SWHCBB 30

Chapter 30: Who Could Possibly Resist This?

Wen Jue sat obediently against the headboard. A spoonful of lotus seed soup was brought to his lips, and he opened his mouth slightly to drink it down, soaking his pale lips until they were a rosy red.

Jiang Chuang fed him slowly, one spoonful at a time. “How does it taste? Too sweet or too bland?”

Wen Jue swallowed the lotus seed and replied slowly, “The taste is just right. It’s just not cold enough… it feels like it’s missing something.”

“When you’re as strong as an ox like me and no longer have a cold constitution or fear the chill, then you can have all the iced foods you want.”

Jiang Chuang pinched the tip of his nose. “You’re just begging to be messed with. The more I try to rein you in, the more rebellious you get. Now that you can’t be messed with, you’re getting cocky, aren’t you?”

He always spoke so crudely, and Wen Jue still hadn’t gotten used to it. His ears turned slightly red. He wanted to tease Jiang Chuang and watch him lose control.

But just a few days ago, he had indeed gone too far with his teasing. Not only did it exhaust his own hands, but in the end, he was the one left hanging, stomach in knots, on the verge of tears with no relief in sight.

Jiang Chuang treated Bai Yuan’s words like sacred decree. If the Physician said once a month, then it would only be once a month. He watched Wen Jue like a hawk and didn’t allow the slightest loophole.

He even worried Wen Jue might secretly relieve himself, so he had special tools custom-made. Things Wen Jue had never even seen before, saying that only if Wen Jue wore them could he go to court with peace of mind.

Wen Jue no longer dared to provoke Jiang Chuang easily, but he still felt indignant. With a frown, he complained, “Clearly the one being cocky is you. You know I can’t do anything and yet you deliberately hold my hand… not only leaving me unbearably itchy, but then you turn around and scold me for not taking care of myself. All the benefits and good reputations go to you. You pretend to be carefree and unruly, but really, you’re calculating and cunning!”

When Jiang Chuang offered him another spoonful of lotus seed soup, he turned his head away coldly and refused to drink.

“Are you mad?” Jiang Chuang set down the spoon and leaned in slowly. Wen Jue said nothing, just turned his head a little more to avoid him.

“Really mad?” Jiang Chuang bent over, their faces almost touching. Seeing the faint anger on Wen Jue’s face, he scratched his head nervously and quickly tried to explain.

“I–this was all for your own good, okay? How could I possibly resist you like this? I’m not sick, so of course I want to do whatever I want, but you’re different! Come on, just bear with it a little longer. Once you’re better, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me, okay?”

“No!” Wen Jue flatly refused. He reached out to push Jiang Chuang, but didn’t budge him at all. “Physician Bai said my illness might never be cured! If I’d never tasted you, then maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. But now…”

His voice gradually softened, turning coaxing and seductive. “But you… you’re always tempting me on purpose, seducing me…”

He leaned in closer to Jiang Chuang’s ear. “Speaking softly beside me…”

His hand slid over Jiang Chuang’s chest. “Touching me…”

His lips grazed Jiang Chuang’s cheek, lingering like a kiss but not quite. “Always kissing me…”

His hand moved downward. “How could I possibly hold back~”

Jiang Chuang gulped. After all that, he was already standing at full attention, energized and ready for battle.

“I… I…” Jiang Chuang really wanted to just grab his hand and go for it, but Wen Jue had already pulled away and then gave him a hard shove. Caught off guard, Jiang Chuang nearly fell off the bed.

“You don’t even understand how miserable I feel, you only tease me and scold me!” Wen Jue’s expression turned cold again. “Is this what you call caring for me? Hurting for me?”

He coughed hard twice after speaking.

As expected, Jiang Chuang panicked. He immediately leaned over and pulled him into his arms, coaxing softly, “That’s not what I meant. I just… I can’t help myself when I look at you, I just want to tease you, to be close to you. Maybe… maybe I used the wrong approach. From now on, as long as it doesn’t harm your body, I’ll do whatever you want me to. Don’t be mad, bottling things up will only hurt your health.”

Wen Jue fought to keep the corners of his mouth from curving up, struggling to suppress a mischievous smile. He kept his face impassive. “Really? You’ll do whatever I say?”

“Really!”

Wen Jue mumbled, “Then I want you to never relieve yourself on your own again. However long I endure, you have to endure with me. We endure together!”

