GTB Chapter 186

Chapter 188: I am Young and Energetic, Able to Withstand the Tosses

Jiang Jiuchu’s face flushed red, truly not expecting Shí Yan to be so vigorous, starting to get amorous in broad daylight.

She wanted to get up immediately, but Shí Yan’s large hand was pressed firmly on her waist, preventing her from moving.

“Shí Yan,” Jiang Jiuchu, afraid that Shí Yan couldn’t restrain his desire and would consummate their relationship right then and there, shouted his full name in a moment of urgency.

“What’s wrong? If my wife has something to say, just say it. Even if my lower body is bursting, my ears are still good, no need to shout so loudly.”

Jiang Jiuchu looked at Shí Yan like he was about to burst at any moment, and she disbelievingly said, “Don’t try to deceive me, husband. It’s not like I never let you touch me. The arrangements aren’t few, how could you be bursting?”

“Besides, before our wedding night, weren’t you perfectly fine?”

Shí Yan endured the desire in his lower body and patiently explained, “That’s different. Before, I didn’t know the taste, and I didn’t know that Jiuchu was like a bewitching poison. Once her husband has tasted it, he can’t stop, and he’ll never be able to quit for the rest of his life.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s face flushed even more as she listened, and she shyly said, “Aren’t you afraid of excessive indulgence leading to a short life? Look at all the emperors throughout history…”

Realizing she had said the wrong thing, Jiang Jiuchu’s expression changed, and she quickly stopped talking, “Look at those men with courtyards full of concubines who indulge excessively, how many of them live long lives?”

“But you also said that others have courtyards full of women, I only have you, so how could I indulge excessively? Besides, I am young and energetic, able to withstand the tosses.”

“But even though you only have me, you’re still just as frequent.”

“Who said just as frequent? Does Jiuchu even know the number of times in other people’s rooms?”

Jiang Jiuchu quickly shook her head, “I don’t know, but it’s nothing more than nightly revelry. If I didn’t make you restrain yourself, you’d be the same.”

Shí Yan shook his head, “It seems my wife still doesn’t understand. Your husband doesn’t mind educating you on the true situation of those who indulge excessively with courtyards full of concubines.”

“Those people don’t distinguish between day and night. Except when they’re asleep, they’re always wanting it, anytime, anywhere, like in carriages, dining halls, studies, even forests, gardens…”

“Stop,” Jiang Jiuchu interrupted Shí Yan with a flushed face, completely not expecting excessive indulgence to be so excessive.

“How do you know all this?” Jiang Jiuchu squinted at Shí Yan and questioned him.

“Some men, ah! They just like to show off their abilities. When they show off, your husband can’t help but overhear.”

“Oh! Let me up. You haven’t guessed who brewed it yet!” Although Jiang Jiuchu somewhat believed what Shí Yan said, it didn’t stop her from changing the subject.

“Then if I guess right, will we abolish the bedchamber rules, okay? Of course, if I don’t guess right, we’ll temporarily not abolish them, is that okay?”

Hearing this, Jiang Jiuchu’s eyes darted around, feeling that it wasn’t impossible.

After all, the three answers she gave were all fake.

She originally wanted him to guess wrong three times, then give him a hint so he could guess that she brewed it herself, making him feel moved and earning his praise. Now it seemed to have come in handy.

She thought for a moment, pretending to be reluctant, and said, “Alright! But you only get one chance!”

As Jiang Jiuchu spoke, she deliberately reached out and pressed on the lid of the pot, “You’re not allowed to taste it! I’m afraid you’re too familiar with their skills.”

Shí Yan, with victory in sight, couldn’t help but curl his lips behind Jiang Jiuchu’s back.

He thought for a long time before opening his mouth, “Aunt Xing…”

As he spoke, he deliberately paused, dragged out his tone, and shook his head, “Definitely not.”

Although Jiang Jiuchu was somewhat disappointed by what he said after the pause, she wasn’t anxious at all in her heart, but on the surface, she pretended to be nervous and asked:

“Then… who is it?”

Shí Yan deliberately frowned and pondered, “Green Luo… and Aunt Zhang aren’t either.”

