On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lijie pushed a bowl of clear soup with green onions and egg drops floating in front of Wushe, her voice soft and homely.

"Oh, okay!" Wushe responded hurriedly and took the bowl, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he took the opportunity to grab Lijie's wrist before she could retract it.

Her wrist was slender, and her skin was still smooth and firm. His skinny fingers gently stroked her delicate skin, his eyes filled with undisguised obsession and a hint of ingratiating smile.

"Lijie, how come your hands are still as soft and smooth as they were back then..."

Li Jie's wrist stiffened slightly, and two faint red clouds instantly appeared on her face, as beautiful as a young girl.

She tried to pull her hand back, and said angrily, "You old pervert! Just eat, why are you touching me? You're in your sixties, and you have no shame!"

She complained with her mouth, but her eyes were not full of anger. Instead, there was a hint of subtle indulgence and embarrassment.

Wushe chuckled, and instead of letting go, he went a step further and gently scratched the most sensitive part of the inside of her wrist with his fingertips, causing Lijie's body to tremble slightly, as if she had been hit by an electric current.

He lowered his voice, his voice hoarse with a hint of ambiguity: "Are you embarrassed? Why should you be embarrassed in front of your own wife? Besides,"

He leaned in closer and could almost smell the faint scent of soapberries in Li Jie's hair. "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I've missed you so much. Your cooking skills are still so good. This braised pork is fatty but not greasy, and melts in your mouth. It tastes just like the way I remember it when you secretly cooked for me in the backyard of Jinling Zuixianlou!"

There was a deep sense of nostalgia in his eyes.

When Li Jie mentioned the backyard of Jinling Zuixianlou, the blush on her face deepened and her eyes became dazed for a moment, as if she had returned to those young days that were full of danger and secret sweetness.

She finally pulled her hand back with all her strength, picked up her chopsticks and knocked the tip of Wushe's chopsticks that were reaching for the braised pork, feigning anger and saying, "Stop talking about those trivial things! Eat your food! It won't taste good if it gets cold."

She also picked up a piece of tofu, lowered her head and ate it in small bites, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, concealing the turmoil in her heart.

Wushe proudly picked up a large piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it contentedly and mumbled, "Mmm... delicious! So fragrant! Hehehehe."

After the obscene laugh, he put down the bowl, and his skinny hand reached under the table restlessly again, accurately covering the back of Lijie's hand on her leg.

The rough calluses on the palm of her hand rubbed against the delicate back of her hand, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Hehe," Wushe laughed like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish, his fingers gently drawing circles on the back of her hand, "Lijie..."

"Hmm?" Li Jie didn't dodge anymore, but let him hold her hand. Her other hand was still slowly picking up dishes, as if she was completely unaware of the little movements under the table. Only the blush at the roots of her ears quietly spread to her neck.

"Do you think we've finally had our happy ending after all the hardship? That scumbag has finally been eliminated by the prince. Isn't it time to let go of those things in your heart?"

When Li Jie mentioned that scumbag, her hand that was picking up the food suddenly stopped, the blush on her face faded instantly, and her eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, as if she had turned back into the dreaded leader of the Tiandao Sect.

An invisible chill emanated from her.

Wushe immediately noticed her change, secretly cursing himself for being rude, and quickly tightened his grip on her hand, his voice filled with urgency and soothing: "Lijie! Lijie! Don't even think about it! It's all in the past! That bastard deserved to die! The prince acted on behalf of heaven, and avenged you and that girl Qingxia! Let's not think about it anymore, okay?"

Li Jie took a deep breath and forced herself to suppress the surging hatred and the unbearable memory.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the coldness in them faded away, leaving only deep fatigue and a hint of relief.

She gently grasped Wushe's calloused hand and whispered, "Well, don't think about it anymore. It's all in the past."

There was a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

Feeling the strength of her grip, Wushe's heart finally settled down.

He took the opportunity to pull Li Jie's hand closer, stroking it gently, his tone filled with unprecedented tenderness and longing: "Then let's live a good life from now on, okay? Let's make up for all the things we didn't have time to say and do back in Jiangnan and in the capital!"

Li Jie looked at the undisguised affection and cautious expectation in his eyes, and the hardest part of her heart seemed to be gently touched.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes. She was silent for a moment before she said "hmm" softly.

This light response was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating huge ripples in Wushe's heart!

He was so excited that he almost jumped up, and his skinny face glowed with a strange light: "Really?! Li Jie! You...you agreed?!"

He asked eagerly like a young boy.

Li Jie was amused by his behavior and burst out laughing. Her face flushed again and she glared at him: "Look at you, you silly guy! You're almost eighty years old..."

Seeing this, Lin Zhen silently calculated.

If Wushe is eighty years old, then the old sect leader is only about fifty years old.

There is a difference of more than 20 years between the two!

This is really a case of one pear blossom overshadowing another crabapple tree.

The old clan leader paused, his voice lowered, a hint of subtle shyness and anticipation, "But you have to settle His Majesty first. How can you, the Grand Chamberlain, sneak around to me all day long? How can you behave?"

Mentioning this, the excitement on Wushe's face faded slightly, and he sighed, "Alas, Your Majesty's martial arts skills are improving rapidly, but she's still a flower in a greenhouse, and hasn't experienced the true blood and gore of life. The open and secret attacks in the court, the demons and monsters in the martial arts world, I always feel uneasy. Wait a little longer... wait until Your Majesty can truly stand on his own, then I will resign and return home!"

A determined glint gleamed in his eyes. "When the time comes, we'll return to the palace openly! Let the prince... oh no, let our son-in-law!" He emphasized the title with a hint of pride. "Find us a nice, quiet courtyard! We'll be there, basking in the sun, playing chess, listening to music. Whatever you want to do, I'll be there with you!"

"Go back to the palace?" Li Jie's eyes lit up, and she was obviously very tempted by this suggestion.

She imagined the scene, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a gentle arc.

She even turned her head slightly and rested her cheek lightly on Wushe's shoulder, which was not very broad and even a little rough.

This dependent action made Wushe tremble all over, and a huge warm current instantly surged through his body!

"Hmm..." Li Jie's voice was filled with softness and longing, as if she had let down all her guard. "Then we'll go back. No need to be so secretive anymore. Let's just live a good life."

She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth and security that came from the man beside her, decades late.