GTB Chapter 108

Chapter 108: It’s not that hot today, is it!

Chapter 108: It’s not that hot today, is it!

As Jiang Jiuchu spoke, she demonstrated on the wooden post at the foot of the bed in front of everyone, then turned to Jiang Jiuche and said:

“It’s this kind of hidden weapon. Brother, when you take the silver needle out for me, it has muscle-relaxing powder on it. Be careful not to prick yourself.”

Jiang Jiuche carefully pulled out the silver needle, never having imagined that this small hairpin was actually a hidden weapon.

The others all looked at the hairpin in Jiang Jiuchu’s hand with shocked expressions, each thinking with lingering fear that if it weren’t for this hairpin, Jiuchu would probably not have escaped disaster today.

Seeing his younger sister put the silver needle back into the hairpin, Jiang Jiuche reached out and took the hairpin to examine it carefully. He felt that the craftsmanship of the hairpin and the material of the hairpin body were somewhat similar to the ring His Highness had just shown him.

Before he could become more puzzled, he heard Jiang Jiuchu continue, “Brother Fu gave me two of these hairpins, and another one is a simple peach blossom hairpin. The other two are a needle-shooting ring and a poison-concealing bracelet.”

Hearing this, Jiang Jiuche suddenly had a guess and asked in a deflated tone, “Your ring wouldn’t be with His Highness, would it!”

Hearing her older brother’s words, Jiang Jiuchu’s expression changed, “Did he ask you?”

“Yes.” Jiang Jiuche nodded apologetically.

He was wondering why the Seventh Prince would suddenly take out a ring for him to look at, making him feel inexplicable. It turned out he was testing him.

He looked at his sister’s powerless expression and comforted her, “The fact that it wasn’t sent by me doesn’t mean anything. Or… could you tell another lie to cover it up?”

Jiang Jiuchu helplessly curled her lips and looked at her brother, “Brother, do I look like someone who can lie?”

Jiang Jiuche said in a serious tone, “Brother thinks you can still do it if you try hard.”

Madam Ye said casually, “Alright! It’s nothing, it’s all in the past. Besides, this hairpin saved your life. It’s perfectly fine for you to say it’s a hidden weapon given to you by Master Fu.”

“He was originally your savior, and also the benefactor of our Jiang family. It’s normal to have some interactions. Don’t feel guilty, just remember the affection you once promised each other.”

Madam Ye spoke like someone with experience, “Besides, men are all the same. Say a few nice words to coax them, and you can get them to do whatever you want.”

Hearing Madam Ye’s words, the two men in the room couldn’t help but wonder if they were usually so easily fooled by sweet talk.

Jiang Yuan snorted coldly, “Do you think Jiuchu is you, and the Seventh Prince is me! Don’t teach Jiuchu nonsense.”

He understood men’s petty minds very well. Even if they were temporarily fooled by sweet words, they would inevitably feel unhappy afterwards when they thought about it.

He quickly said to his daughter, “Jiuchu, don’t listen to your mother. You can’t say it was given to you by a man. Even if you say you picked it up on the road, it’s better than saying it was given to you by a man.”

Jiang Jiuche looked at his parents and felt that none of them were reliable.

“Alright, Father, Mother, it’s getting late. If we don’t go back now, we won’t be able to get back to the mansion before dark.” Jiang Jiuche was eager to go back and accompany the pregnant Shí Qingya, so he urged them.

“Okay, then Jiuchu, rest well. Your mother and I will go back to the mansion first.”

As Madam Ye spoke, she stood up from a round stool beside her. However, she didn’t turn around with the father and son. Instead, she took out a book from her arms and handed it to Jiang Jiuchu, saying quietly:

“This is for you. This is something your mother bought when she was in Ning An County. You can’t buy it now! Your mother personally tested it, and it’s extremely effective.”

After Madam Ye finished speaking, she quickly turned around and followed them out. She hadn’t given this book of “Seventy-Two Strategies for Husband Management” to her daughter before, feeling that it would be useless even if she gave it to her. Jiuchu would definitely not have the intention to use it on the Seventh Prince.

But now it was different. The two had been married for a month, and it was already a done deal. It could still be used to some extent.

