SWHCBB 50

Chapter 50: Yunchuan, You Look So Good in Court Robes

After returning from court, Jiang Chuang noticed something a little off about his little husband.

While talking to him, Wen Jue would suddenly zone out mid-sentence, just staring blankly in his direction.

When asked what was wrong, he only shook his head and gave a small smile, then reached out to touch Jiang Chuang, as if testing something out. Odd.

But Jiang Chuang found sweetness in his dazed behavior and smiled like a fool right along with him. Two fools together, quite a match.

On the way to Bai Yuan’s room, Wen Jue kept wandering off, veering toward things like a curious little child.

Right now, for example, he was standing on a small bridge in the garden, staring off at who-knows-what.

Jiang Chuang asked, “What’s wrong? What are you doing?”

Wen Jue turned his head toward him. Still unable to see clearly, he suddenly reached out and tugged Jiang Chuang’s collar, pulling him close.

Jiang Chuang bent down obediently, bringing their faces close together.

Only then could Wen Jue barely make out some outlines of his features, his eyebrows seemed thick, his nose looked just as tall as he’d imagined, and his eyes… seemed to be smiling at him.

A soft kiss fell on Jiang Chuang’s forehead, Wen Jue imitated the way he usually kissed him, careful and precious.

The servants sweeping nearby kept their eyes glued to the ground, circling the bridge again and again, pretending to be busy.

Jiang Chuang couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s this about, Wen Xiao Yu? Reminding me that I forgot to kiss you when I got back?”

Zhiyu shook his head, and with effort, rasped out a faint voice, “The flowers… smell nice… I wanted to kiss.”

Jiang Chuang didn’t quite get it. Sure, the garden flowers smelled nice, but how did that relate to wanting to kiss him? Did that mean if the flowers didn’t smell nice, he wouldn’t want to kiss him?

Forget it. Jiang Chuang, being a gentleman, leaned in to return the kiss. “Was that enough? If not, we can kiss a couple more times. Let Divine Physician Bai wait a bit longer!”

Wen Jue shook his head and gently pushed him away. “Let’s go.”

Jiang Chuang knew not to press when it mattered, so he simply held his hand and walked with him toward Bai Yuan’s room.

He didn’t notice Wen Jue’s slight recovery of vision, and Wen Jue didn’t intend to say anything. He looked at Jiang Chuang beside him, remembering the image etched into his mind: a dark crimson outer robe layered over black court dress, that was how Yunchuan looked to him now.

After a few glances, his eyes began to ache again, pain radiating through his head, nearly knocking him unconscious.

He’d meant to tell him the surprise after court, but now he hesitated.

What if this sight was only temporary, a fleeting illusion? What if tomorrow he fell back into darkness again?

Then what was the point of telling anyone, especially Yunchuan, and making them feel the same disappointment?

Wen Jue hated hearing comforting words at such times. They only made the pain worse. It was enough for him to bear it alone; he didn’t want those he cared about to suffer with him.

If his vision only lasted a day, he wanted to see as much as he could. He wanted to remember Yunchuan’s face and figure.

So that, even a hundred years later, when he went to the afterlife, he wouldn’t mistake someone else for Yunchuan again.

Standing outside Bai Yuan’s room, before entering, Wen Jue looked at Jiang Chuang and smiled. Enduring the pain in his throat, he whispered, “I’ll remember this, Yunchuan.”

Jiang Chuang was confused. “Remember what?”

Wen Jue just shook his head and walked in without answering.

Jiang Chuang didn’t press him. If he forced him to speak now, it might strain his healing throat.

So instead, Jiang Chuang stayed under the tree practicing sword forms with a fallen branch. Imagining enemies before him, his gaze turned sharp and fierce. Every stroke cut deep into the leaves, leaving long gouges.

Born in the slums, he’d won every battle on sheer tenacity. He had a burning desire to live. He’d charge when he should, run when he must.

He’d escaped death countless times and saved Zhuge Qing. With Zhuge Qing handling strategy, battles became much easier, no more death traps.

But he knew this couldn’t go on forever. Chen Lin, unable to watch any longer, somehow dug up ancient sword manuals and forced him to train.

Funny, really, a general taking orders from his own subordinate. But Chen Lin with his cold face was scary enough, and Jiang Chuang understood it was all for his sake, so he trained.

On the battlefield, it really did make killing easier.

He’d once thought Chen Lin praised him for talent, but later realized it was just a trick to motivate him.

In his past life, he’d often thought: if Chen Lin hadn’t forced him to learn swordsmanship, he wouldn’t have lived long enough to rescue Zhiyu.

Still, without Zhuge Qing’s plans, neither of them would’ve survived.

This life was different, but Jiang Chuang didn’t relax. He trained harder than ever, partly to keep his body strong, to keep the muscles Wen Jue liked so much. So that, when Zhiyu regained his sight, he’d only have eyes for him.

Thinking that, Jiang Chuang grinned like an idiot.

At the appointed time, the room door opened. Wen Jue slowly stepped out, holding his cane but not leaning on it. He walked slowly, stopping after a few steps until Jiang Chuang came bounding over.

Before he could speak, Wen Jue smiled slightly, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Jiang Chuang asked, “How do you feel today?”

Wen Jue wrapped his arms around his waist and nodded.

Knowing he couldn’t speak much yet, Jiang Chuang carried him in his arms. Along the way, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Wen Jue was staring at him. When he looked down, he met those familiar blank eyes.

That swallowed the question in his throat.

Wen Jue was suppressing the excitement in his chest. He still couldn’t talk properly, so no matter how thrilled he was, he had no way to say it.

Bai Yuan had said his eyes would slowly recover. Once his voice was fully healed, he would tell Yun Chuan everything!

Jiang Chuang had no idea. He didn’t dare ask Bai Yuan, and Bai Yuan didn’t bother to say.

On the third morning, Wen Jue was woken by Jiang Chuang dressing for court again. When he opened his eyes, things looked… a little clearer.

For example, Jiang Chuang wasn’t just a vague block of color anymore, but a shape composed of clear angles. It was as if a layer of fog had been lifted.

He still couldn’t see clearly, but it was already a huge surprise for Wen Jue.

Jiang Chuang had just put on his court hat and turned around to see him awake again. He immediately leaned in, kissed him, and coaxed, “Sleep a bit more. Anything you want to eat today? I’ll bring it back after court.”

“Oh, and I heard the bookstore has new novels. I’ll grab one too! Just sleep, and when you wake, your husband will have everything ready for you!”

He sat beside Wen Jue, but Wen Jue ignored the coaxing. He sat up stubbornly.

Up close, Jiang Chuang’s features were even clearer. No matter how he looked, Wen Jue found him pleasing to the eye.

He tried to speak, and found his throat didn’t hurt anymore.

Jiang Chuang was thrilled. “Your throat doesn’t hurt? Looks like that candy I bought actually worked!”

Wen Jue was just as happy. In a soft voice, he dropped a thunderbolt in Jiang Chuang’s ears:

“Yunchuan, you look so good in your court robes. When you get back, don’t change, wear them for me again, alright?”

Jiang Chuang was still smiling, until the meaning of the words registered in his brain.

All remaining sleep vanished. His eyes went wide. His breath caught.

“You you you–” His lips trembled. He couldn’t form a full sentence.

Zhiyu’s eyes curved as he smiled.

“I can see!”