Chapter 52 Pei Du, do you want to take a concubine?
The kettle was placed back on the stove.
The boiling hot water made a gurgling sound, boiling and restless.
The rain became heavier, and the crackling raindrops fell on the ground like drums.
It was strangely quiet inside the carriage.
Jiang Jinshuang stared at the flames burning in the stove, feeling a deep itching sensation from the wound on her chest.
The itch made her a little irritable.
With her body warm from the heat, Jiang Jinshuang put her hand away and supported her chin, looking at the man in front of her emotionlessly.
The "you" she blurted out didn't seem to have any effect on the man.
He is making tea carefully.
The tea soup was too strong the first time, and within a short time, the tea soup had already turned deep red.
Pei Du poured the tea soup for the first time and brewed it again.
Pour it out again and brew it a third time.
——Jiang Jinshuang had a cup of tea in her mouth. Ordinary people only drink tea twice. She said that the second time the tea was too strong and bitter, so she had to drink the tea soup a third time.
The third time of tea has washed away the strong color, leaving only a faint green color.
Pei Du pushed the tea cup to her hand.
Pei Du's tea art was taught by Jiang Jinshuang. He learned it seriously, and even the teacher who taught him could not match it.
But Jiang Jinshuang discovered that he seemed to have burned his hand with tea just now.
——Regressed.
"I know that your injury was your plan, so I didn't go to visit you."
Worry about making mistakes.
Out of nowhere, he suddenly mentioned another thing.
Jiang Jinshuang frowned, and a ridiculous idea suddenly came to his mind.
——He wouldn't think that she said what she just said out of anger, so he opened his mouth to explain to her, right?
But such ridiculous thoughts only appeared for a moment, and then they were thrown away by her.
She just glanced at him casually, then picked up the teacup at hand and took a sip.
The warm warmth flowed from the tip of his tongue to his limbs, and Jiang Jinshuang's internal organs, which were forced to curl up, relaxed.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Pei Du lowered his head slightly and took a sip of tea.
"I am indeed a bit boring."
The tone was a little slower, even like a compromise.
The carriage moved forward smoothly.
Suddenly remembering something, Jiang Jinshuang held her chin and looked at Pei Du: "Pei Du, do you want to take a concubine?"
In fact, if you think about it carefully, she, Jiang Jinshuang, feels sorry for Pei Du.
Pei Du and Xia Yurong were in love with each other and they were very close to each other. He must have wanted to marry her.
Just now in front of the imperial study room, there was actually another reason Jiang Jinshuang didn't tell Jiang Biechen.
Tianjia rejected Xia Mansion's marriage proposal not only because he was not from the right family, but also because he admired Pei Du and would never let Pei Du marry such a lowly family member.
Therefore, no matter what, it is impossible for Xia Yurong to be Pei Du's official wife.
But on the other hand, if you just take a concubine, Your Majesty will not have any objection.
Although His Majesty asked her to be the bad guy and reject the Xia family's marriage proposal on his behalf, in the end it was her who couldn't help Pei Du.
So she thought that if Pei Du was willing, she would say a few nice words in front of His Majesty and let Xia Yurong marry into Wenshan Pavilion and become a concubine.
It can be considered as fulfilling the wish of this couple.
But when she said these words, the man frowned slightly and his eyes darkened: "I don't take concubines."
Yes, it's true that the love lasts forever.
Jiang Jinshuang was quite helpless.
She scratched her cheek and whispered: "Then, flat wife?"
——This is the most status she can strive for for him.
Unexpectedly, when Pei Du heard what she said, his cold face turned cold after all.
"What do you think your highness does for the humble minister?"
He looked steadily at Jiang Jinshuang and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, not everyone is like you and likes to be merciful."
The tea in her hand was slightly cold, and the carriage suddenly passed a pothole. Some of the tea in her hand spilled out and wet her mouth.
Jiang Jinshuang was in no mood.
