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"That's natural," Jiuli hugged Jiang San again, "So you don't have to compromise. If you don't want to sit, don't do it. No one can put pressure on you. Our Jiang Jiang will not be wronged, not even a little bit, understand?"

"With the support of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, I can walk around the capital with my head held high," Jiang San (Jiang Che) raised his chin with a proud look on his face, and then lowered his head for a moment, looking at Jiuli, "Being crowned a king at a young age, your wife must have suffered a lot, right?"

"Isn't everything fine now? What could possibly happen to me? It's all in the past," Jiuli stroked Jiang San's hair, "Jiang Jiang feels sorry for me, right? Then you have to treat me well in the future."

"What are you saying, my wife? I am sincere to you and have never been perfunctory or deceitful. But you have hidden a lot of things from me. If I hadn't known about it, you could have kept it a secret for a long time." Jiang San rolled his eyes and said.

After saying that, he held the teacup and drank water in big gulps to relieve his dry mouth. Jiuli sat there and added tea to the cups one by one.

Jiang San accepted all the water that was offered to him and drank cup after cup of water.

"Haven't you had enough to drink yet?" Jiuli picked up the purple clay teapot again, which was empty, and handed it to Qingling beside him.

"That's enough. My wife is pouring tea for me. I feel embarrassed to refuse." Jiang San touched his stomach. "I drank a little too much." He burped. "I need to eat later."

"Are you still thinking about eating? You've almost drunk enough water." Jiuli glanced at Jiang San and said unhappily, "It's not like I won't pour you water in the future. Do you have to drink so much water in one go?"

"The future is the future, and the present is the present. How can they be confused with each other? Right? Wife?" Jiang San grinned.

"Still laughing," Jiuli stretched out her hand and pinched Jiang San's cheek, "Remember next time, put down the cup after you finish drinking and I won't pour water for you."

"Don't I just want to enjoy my wife taking care of me more? I promise I won't do it again next time," Jiang San was thinking in his heart that he should do the same next time, otherwise his wife would remember him?

"You'll do it again next time." Jiuli pinched Jiang San's waist, "You're really helpless."

"It's better to make my wife helpless," Jiang San shrank back, but he didn't mean to avoid it at all. Instead, he smiled and moved closer. "My wife can't do anything to me, which means she is giving me a break."

"You are the only one who can talk," Jiuli lowered her head good-temperedly.

"Of course I can talk, and I only say nice things to my wife." Jiang San said skillfully, "Isn't my wife going back?"

It’s getting dark now. It’s not a good idea to stay here, right?

"Are you trying to drive me away?" Jiuli's eyes fell on Jiang San's face, "Jiang Jiang, you were not like this before."

"I'm just afraid that you have other things to do. It would be bad if you delay things. How could I chase my wife away? That's absolutely impossible." Jiang San said as he grabbed his sleeve.

"My dear wife, will you accompany me today?" He looked at Jiuli with sparkling eyes and shook his fingertips.

"What do you think?" Jiuli looked at her hands on her sleeves.

"Need I say more? Of course I want to be with my wife forever, and never be separated." Jiang San leaned against Jiuli with full dependence and hugged her hands.

"Aren't we always together?" Jiuli tilted her head and pinched Jiang San's cheek, "How was your time at the Jiang family?"

Although she could know some things through Qing Ling, she still preferred to listen to Jiang San's words.

"Not so good," Jiang San sat up straight and looked at Jiuli seriously, "The Duke of Zhenguo dotes on me very much, but her doting obviously has a purpose. Maybe she already knows that you are my wife, and she wants to take sides by showing goodwill."

"It's good for her whether it succeeds or not," Jiang San's eyes became deep. He still didn't have the fate of a mother and son.

"My grandmother is nice to me, but she sees my father through me more often. My brothers and sisters hardly ever appear in front of me. As for Jiang Mu," Jiang San said, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"What's wrong with Jiang Mu?" Jiuli's eyes changed slightly, and she was already thinking about whether she should take the initiative.

"He was so good to me," Jiang San said with some doubt, "He brought me into the circle and introduced me to friends. He was a very qualified brother, better than the Duke of Zhenguo."

"Isn't this bad?" Jiuli touched Jiang San's hair, "You just think too much, he just wants to befriend you."

"Could that be the case?" Jiang San nodded, "My dear wife, have you had a wonderful time these past few days?"

"I'm fine, but I feel better seeing you." Jiuli smiled even more deeply as she thought of what happened in the past few days.

"Then when will my wife take me home?" Jiang San took advantage of the situation and stretched out his hand to interlock Jiuli's fingers.

"The Prince of Yan's Mansion still needs to be tidied up. I will definitely pick you up as soon as possible to show you our new home." Jiuli ignored Jiang San's little actions and let him do what he wanted.

"Okay," Jiang San lay in Jiuli's arms, drowsy, with the tassel beside his ear swaying, "I'm a little sleepy."

"Then take a nap. I'll stay with you just like we did in Taohua Village," Jiuli patted Jiang San on the back, speaking softly.

"Wife, if you have something to do, you don't have to wait for me," Jiang San struggled to finish his words, rubbing his face in Jiuli's arms, and then his breathing slowly became steady, and he slept soundly.

After he fell asleep, Jiuli slowly carried him back to the inner room and lowered the mandarin duck bed curtains on both sides to cover his figure.

The sky was a little gloomy the next day, and soon the sound of drizzling rain began. When Jiang San woke up, he found himself being held by someone. He knew that his wife must not have left last night.

"You've been guarding me all night like this?" His voice was still hoarse from having just woken up. He took the water and drank it.

"I took some time to sleep for a while," Jiuli lowered her head and rubbed Jiang San's forehead, then hugged him tightly.

"You are very brave. You are not afraid of being discovered by the Duke of Zhenguo," Jiang San poked Jiuli, "and you are still here all night."

"Don't I come here every day?" Jiuli said disapprovingly, "If she knows, she will just turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it. You don't have to worry about it."

"My wife is very powerful," Jiang San said sarcastically, "I'm going to get up. I have to pay my respects to her later." He glanced out the window.

"Greetings?" Jiuli supported her forehead, "Are you going to let me stay here and wait for you to come back?"

"Will my wife wait?" Jiang San combed his long hair.

"Wait." Jiuli half leaned on the soft pillow.

"Do you think it looks like a beautiful girl hidden in a golden house?" Jiang San tied up his long hair casually and sat on the bed and joked while it was still early.

"So am I the delicate one you've hidden?" Jiuli's tone was a little teasing, and the next sentence was mixed with helplessness, "You're really getting more and more naughty."