GTB Chapter 251

Jiang Jiuchu watched the departing crowd, turned her head, and instructed Green Lo under the porch, “Go get a set of clothes from my brother.”

After giving the order, she turned and entered the room, seeing Shí Yan lying back on the couch. She walked to the table and sat down, stroking the chess pieces in the chess container while leisurely saying, “I heard that a few days ago, a group of ministers urged you to select beauties for your harem.”

Upon hearing this, Shí Yan immediately replied, “Don’t worry, ChuChu, I refused them all and ordered them not to mention it again in the future.”

Jiang Jiuchu shook her head, “Why bother? It would have been one thing before the divorce, but now that we are divorced, you can very well take the smoothest path.”

Shí Yan, upon hearing this, felt somewhat helpless, “ChuChu always seems to get her priorities backward on this point. To me, Shí Yan, the empire is just a smooth path paved for you and me. It’s secondary; you are primary.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s fingers loosened, and she looked up at Shí Yan, rising and walking step by step to the front of the bed. Her eyes were cold, and her tone was fiercely threatening, “Alright, now you insist on sticking to me. If you dare to be unfaithful, then… I’ll dig out your heart and drink your blood.”

Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu, who was approaching like a demon, and swallowed hard, his voice hoarse as he said, “Okay.”

Then, unable to control himself any longer, he reached out to hook Jiang Jiuchu’s neck, wanting to kiss those pink lips that still held a hint of ferocity.

Jiang Jiuchu placed a palm on Shí Yan’s handsome face and pushed him away, saying, “Don’t pass your sickness on to me. I don’t want to drink bitter medicine.”

“Oh,” Shí Yan responded softly, thinking that they had fed each other medicine mouth-to-mouth last night, so the infection would have happened long ago, but he didn’t dare say it.

He could only look at Jiang Jiuchu pleadingly, “Then, can I at least have a hug?”

“Miss, the clothes are here.”

Outside the door, Green Lo’s voice entered their ears. Jiang Jiuchu quickly retreated, saying gloatingly, “Looks like you can’t.”

She turned and walked to the door, opened it, and took the moon-white clothes from Green Lo’s hand, “Go fetch water for washing up.”

After giving the instructions, she turned and walked back into the room, throwing the clothes in her hand to Shí Yan, “Quickly get dressed and return to the palace.”

“Why?” Shí Yan felt a little disappointed when Jiang Jiuchu urged him to leave.

“You are the Emperor. Where else would you go if you don’t return to the palace? Besides, you didn’t even attend the morning court today. Aren’t you going back to review the memorials?”

After Jiang Jiuchu finished speaking, she walked to the bronze mirror, picked up a comb, and gently combed her somewhat disheveled hair.

While Shí Yan was getting dressed, he said, “The Emperor is also human. When he gets sick, he needs to rest.”

Jiang Jiuchu didn’t say anything. Seeing Shí Yan getting off the couch, she quickly stood up and opened the door, just as Green Lo and Green Willow came in carrying two basins of water and breakfast.

While Shí Yan was having breakfast, he glanced at the silent Jiang Jiuchu and then picked up a little dish from in front of him and placed it in Jiang Jiuchu’s bowl, “ChuChu, this is delicious. Have some.”

“Thank you.” Jiang Jiuchu quickly finished the little bit of white porridge in her bowl. As soon as she put down her chopsticks, Shí Yan handed her a white porcelain bottle.

“Help me apply the medicine.”

Jiang Jiuchu looked at Shí Yan’s forehead and then got up and said, “My hands are clumsy. You can sit in front of the bronze mirror and apply it yourself.”

Shí Yan watched Jiang Jiuchu walk towards the door and quickly got up to block Jiang Jiuchu, “Where are you going?”

Jiang Jiuchu paused and looked at Shí Yan, saying, “I’m going to find my master. You should return to the palace as well.”

Upon hearing this, Shí Yan immediately felt unhappy, but he didn’t dare to show even half of it on his face, “You’re going to Yunqing Pavilion?”

Jiang Jiuchu was just going to her master’s residence in West Magpie Alley, not Yunqing Pavilion, but seeing Shí Yan ask this, she deliberately nodded, “Yes, is there anything wrong with that?”