She slowly put down the tea cup, raised her eyes to look at him, and said calmly: "So Mr. Pei, are you going to accuse me of being a philanderer now?" The knuckles holding the tea cup tightened, and the fingertips slightly White.
Pei Du looked at the woman in front of him, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
"You know..." His eyes were slightly red and his voice was low, "You know..."
"Stop."
The itching in her chest reached its peak, and Jiang Jinshuang spoke coldly and irritably.
Outside the carriage, Jingmo's voice came: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Jiang Jinshuang opened the car curtain and started to leave.
Behind her, a force grabbed her wrist.
Pei Du's voice was deep and trembling: "It's still raining."
——She doesn’t like rainy days.
Jingmo sat in front of the carriage, frightened and did not dare to move.
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Just as the two were in a stalemate, a person in the distance walked slowly towards this side.
Si Ning held a green umbrella, passed through the layers of rain and fog, and stopped not far from the carriage.
He smiled, his eyes clear and gentle: "Your Highness, it's time to return home."
Jiang Jinshuang shook off Pei Du's hand without hesitation, turned over lightly and came under the umbrella of Si Ning.
"Come on, Your Highness, the carriage is waiting in front."
The umbrella tilted so much towards her that half of Si Ning's shoulders got wet.
Seeing this, Jiang Jinshuang leaned in his direction: "Let's go."
From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at the man on the carriage.
Through her shoulder, Si Ning glanced at the man behind her.
He nodded slightly as a salute and didn't care about the man's cold eyes.
Then he took Jiang Jinshuang and turned around to leave.
It was as if the gloom that had lasted for several days was about to dissipate.
It rained heavily.
——
Jiang Jinshuang was still beaten by Yan Jue when she returned home.
Si Ning cooked ginger soup for her, and asked Chuntao to put Tang Pozi in her quilt.
The spring rain that lasted for several days finally stopped.
Jiang Jinshuang held the ginger soup, looked at the moon peeking out of the window, and gathered her coat.
Everything went smoothly according to her plan, Jiang Jinshuang felt that she should be able to sleep well tonight.
She happily got on the bed and Jiang Jinshuang fell asleep peacefully.
Have a good night's sleep.
Early the next morning, Jiang Jinshuang heard the news from Si Ning.
It was said that Prince Jiang Biechen had sent Shen Huaihe, the young minister of Dali Temple, to track down the assassin. He was expected to come to her today to ask about the details of that night.
Before he could say this, the boy outside the house came to report.
"Your Highness, the young minister of Dali Temple, Shen Huaihe, wishes to see Lord Shen."
Jiang Jinshuang and Si Ning looked at each other.
Si Ning smiled, stood up and said, "In that case, I'll leave first."
Jiang Jinshuang nodded.
After Si Ning left, Jiang Jinshuang asked the servant to invite the people in.
Shen Huaihe was wearing an official robe.
It must have been the early morning court. The patch on the man's red official robe was embroidered with a cloud goose with its feathers rising.
He bowed slightly towards Jiang Jinshuang and saluted: "I have met Her Highness the Princess."
Jiang Jinshuang coughed twice, her lips turned white, and she said in a weak tone: "Master Shaoqing, please sit down."
Shen Huaihe nodded and sat in the guest seat in the main hall.
"Master Shaoqing came to the Princess Mansion today, but because of the assassination a few days ago?"
Shen Huaihe got straight to the point: "Exactly, I am investigating this matter at the order of His Highness the Crown Prince, so I came to ask His Highness what happened that night."
Jiang Jinshuang made a fist with her hand, put it against her lips and coughed a few more times: "Master Shaoqing, just ask, I will tell you whatever I remember."
Looking at the weak Jiang Jinshuang in front of him, Shen Huaihe frowned slightly: "The wound is not healed yet?"
As if she didn't expect Shen Huaihe to ask this question, Jiang Jinshuang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is this also an interrogation by Mr. Shaoqing?"
(End of chapter)