CH 82

“You just want to act cute, don’t you?” Jiang Qingyue was tightly held in his arms. After listening to his explanation, he promptly saw through it, patting his back and pinching his cheek. “Let go, I can’t breathe.”

“Mmm… insolent!” Ren Shuhan only loosened his grip slightly, biting his neck and mumbling, “I command you, don’t bully me.”

Jiang Qingyue lightly chuckled, “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

Ren Shuhan stared at him for a moment, then pinned him to the bed and tickled him.

“Teasing me?”

Jiang Qingyue hurriedly begged for mercy, “I won’t dare again!”

“You shouldn’t call me ‘Your Majesty’ when teasing me like this,” Ren Shuhan was afraid he might laugh too hard, so he quickly let him go, only pinching his waist and said seriously, “You’ll be officially married to me in the future.”

Jiang Qingyue leaned against his shoulder, his eyes looking somewhat melancholic as he hugged his neck and said, “Why wait for the future, don’t leave tonight, stay with me in the bridal chamber.”

Ren Shuhan disagreed and tried to leave as he released him, “No, there won’t be any freshness if we do that.”

Why did he feel like he was becoming more and more playful… Jiang Qingyue sighed helplessly, feeling too embarrassed to ask him to stay again, so he just held his hand and didn’t let go.

Ren Shuhan’s hands were very beautiful, with long and slender fingers, wide and sturdy palms. Compared to the previous worlds where he didn’t practice martial arts, there was a thin callus on the fingertips and palms, but it didn’t look rough. Instead, it brought a different feeling when touching him.

“Your original hands…”

Jiang Qingyue, in order to cover his own shyness, lightly tapped his palm with his index finger.

“Are they much better looking than these?” Ren Shuhan asked.

“They are the same,” Jiang Qingyue smiled, “but much rougher than now.”

Ren Shuhan flicked his earlobe, “Don’t despise me.”

Of course not.

“I really like them,” Jiang Qingyue said softly.

He liked the sight of him practicing martial arts, the marks left by practicing various weapons, the feeling when his hands caressed him from his back all the way down to finally holding his ankles. He liked them all, so he kissed his palm.

“Darling,” Ren Shuhan couldn’t hold back anymore, lifting his chin to kiss him, “Marry me soon, okay? Or should I marry you instead? What do you think?”

In the setting of this book, men marrying into the family was no different from women, and if they wanted a grand wedding, Ren Shuhan was afraid his beloved wouldn’t like it.

But Jiang Qingyue immediately agreed with a smile, “Okay, come and marry me soon.”

That day, Ren Shuhan rushed back to the palace, and in the middle of the night, he announced to Wen Xin and Jiang Zhe to prepare for the grand wedding and the coronation.

“The sooner the better, keep it simple,” Ren Shuhan paused, “but it still needs to be grand.”

This was a contradictory statement, leaving Jiang Zhe puzzled, but grateful.

Wen Xin, on the other hand, was full of question marks: Why did the young master change his mind again?

But Ren Shuhan’s thoughts were unpredictable. Wen Xin didn’t say anything and went to arrange everything. The next day, he brought countless boxes to the Jiang Mansion to propose and do makeup.

When Ren Shuhan entered the mansion, Jiang Qingci, who had been tied back home by Jiang Zhe and was trying to escape from the front yard, was stunned.

What?!

Didn’t we just separate? Why are you coming to me for reconciliation so soon?

And why didn’t you discuss it with me beforehand, just forcing me into marriage like this… Oh, Jiang Qingci understood. He thought the previous marriage was too shabby, so now he’s giving me a proper ceremony.

He forgot the humiliation he caused me on the day he forced me to leave the palace, didn’t he?

“Carry him away,” Jiang Qingci shouted at Wen Xin, “I’m not going into the palace.”

Wen Xin: “Hmm.”

Jiang Qingci stamped his foot. “Carry him away!”

Everyone in the Jiang Mansion looked at the young master in disbelief.

Most of the relatives from other branches were unaware of the situation. They thought Jiang Qingci was so arrogant because he relied on favoritism, no wonder the Emperor divorced him.

But since they had already divorced, why was he here again?

Was he refusing to marry again, and the Emperor wanted to win her over with the position and these betrothal gifts?

That was too infatuated. No wonder Jiang Qingci dared to be so arrogant!

