry, Chenyue, Yunxiao will treat me well."
He Yunxiao stood to the side, and seeing the natural smile on Sister Jiang's face, his heart ached.
When Jiang Wuyou pounced on Jiang Chenyue, she had left the round stool. Now, to allow Jiang Chenyue to lean on her shoulder, she had to bend her knees and squat halfway down.
He Yunxiao carried a round stool and placed it under Sister Jiang, gently pressing her shoulder to make her sit down. Then he squatted down behind Sister Jiang, facing Jiang Chenyue who was on Sister Jiang's shoulder.
“Miss Chenyue, please hand your sister over to me.”
Jiang Chenyue was still not very strong. She raised her eyelids and looked at He Yunxiao, saying, "You wish."
Jiang Wuyou, who had been patting her sister's back to help her catch her breath, casually swung her hand downwards and lightly tapped her sister's bottom. Not too hard, not too soft.
"Chen Yue. Keep your word." She said softly, her tone less stern and more gentle.
Jiang Chenyue retorted, "Sister, you bullied me for his sake, and he just stood by and laughed, and in the end, you didn't even get a proper title..."
This time, He Yunxiao spoke first, before Sister Jiang.
“Miss Chenyue, I have made up my mind. I, He Yunxiao, am willing to marry your sister Jiang Wuyou and make her my legal wife.”
Jiang Chenyue's eyes widened gradually.
"Really?" Her tone was incredulous.
He Yunxiao nodded. "Really."
"Yunxiao!" Jiang Wuyou, unable to turn around while being held by Jiang Chenyue, could only speak with her back to He Yunxiao. "Yunxiao, don't listen to Chenyue's nonsense. You are the legitimate son of the Marquis's mansion, I am..."
He Yunxiao interrupted her, saying, "Sister, stop talking."
Reaching out to tidy up Sister Jiang's disheveled hair, He Yunxiao sighed, "I know how Sister has treated me these past few days. I also understand why Sister was willing to redeem me and go to the Marquis's mansion. I want to marry Sister so that she can enjoy happiness, not suffer. If being my principal wife can make Sister happy, then Sister will be my wife."
Jiang Wuyou patted Jiang Chenyue, telling her to sit down properly, and then turned around to face He Yunxiao.
“Yunxiao, you don’t understand. In the State of Qi, we commoners are not worthy of being called respectable.”
He Yunxiao said, "I don't care."
Jiang Wuyou said anxiously, "You may not care, but others do. The old Marquis will care. The high-ranking officials and nobles of Yinjing will care. Even the Emperor and the princes will care. If you marry me as your principal wife, what will they think? What will they think of you? What will they think of the Marquis of Wuqing's mansion?"
He Yunxiao reached out and took Sister Jiang's soft, boneless hand, "Sister, it's alright."
"I care!" Jiang Wuyou said angrily, "Of course I care what they think of you!"
Jiang Chenyue stared blankly, rubbed her belly, and let out a burp. This dog food (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection) couldn't be forced down her throat.
He Yunxiao was deeply indebted to Jiang Jie, and at the time he only wanted to make her happy, but he didn't expect so many things to happen afterward. He also didn't expect that agreeing to be Jiang Jie's legal wife would make her unhappy.
Jiang Wuyou looked at He Yunxiao, who was momentarily stunned, and scolded him, "Idiot."
He Yunxiao awkwardly scratched his head, "I still want my sister to be my legal wife."
He Yunxiao was truly sincere in saying this. Putting aside their status and only considering their personalities, Sister Jiang's generous and gentle nature could minimize friction between the female leads; at least she wouldn't get jealous unnecessarily. If Zi Ruo were the main wife, the jealous wife in the house would be smashed three or four times a day.
When Jiang Wuyou heard He Yunxiao say this after he had figured it out, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
"It's the thought that counts."
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