Hearing this, Jiang Jiuchu’s face stiffened slightly. Shí Yan’s answer completely exceeded her expectations.

She quickly pretended to be calm and asked, “It’s not… Did it fall from the sky? Hurry up and guess! Don’t try to trick me.”

Shí Yan smiled and said, “How could the pear soup that my wife painstakingly brewed for her husband fall from the sky?”

Jiang Jiuchu turned her head to look at Shí Yan in stunned disbelief, thinking to herself, could it be that someone told Shí Yan in advance that she was brewing pear soup in the kitchen?

Although she thought this in her heart, she followed through with her stunned expression and pointed at herself, asking:

“You’re talking about me? Are you sure? I don’t know how to cook! Are you sure you’re guessing me?”

Shí Yan smiled and nodded under Jiang Jiuchu’s gaze, “I’m sure.”

Jiang Jiuchu didn’t continue to pretend and stared at Shí Yan, saying, “Did someone just tell you?”

“Don’t try to find excuses to go back on your word, wife. My people didn’t go to the kitchen, and the other maids and matrons didn’t enter my study. Jiuchu can check if you don’t believe me. Anyway, there’s still more than an hour before dark, enough for Jiuchu to check.”

Jiang Jiuchu resignedly said, “Hurry up and drink it! I brewed it myself, not a drop can be left.”

She knew that she couldn’t go back on her word, and she only hoped that he could drink some pear soup to cool down, so he would toss her around less at night.

“Okay, not a drop will be left.” Shí Yan released his large hand holding Jiang Jiuchu’s waist, intending to drink with Jiang Jiuchu in his arms, when suddenly his legs felt lighter.

Jiang Jiuchu quickly got up and left the study. His lingering desire made her uncomfortable and panicked. She couldn’t continue to sit there.

Shí Yan withdrew his gaze from the doorway, his eyes smiling as he opened the jar lid, “Sipping it slowly, the faint sweetness seeps into my heart.”

He truly drank not a drop was left, but his desire didn’t diminish in the slightest, but rather became even more intense.

In the courtyard, a gentle breeze stirred, the flowers and plants swayed gently, and a fiery sunset slowly rose in the sky.

After the two finished dinner, Jiang Jiuchu took advantage of the time when Shí Yan was called away by Mu Feng to quickly return to her room and take a bath.

Otherwise, Shí Yan would definitely want to take a bath with her when he came back, and then he would toss her back and forth between the bathtub and the couch.

She could barely withstand it once, but after too many times, she really couldn’t take it anywhere.

After Shí Yan finished listening to Mu Feng’s report, he wrote a letter and returned to his room, only to see Jiang Jiuchu kicking a shuttlecock in the room, dressed in her inner clothing.

He walked over with a smile and caught the shuttlecock that Jiang Jiuchu had kicked into the air.

“Jiuchu should save some energy, otherwise you’ll be complaining of tiredness later.”

Jiang Jiuchu glared at him, “Just take it as me warming up, can’t I move around beforehand? Otherwise, who could withstand you, you ravenous wolf, no, a hungry and horny wolf.”

The corners of Shí Yan’s mouth twitched. Did this kind of thing… need a warm-up? Was she definitely not warning him in disguise?

Also, how did he become a wolf in her eyes? And a hungry and horny one at that.

But in her eyes, it seemed he really couldn’t refute it.

He put his arm around Jiang Jiuchu’s waist, pulling her into his arms, “It’s not my fault, it’s Jiuchu’s fault. After all, before meeting you, this prince never touched women, nor did I feel hungry. You must have put a spell on this prince.”

Jiang Jiuchu felt that Shí Yan’s blame game was really shameless.

“I’m not a witch, I don’t know witchcraft, what kind of spell can I put on you? It’s clearly your nature, don’t blame me.”

Shí Yan shook his head, his voice low and ambiguous, “Although you don’t know witchcraft, you can use a love spell on me, Shí Yan. Every move, every glance, including your voice, is a spell to this prince.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s face heated up from what Shí Yan said, and she quickly pushed him away, “Go take a bath!”

Hearing this, Shí Yan took Jiang Jiuchu’s hand, “Let’s go, together.”