Seeing Green Lo and Green Willow finish cleaning up the breakfast, Shí Yan slammed the door shut, “No, you’re not allowed to go.”

Jiang Jiuchu looked at the door that Shí Yan had closed and asked with her arms crossed, “What? I haven’t even entered your palace yet, and I don’t have any freedom?”

Shí Yan pursed his lips and immediately thought of that man named Mo Lan, then said, “Anyway, you can’t go to Yunqing Pavilion. You’re not allowed to see those men who are flaunting their charms.”

Jiang Jiuchu retorted, “How are they flaunting their charms? Aren’t they just dancing? When you men discuss business or have banquets, including palace banquets, which one doesn’t have dancers performing? Isn’t this a normal thing?”

“Palace banquets are palace banquets. That’s an appreciation of talent. I haven’t gone to brothels.”

Jiang Jiuchu nodded, “Oh, it seems it’s because the place is different. Then, that’s simple. I’ll have them come out to dance, and I won’t go in, and that settles it.”

Shí Yan’s eyes darkened, and he said jealously, “You… you like watching it so much? Is it very good?”

Jiang Jiuchu nodded with a serious face, “Yes, I used to not understand why you men liked to watch women playing the zither and dancing when you were happy or unhappy. Now I understand. It really makes people feel happy when they watch it.”

Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu’s serious and harmless expression and couldn’t help but ask, “Jiang Jiuchu, are you doing this on purpose?”

Jiang Jiuchu asked innocently, “Doing what on purpose? I’m telling the truth. It really makes people feel better.”

As she spoke, she turned to open the door but was pulled aside by Shí Yan, who pinned her against the wall, “So you’re in a bad mood today?”

Jiang Jiuchu wasn’t afraid of him and glared at him, saying, “Can I be in a good mood after being schemed against?”

Shí Yan was stunned upon hearing this and then quickly said, “I don’t understand what ChuChu is saying. I’m really sick.”

“Being real doesn’t mean it’s not a scheme.” After the incident this morning, Jiang Jiuchu had roughly figured it out. She now seriously suspected that Shí Yan had deliberately stood in the rain, deliberately gotten sick, and deliberately fainted in her courtyard.

Although Shí Yan felt guilty, he still shook his head firmly, “Don’t go, okay? If you’re unhappy, I’ll coax you. Besides, I’m a patient now. Can you bear to leave me to watch other men dance?”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jiuchu asked, “You’re not returning to the palace?”

“No, it’s normal for me to rest for a day when I’m sick. I’m not returning to the palace.” Shí Yan thought that he had coughed a lot during the morning court yesterday, all for the sake of resting today. He really missed her so much.

Jiang Jiuchu’s eyes rolled, and then she said, “Alright! Then give me a dance, and I won’t go.”

Upon hearing this, Shí Yan’s handsome face shook, and he was stunned for a long while before saying, “ChuChu, I can’t. Let’s do something else.”

“Hmph, boring. If you’re not dancing, then forget it.” As Jiang Jiuchu spoke, she reached out to pull Shí Yan’s arm, which was blocking the way.

Shí Yan turned around and leaned against the door, “I really can’t. Tell me something I can do, and I’ll definitely do it.”

“Haven’t you been to Yunqing Pavilion? With your ability to remember everything you see, can’t you remember a few moves?”

As Jiang Jiuchu spoke, she turned and walked into the room, sitting at the table and pouring herself a cup of tea, “Ah~, it’s really unfair. I’ve danced for you, but you’re not willing to dance for me.”

Shí Yan thought of the dancers’ postures at Yunqing Pavilion, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he walked over with a bitter face, “My attention was all on ChuChu at the time, and I didn’t pay attention to them. I really can’t dance. How about I dance with a sword for you?”

Jiang Jiuchu put down her teacup and ignored Shí Yan, lying directly on the beauty couch.

She didn’t believe that he hadn’t seen anything. If she didn’t make him dance a section for her to see today, it would be difficult to relieve the depression in her heart. Moreover, she really wanted to see him dance.