The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 108 Jiang Jinshuang, don't be angry with me.

The stars hang low in the clear sky, and the night breeze ruffles my hair.

Jiang Jinshuang opened her eyes and stared intently at the man in front of her.

The night breeze carried the scent of late spring peach blossoms, which, compared to the height of spring, had a richer, earthy aroma.

Amidst the floral fragrance, Jiang Jinshuang also detected the scent of medicine.

—It's on his body.

The man was dressed in a pristine white robe, standing there with an upright posture, as if weathered by years of wind and frost.

"Seeing that the Grand Secretary's illness is improving, you must take good care of yourself. If any more rumors spread in Wenshan Pavilion, I cannot bear the consequences."

Jiang Jinshuang scoffed lightly, swaying in her rattan chair, her gaze casually sweeping over him.

His tone carried undisguised resentment.

Pei Du's long eyelashes trembled a few times.

He pursed his lips slightly and spoke clearly, "I have already explained to the officials that my poisoning has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Jinshuang raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on her face: "Prime Minister, aren't you afraid that I will really have Mr. He tamper with your wounds?"

Pei Du straightened his lips and his eyes were dark: "Jiang Jinshuang, don't be angry with me."

The smile on his lips disappeared.

Jiang Jinshuang stared at him coldly, unblinkingly: "What are you saying, Lord Pei? Did I ever say I was angry with you?"

Pei Du said calmly, "I can tell."

For some reason, Jiang Jinshuang's eyes turned cold after just one sentence.

Annoyed.

"Pei Du, do you think you know me very well?" Jiang Jinshuang narrowed her eyes and chuckled. "Do you find it particularly amusing to put on an act of benefactor in front of me, condescendingly bestowing some apologies upon me?"

Why?
What does it mean to say "I can see it"?
It was as if he knew her so well.

He was the one who disliked and loathed her in that past relationship, and now he's the one who wants to confide in her.
Who is she?
Is he an object that he can summon and dismiss at will?

Jiang Jinshuang was unhappy.

Finally, I got up from the wicker chair, my interest in basking in the moonlight completely gone.

She was still holding the folding fan in her hand, and with the handle closed, Jiang Jinshuang pressed the fan against the man's shoulder blade.

The man in front of her was much taller than her.

Even though she was quite tall in a crowd, she was still much shorter than Pei Du.

She pressed the handle of her fan against the man's wound.

The closer you get to the unhealed wound, the stronger the medicinal scent becomes.

Mixed with the man's sandalwood scent, it had a slightly bitter taste.

The man's brows remained unchanged; he simply lowered his gaze slightly to look at her.

Jiang Jinshuang curled her lips, her eyes revealing even more malice.

Seeing that Pei Du did not react, Jiang Jinshuang felt a bit rebellious.

He slightly turned his wrist, using a bit of force.

Jiang Jinshuang then saw with her own eyes that the man's blue and white robe was gradually stained with blood at his shoulder blade.

It started as small as a pinhole, but then the red hue spread and diffused around it.

Like a blood-red lotus in full bloom, it blossomed on the man's chest.

Jiang Jinshuang smelled blood.

The aroma of herbs mixed in made Jiang Jinshuang feel inexplicably comfortable.

She still looked up at him, her eyebrows curved, her beautiful, clear eyes filled with undisguised malice.

But the man simply lowered his eyes to meet her gaze, his expression cool, calm, and undisturbed.

To make her movements easier, he even bent one arm and gently supported her waist to prevent her from leaning back and losing her balance.

"Pei Du, does it hurt?"

Seeing that the man's expression was not clear, Jiang Jinshuang frowned and asked in confusion.

As she asked this, she increased the pressure on her hand.

She could even see that the white fan surface was stained red with the man's blood on the fan ribs.

It's really beautiful.

A layer of moonlight fell on her long, slender eyelashes, and beneath them, her dark eyes were dull and unfathomable. Those eyes followed her face and slowly moved to the bones of her fingers holding the fan handle.

for a long time.

Jiang Jinshuang heard a hoarse voice coming from above.

"Your Highness, your fingers are red from pressing."

ill.

The blood seeping from his shoulder almost soaked through his clothes, but he only saw her fingertips, which were slightly red from exertion.

For some reason, Jiang Jinshuang suddenly remembered a storybook she had read before.

The story describes a virtuous woman who was skilled at managing her husband. Even if she slapped him, he would come forward with heartache and touch her hand, feeling sorry for her.

When Chun Tao read this passage, she commented with a sigh, "Your Highness, look, the husband in this storybook is being scolded by his wife like a little dog."

hiss.

Jiang Jinshuang narrowed his eyes, and the fan handle moved slightly upward along his shoulder blade.

The fan handle, stained with blood, lifted the man's handsome, smooth chin.

Some bloodstains stained his face, adding a touch of color to his fair complexion.

Jiang Jinshuang raised an eyebrow and tilted her head with interest: "It looks like it."

Pei Du's expression remained unchanged; he simply asked her in a clear voice, "What does it resemble?"

Jiang Jinshuang blinked, then chuckled softly, "It's nothing."

If Pei Du knew what she was thinking, he might go crazy.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and put the fan handle back in her hand.

Jiang Jinshuang opened her fan and smiled casually: "It's just that it's very rare to see the Grand Secretary condescend to visit the Princess's residence, so it's a bit of a surprise."

Seeing the large patch of blood seeping from the man's shoulder, Jiang Jinshuang felt a little better.

"Your Excellency, please return. If others see you sneaking into the Princess's residence at night and having a secret meeting with me, who knows what rumors will spread tomorrow?"

As she spoke, Jiang Jinshuang didn't even look at Pei Du's expression anymore.

He fanned himself and turned to leave.

The moonlight, like a hook, stifled the bright sunshine on the ground.
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Jiang Jinshuang got up very early the next day.

When they arrived at the palace gate, a grand procession was already waiting there.

Jiang Jinshuang spotted Xia Yurong and Jiang Biechen in the crowd at a glance.

Wow, it seems this trip to Huguo Temple is much more interesting than she imagined.

Without thinking further, Jiang Jinshuang walked into the crowd.

Xia Yurong and Jiang Biechen were not particularly close, but they often visited the Empress Dowager and had met a few times.

The two were talking to the Empress Dowager through the carriage window.

Upon seeing Jiang Jinshuang arrive, the two reacted differently.

"Did Your Majesty also go to Huguo Temple to pray for blessings?"

Jiang Biechen, dressed in a black and gold robe, wore a polite smile: "Yes, the Empress Dowager is kind and benevolent. As the Crown Prince, I should also share her burdens."

Xia Yurong, who was standing to the side, also curtsied and said timidly, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Jiang Jinshuang didn't even glance at Xia Yurong, but looked at Jiang Biechen with a leisurely air: "I didn't expect that my royal brother is a Buddhist?"

Jiang Biechen smiled and said, "Zhaoming doesn't know much about my brother's affairs."

Tensions.

Jiang Jinshuang shrugged and said nothing more, but bowed in the direction of the carriage: "Your subject Zhaoming greets Your Majesty the Empress Dowager."

There was no sound from inside the carriage for a moment.

The eunuch Sun, who was waiting to the side, stepped forward, his body hunched over, and bowed to them: "It's getting late, Your Highness, we should set off now."

Jiang Jinshuang raised an eyebrow and smiled indifferently.

It's no surprise that they don't like her.

Jiang Biechen nodded.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned and smiled, looking at Jiang Jinshuang: "Zhaoming, I didn't know you were going too, so I only prepared two carriages."

After a pause, Jiang Biechen smiled and said, "If you don't mind, you can share a ride with Miss Xia."