SWHCBB 61

Chapter 61: Darling Husband, Don’t Be Angry~

Looking back now, it wasn’t necessarily true that the Third Prince had no hand in that incident. There were too many unreasonable points, there was no reason for the Sixth Prince to carry the scent of herbs that would attract wild beasts on his person.

And from beginning to end, the vultures had only targeted two people: the Sixth Prince and the Third Prince.

Wen Jue had been scratched twice. Once in passing when the vulture couldn’t catch him and gave up, and once when he was too close to the death beast, but after Jiang Chuang shielded him, it didn’t come after him again.

Only the Third Prince had been injured right at the start, and then led the vultures flying toward the camp. Later, he took a blow in place of the Fourth Prince, did the vulture really want to attack the Fourth Prince?

Not necessarily. But taking that hit for him was enough to make the Fourth Prince even more loyal to the Third Prince.

When had he exposed himself to the Third Prince? When did the Third Prince make his move against the Sixth Prince? None of them knew. By the time they realized, they had already become the mantis in the belly of the oriole.

Wen Jue didn’t reveal that it was he who had set the trap, but he had more or less said everything else. Then he clung to Jiang Chuang and wheedled, “Don’t be mad, don’t be mad~ Husband, I confessed everything! Come on, don’t be angry~”

Jiang Chuang’s lips had already grown tired from trying to hold back a smile, and still he couldn’t suppress it. He wanted to laugh but had to stifle it, his expression awkward. Just then, the carriage came to a stop, it had arrived at the General’s residence.

He was the first to get off the carriage. Wen Jue blinked in confusion and poked his head out, thinking Jiang Chuang was still mad and wanted to leave him behind.

Just as he was weighing how to coax his angry husband, his foot hadn’t even touched the step when an arm wrapped around his waist. Jiang Chuang picked him up, binding his legs and waist so tightly he couldn’t move at all.

Even though there was faint candlelight at the entrance, it was useless to Wen Jue, once it got dark, he was blind again. He couldn’t see Jiang Chuang’s expression and had to judge his mood by his breathing.

But Jiang Chuang, who had just been seen through by Wen Jue via his breathing, had already learned to mask it. Now Wen Jue couldn’t read him at all and was terribly uneasy.

Jiang Chuang glanced at him. “Ahem, just a reminder, I’m still mad!”

Wen Jue lowered his eyes pitifully. “But I really told you everything, husband. Honesty deserves leniency~”

Jiang Chuang didn’t really want to make it hard on him. “Alright then, tonight you wear that…”

He whispered into Wen Jue’s ear. By the time he finished, Wen Jue’s face was already bright red. He clung to Jiang Chuang’s arm and murmured, “Yes.”

His face was red with embarrassment, but he thought: You’re the one who asked for this. When the time comes, who seduces who, and who loses control first, is anyone’s guess!

Wen Jue buried his face into Jiang Chuang’s shoulder as if he was embarrassed, but secretly curled his lips into a silent smile.

Before entering the room, Wen Jue suddenly remembered something and asked Jiang Chuang to put him down quickly and called for Changning.

But when it came to writing a secret letter to his royal sister, he thought and thought, hesitated again and again, and finally sighed and shook his head.

“Forget it. You can go back,” Wen Jue said. Changning asked no questions and left.

Seeing he seemed troubled, Jiang Chuang stopped teasing and led him into the room before asking, “What’s wrong? What are you worrying about again?”

There was nothing he couldn’t say to him. “It’s nothing. I just remembered that during the banquet, the Third Prince brought up the matter of bestowing a marriage. I wanted to warn my royal sister to be on guard. Father Emperor says he’ll be cautious with her marriage, but the candidate for imperial son-in-law isn’t something we can choose. He must not be allowed!”

Jiang Chuang asked him, “Then why did you send Changning away empty-handed?”

Wen Jue let him help remove his boots and massage his feet. “There’s no need for me to say it. Sister already knows. I had wanted to suggest someone. If an imperial son-in-law must be chosen, Han Sheng, Assistant Minister Han by her side, is the perfect choice. But then I thought, surely Sister knows this herself. If she hasn’t chosen him, there must be a reason why.”

“Han Sheng? He comes from a noble lineage and became an assistant minister at such a young age, he really is an excellent candidate,” Jiang Chuang nodded.

Wen Jue sighed. “He’s served by her side for more than seven years. If she had wanted to take him in, she would’ve done it already. Though he’s important to her, he hasn’t reached that level.”