Jiang Jiuchu stared at the book in her hand, her eyes widened as she watched her mother’s departing figure, thinking, “My parents are so loving. Could it be that… it’s not just because of my father’s sincere heart? It’s also because of my mother’s skills in managing her husband?”

She didn’t open it, but called out to Lǜ Yì at the door, “Lǜ Yì, put this book back in my box.”

“Okay.” Lǜ Yì walked to the bedside, took the “Seventy-Two Strategies for Husband Management,” and walked towards the box next to the wardrobe.

Aunt Xing also came at this time, carrying a bowl of bird’s nest porridge, “Your Highness must be hungry! This is what His Highness asked this old servant to stew for you.”

Aunt Xing learned about the events in the palace from Lǜ Luó, and only then did she know that something had happened to Jiang Jiuchu.

She scooped a bowl and handed it over, “Your Highness, eat this and then get a good night’s sleep.”

“Okay, thank you, Aunt Xing.” Jiang Jiuchu was used to Aunt Xing’s constant praise of Shí Yan.

She was indeed hungry. After eating two small bowls, she fell into a deep sleep.

At dinner, everyone knew that Jiang Jiuchu had drunk porridge, so no one disturbed her sleep.

It wasn’t until Shí Yan finished bathing and went to bed that he discovered Jiang Jiuchu’s small face was flushed red, and her whole body was hot and soaked in sweat.

His expression changed, and he quickly called out, “Mù Fēng.”

Hearing the sound, Mù Fēng instantly appeared outside the door, “What is it, Master?”

“The princess consort soaked in cold water today and now has a high fever and is sweating profusely. Go and have the physician in the mansion brew a bowl of medicine and bring it here.” After Shí Yan finished speaking, he directly carried the drowsy Jiang Jiuchu to the bathroom.

In the bathtub, Jiang Jiuchu was held in Shí Yan’s arms, her small face resting against his chest.

His handsome face was tense, and he closed his eyes. Today, he hadn’t felt much better than this woman. Enduring with her again and again, he really hadn’t expected that this woman would be so incompatible with him.

After a quarter of an hour, Mù Fēng knocked on the door outside the room. Seeing that there was no response, he used his internal energy to transmit his voice, “Master, the medicine is ready.”

“Bring it into the room.” Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu in his arms, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. Then, he reached out and directly removed her inner garment and bodice in the pool.

The dim candlelight flickered, and a faint mist floated on the surface of the pool. But if you looked closely, her delicate body under the water was still clearly visible at a glance.

The moment Shí Yan tore open the strings of her bodice, he turned his head away in time, and with a long arm, a large dry towel hanging to the side fell into his hand.

But at the same time, Jiang Jiuchu, who was being supported by one of his arms, leaned directly towards his chest unconsciously.

In an instant, the softness in front of Jiang Jiuchu’s chest directly pressed against his firm chest.

Shí Yan’s breathing stagnated for a moment, his body froze instantly, and the expression on his face was indescribable. The hand he raised tightly grasped the dry towel, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

As if sensing the changes that were rising in his body in an instant, he threw the dry towel into the air, then quickly picked up Jiang Jiuchu and carried her in his arms, and the dry towel fell on Jiang Jiuchu’s body.

Although it covered her important parts, her exquisite figure was hidden under the thin dry towel, but instead appeared even more seductive.

As if feeling that it wasn’t enough, Shí Yan tore off his own inner garment that he had taken off and added it to Jiang Jiuchu’s body before carrying her out of the bathroom.

He quickly put Jiang Jiuchu into the bedding, and only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

But looking at the medicinal soup on the round table, he supported his forehead. Then, he picked up the medicine bowl, helped Jiang Jiuchu up, and said in a stiff tone, “Drink the medicine, open your mouth.”

However, Jiang Jiuchu only moved her eyelids and didn’t have any reaction at all.

Shí Yan didn’t dare to delay, so he directly and bit by bit forced a bowl of bitter medicinal juice into Jiang Jiuchu’s mouth.

After finishing feeding, his expression was ugly as he quickly left the room.

Hidden in the shadows, Mù Huǒ looked at Shí Yan by the well and asked Mù Fēng next to him in a low voice, “Brother, it’s not that hot today, is it! Has it reached the point where you need to rinse with cold water!”