Only Jiang Zhe and Madam Jiang knew. The latter couldn’t help but smirk inwardly, relishing in others’ misfortunes, while the former was furious, pulling Jiang Qingci’s sleeve and scolding, “You disrespectful child, kneel down!”

Wen Xin, who valued dignity, was also somewhat displeased. This former princess1Since Ren Shuhan was a prince before becoming Emperor now, Jiang Qingci is called that way because he was betrothed to him at that time was in his twenties, and in ordinary families, he would have several children by now. How could he be called a “child”? How embarrassing!

As a former member of the martial world who became a covert guard, Wen Xin never held herself with airs. Under the influence of Ren Shuhan, she rarely followed the rules and formalities. However, this time she said coldly, “Kneel down and receive the edict.”

Only then did Jiang Qingci grunt and kneel down to listen…

And everyone else who was unaware was shocked!

The imperial decree was extraordinarily long, with a slew of flattering words before the name of the Empress. Wen Xin’s throat became sore after reading it, and Jiang Qingci initially listened with a smug satisfaction. But when he realized something wasn’t right, Jiang Qingyue had already received the decree.

It was then that Jiang Qingci noticed Jiang Qingyue never kneeled from the beginning.

The people Wen Xin brought specially supported him, allowing him to stand and receive the imperial seal and register. As a token of gratitude, Jiang Qingyue calmly rewarded them with money, indicating that he had prepared everything in advance!

Jiang Qingci stared at him stupidly, forgetting how he had ended up back in his room.

He didn’t sleep all night.

Jiang Qingyue also didn’t sleep until late at night because Ren Shuhan came to him again, to discuss the wedding arrangements.

“This is too tiring,” “That one’s fun,” the two of them made their choices and finalized a particularly simple set of procedures just to enjoy life. The wedding was set for the day after tomorrow. They didn’t want to delay such a good day.

Jiang Qingyue woke up a bit late the next day and didn’t go to greet his parents.

In the Jiang Mansion, the husband was old while the wife was young. His birth mother was too young; she gave birth to him at the age of fourteen. Her temperament revolved around her husband, so she sent him to be raised by Jiang Zhe’s previous wife to avoid gossip. Jiang Qingyue didn’t have deep feelings for her, and now Jiang Zhe was also insincere towards his youngest son. Thus, Jiang Qingyue simply kept to himself and rarely visited his parents.

With the system, he now cared more about the mermaid couple who raised him in the other world.

So, after having breakfast in his own room, when he was almost done eating, he took a bowl of bird’s nest and brought it to Jiang Qingci.

When Jiang Qingci saw him, his whole body trembled.

Earlier today, in the dead of night, he had gone to the kitchen in his younger brother’s residence and mixed half a bottle of rat poison into the bird’s nest, intending to kill Jiang Qingyue.

Because after thinking it over, he couldn’t take the risk: if Jiang Qingyue entered the palace and Emperor Lu hadn’t discovered Jiang Qingyue’s true nature yet, then he wouldn’t be able to avenge his past life’s grudge. He couldn’t rely on Emperor Lu now; he could only take revenge himself!

And deep down in Jiang Qingci’s heart, a voice told him:

Kill him.

He’ll be dead, and all of today’s events will belong to you. You’ll be rid of the ridicule of being overly sentimental.

Even if he hasn’t harmed you in this life, so what? He must be that kind of person. If he doesn’t act against you now, he’ll harm others sooner or later. You did nothing wrong!

But Jiang Qingci never expected that Jiang Qingyue would find out.

“Elder brother,” Jiang Qingyue politely called him, speaking gently, “I won’t beat around the bush with you. I’ll tell you straight out. The Jiang Qingyue you knew from your past life is already dead, and he’s not me. So, the debts and grievances belong to someone else, not to me. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. I’ve said my piece. I hope you can let go of the past and live well in the future.”

Naturally, Jiang Qingci didn’t believe it, but his face turned gray, and he was too scared to speak.

He didn’t know that Jiang Qingyue had a system, so he naturally didn’t understand how he knew so much.

He only knew one thing, and that was that he couldn’t accept it.

As long as Jiang Qingyue wasn’t dead, his hatred would never be appeased.

Man, that smells like trouble coming from Jiang Qingci.

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