GTB Chapter 208

Chapter 210: Where to Digest?

She regretted asking the question as soon as it left her lips because she subconsciously felt that with Shí Yan’s martial arts being so formidable, his master must have been an ethereal old man with white hair, who might no longer be alive.

“Him? He’s wandering the world. I haven’t seen him in many years.”

As Shí Yan spoke, he led Jiang Jiuchu to the corridor of the wooden house, pushed open the door, and the inside was clean and tidy, already taken care of by Mu Feng, who had arrived earlier.

The new bedding that had been brought was also laid out on the wooden bed.

Shí Yan looked at the room and said to Jiang Jiuchu, “Your husband will stay here with you for two days first, then take you down the mountain to visit Jade City for a day, and then we’ll go straight back to Kyoto, how does that sound?”

“Yes, sounds good.” Jiang Jiuchu nodded at Shí Yan, thinking it was excellent.

She really liked this place. Living here with Shí Yan gave her the feeling of being immortal lovers.

Seeing this, Shí Yan smiled indulgently, “You really are playful. Before I knew it, you were even willing to live in a cave. I’m afraid it would be hard to find a golden branch like you in Kyoto.”

Jiang Jiuchu walked to the bed, spread her arms, and lay down comfortably on it, tilting her head to look at Shí Yan at the door.

“Don’t forget, Your Highness, two years ago, I was just a daughter of a small magistrate in An Yang County. I can’t be called a noble lady; at most, I was just a young lady from a wealthy family.”

Shí Yan walked over, imitating Jiang Jiuchu’s posture, and lay down, turning his head to look at her, “No, in your husband’s heart, Chuchu is the most precious woman in the world.”

Jiang Jiuchu seemed not to see the tender affection in Shí Yan’s eyes and said, “Yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In your heart, I am naturally the most precious, or else what would happen?”

Shí Yan was speechless for a moment. He thought she would be shy or say something romantic for him to hear…

“Master, dinner is ready.” Mu Feng, holding a food tray, reported from outside the door.

Shí Yan sat up and walked to the door, took the tray from Mu Feng, and placed it on the old wooden table.

Before he could call her, Jiang Jiuchu quickly got up and sat down. Already hungry, she stared at the steaming dishes and asked curiously, “Did they make this?”

“No, they bought it in Jade City when they came up, steamed it in the kitchen, and brought it over.” As Shí Yan spoke, he handed the chopsticks in his hand to Jiang Jiuchu.

Jiang Jiuchu nodded, took the bowl and chopsticks. Most of the dishes were based on bamboo shoots, which Jiang Jiuchu loved, and she enjoyed the meal very much.

After dinner, Shí Yan put down his teacup and said to Jiang Jiuchu, “Let’s go, I’ll take you out to digest.”

Jiang Jiuchu rinsed her mouth and glanced at the sky outside, which was almost dark, and asked Shí Yan, “So late, are we still going out to digest?”

She thought, this is in the mountains! Going out for a walk to digest so late at night, wouldn’t it be a bit strange?

Shí Yan nodded, seeing Jiang Jiuchu’s thoughts, “Don’t worry, with your husband here, there’s nothing to fear. Even if we encounter a tiger, your husband will kill it with a single palm.”

Jiang Jiuchu wanted to say that she wasn’t afraid of tigers. She was simply afraid of the dark. To put it bluntly, she was afraid of ghosts, although she knew they didn’t exist.

Shí Yan took Jiang Jiuchu’s hand and got up, “Let’s go! With your husband holding your hand, what are you afraid of? I’ll take you to a good place.”

“What good place?” Jiang Jiuchu didn’t understand. What good place could there be in the mountains so late at night?

“You’ll know when we get there.” As Shí Yan spoke, he seemed to remember something, and released Jiang Jiuchu’s hand and walked to the bed, took out a small package, and again took Jiang Jiuchu’s hand, saying, “Let’s go.”

Jiang Jiuchu stepped out of the threshold, looking at the small package in Shí Yan’s hand, “Husband, are you taking clothes?”

She knew that there wasn’t much in those packages, mostly spare clothes that they had brought.

“More or less.” Shí Yan didn’t directly answer Jiang Jiuchu’s question, took her hand, walked out of the courtyard, and went towards the back of the yard.

Although Jiang Jiuchu was curious, she didn’t ask again, because as soon as she left the yard, she felt inexplicably scared and directly hugged Shí Yan’s entire arm to her chest.

Shí Yan found it funny, “Why is Chuchu so timid? Have you been reading too many ghost stories?”

Jiang Jiuchu’s hair stood on end, “Ah~, don’t say that word.” She couldn’t bear to hear the word “ghost” so late at night.

Shí Yan’s mouth twitched. He didn’t expect this woman to really be afraid of these illusory things.

He wrapped his arms around Jiang Jiuchu, “Then your husband will carry you.”

Jiang Jiuchu quickly refused, “No need, just hold me, how can I digest if you carry me?”

Shí Yan’s lips curved slightly, looking at Jiang Jiuchu’s eyes, revealing a hint of ill intent under the moonlight, “Your husband has other ways to help you digest.”

“No need, I’ll walk myself.” Jiang Jiuchu’s attention was all on the mountains and forests under the moonlight, and she didn’t pay much attention to Shí Yan’s words, only holding his arm tightly.

Shí Yan sighed helplessly, “Chuchu, don’t be afraid. I’ve lived here for three years. There aren’t any of the things you’re thinking about here. Besides, this place is so high, even if there were, they would be gods.”

The word “gods” made Jiang Jiuchu feel relieved, and she suddenly straightened her back, feeling not afraid at all.

A quarter of an hour later, the two of them stood beside a hot spring that was emitting misty steam.

“Husband, is this… a hot spring?”

Jiang Jiuchu looked at the steaming pool in front of her, released Shí Yan’s hand, squatted down, and probed it. Sure enough, the water was warm.

Shí Yan bent down and placed the small package on a stone beside him, “Yes, I often came here to bathe when I was little. Has Chuchu ever bathed in a hot spring?”

Jiang Jiuchu shook her head, “No… no.”

Whether it was because tonight’s full moon was particularly bright, or the moon on the mountaintop looked even brighter.

She looked at Shí Yan under the moonlight, his handsome features ethereal and unreal, especially his eyes, which looked at her as if they wanted to devour her, with a hint of demonic aura.

An idea suddenly popped into her head: had she been abducted here by some monster that could transform?

She reached out and touched Shí Yan’s face, “Husband, you’re not a monster, are you?”

Hearing this, Shí Yan revealed a bewitching smile, “What, does Chuchu think I look like a monster?”

Shí Yan’s smile made Jiang Jiuchu think he looked even more like one, and she nodded, “A little.”

Shí Yan hooked his lips, reached out to Jiang Jiuchu’s waist, and said in a soft and ambiguous voice, “Then your husband will help you undress. Later, Chuchu can feel for yourself whether your husband is a monster.”

“No… no need, I’ll take it off myself.” Jiang Jiuchu’s little face flushed red, and she instantly understood what Shí Yan meant. This… besides Shí Yan, who else could it be?