Well, it was just momentary pleasure anyway, nothing compared to how important Jue was. And besides, what Jue said wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t supposed to break his vows. How could Jiang Chuang keep tempting him?

Jiang Chuang nodded seriously. “Alright! I’ll endure it with you!”

Though it might be difficult, Jiang Chuang didn’t think he couldn’t do it.

He wasn’t someone who acted on base impulses. If it weren’t for being so close to Jue, he wouldn’t lose control like this.

Wen Jue smiled gently and, as if rewarding him, patted his head. “My husband is the best~”

Jiang Chuang breathed a sigh of relief and casually combed through his hair. “Still mad? How about I take you for a walk in the courtyard, roast you a chicken, and you can play the qin while I cook?”

Wen Jue nodded. Just hearing him talk like that sparked anticipation. He’d felt groggy these past days, but perhaps because his elder sister had come today, he felt more energized.

“Why don’t we invite Physician Bai and that strategist Zhuge too? It’ll be livelier. Physician Bai likes chicken too.” He knew Jiang Chuang liked having a crowd. “And we haven’t properly thanked Strategist Zhuge for all his help.”

Jiang Chuang hugged him tightly and didn’t move. Wen Jue, puzzled, was about to push him when Jiang Chuang hugged him tighter.

“Don’t move,” Jiang Chuang said with an embarrassed cough. “I’m… not done cooling off yet…”

Then quickly changed the subject. “Forget them, I just want to be with you. You don’t know how noisy Zhuge Qing is, he can’t sit still, always teasing Physician Bai. If he pushes too far, Physician Bai might poison him mute.”

Wen Jue laughed and didn’t tease him further, it was best to stop at just the right moment. “Then you’ll have to stop him. He’s your only strategist. What will you do if he’s poisoned mute?”

“Then Zhiyu will be my strategist. I’ll kick that rascal out.” Jiang Chuang didn’t hesitate.

Wen Jue was slightly stunned, then smiled and murmured, “I can’t be your strategist.”

Once Jiang Chuang had calmed his “little general,” he helped Wen Jue to his feet. “Come, I’ll do your hair. You won’t need Changning anymore.”

Since Wen Jue’s health started failing, Changning no longer sneaked in at night to do his makeup. It wasn’t good to exhaust him. So Wen Jue had been going barefaced all this time.

Jiang Chuang’s interest in him hadn’t faded in the least. This eased Wen Jue’s heart and made him believe, somewhat reluctantly, what Changning had said: His Highness looks good whether he wears makeup or not.

Wen Jue had been blind for so many years; how could he know what he looked like? He only knew he was said to be good-looking. And if that were the case, he would use that to its fullest in front of Jiang Chuang.

Jiang Chuang led him to the dressing table. Recalling how Changning did it, he gently lifted Jue’s long hair and carefully combed it. Then he paused, falling silent…

Changning’s technique had been quite masterful. He would loosely tie half of Jue’s hair into a bun with just a single hairpin, no headpiece, no tight binding. It matched Jue’s elegant temperament perfectly, while also allowing him to easily undo it for rest.

Jiang Chuang had to admit, he was still too green.

Wen Jue sensed his hesitation and smiled, handing him a hair ribbon. “Just use the ribbon. No need to make it complicated.”

“Alright.” Jiang Chuang didn’t try to show off. He tied the gathered hair with a blue ribbon. The ribbon’s tails hung down to match the rest of Wen Jue’s hair, swaying gently as Wen Jue turned his head. It made Jiang Chuang feel like he was glimpsing something otherworldly.

“Does it look good?” Wen Jue asked.

Jiang Chuang couldn’t help but half-kneel in front of him, cupping his face and kissing him with a light peck. “It looks good! So, so good!”

He didn’t know how to be poetic, this was the best he could do.

But Wen Jue was happy. “It’s only because my husband does my hair well.”

Just as Jiang Chuang was about to respond, a servant’s voice came from outside the room.

“Your humble servant has something to report. General, Your Highness, Chicken Supervisor is currently waiting in the courtyard, crying and begging for an audience with His Highness to confess her guilt.”

Though he already knew Yuan Xiang had been sent off to raise chickens, hearing someone call her “Chicken Supervisor” for the first time still made Wen Jue find it amusing.

Jiang Chuang frowned. If she had something to say, she could come to him directly. Why bother Zhiyu?

Wen Jue said, “Let her wait in the outer hall.”

“Yes!” the servant replied respectfully.