Wasn't he supposed to be beaten to death? Why did this powerful cousin love him so much?

Xie Jue may not care about the rules, but Jiang Sese still has her pride.

They couldn't get out of bed on the first day, as if they were afraid others wouldn't know what they did last night, right?

Jiang Sese looked utterly dejected, determined to get up, but as soon as she lifted her foot, she felt a piercing pain somewhere. Jiang Sese hissed, and Xie Jue, who was next to her, was fully awake upon hearing this: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Sese gritted her teeth and glared at Xie Jue.

it is more than words.

In this era, there was no toilet paper, so at night you could only call for water and wipe yourself with warm water. Last night, you wiped yourself several times, and Jiang Sese felt like the skin there was about to be rubbed raw!

Xie Jue immediately understood, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

However, although it wasn't intentional indulgence last night, I did lose control somewhat when emotions got the better of me.

He later used a warm, soft towel to wipe her, and Jiang Sese frowned and cried out in pain softly... He gently comforted her, his movements were as gentle as could be, but it seemed she was still injured.

Xie Jue casually grabbed the undergarment draped over the bed and put it on, tying the sash loosely. He then called out to the outer room, "Bring in the ointment."

Qing Shuang, who was guarding outside, had already heard the slight movement inside. Upon hearing the sound, she immediately responded softly, "Yes," and quietly entered the inner room carrying the lacquer tray. She stopped outside the canopy bed, separated by the outermost layer of hazy silk curtains, lowered her head, and respectfully handed the exquisite little porcelain bottle inside with both hands.

Xie Jue lifted a corner of the curtain and reached out to take the ointment.

In that instant, Qing Shuang subconsciously glanced up.

That one glance made her pause in surprise.

Noble men value etiquette and dignity above all else. Even if they only have personal maids in their inner chambers, they must still wear nightgowns to cover their bodies.

The eldest son, who usually takes rules and etiquette very seriously and is meticulous about even the folds of his sleeves, is now wearing only a loose-fitting undergarment with the front open, revealing a large area of ​​his firm and muscular chest, and even a few ambiguous red marks on his shoulders and neck.

The eldest son was leaning over and whispering something into the tent, his tone unusually gentle and tender.

Qing Shuang's heart, which had already died, died again.

This princess used to live in the manor, and Qing Shuang had seen everything the two of them did. If it weren't for her, Qing Shuang felt that she might have been able to give it a try.

But now that the eldest son has married the woman he loves, he will probably never look at anyone else again in his life.

Qing Shuang silently lowered her eyes and retreated without a sound.

Inside the tent, Jiang Sese saw Xie Jue take out the ointment. Thinking of something, her face burned even more. She subconsciously shrank into the quilt, wriggling around inside, leaving only a small section of her reddened ankle exposed.

Jiang Sese: "I...I can do it myself..."

"You can see it?" Xie Jue raised an eyebrow.

Xie Jue lifted a corner of the blanket, and Jiang Sese closed her eyes in embarrassment, feeling a cool sensation beneath her. Then, a cool ointment was carefully applied to her wound.

I don't know what this ointment is made of, but it instantly suppressed the burning pain and brought a comfortable coolness.

The sensation of Xie Jue's fingertips and the embarrassing posture made her tense up, her toes curled up, and she couldn't help but let out another soft moan.

"Bear with it, it'll be over soon." Xie Jue's breath was right next to her ear, his voice low and patient.

The warmth of the fingertips intertwined with the coolness of the ointment, creating a slightly thrilling sensation.

Jiang Sese gritted her teeth to keep from making any strange noises.

Xie Jue: "Alright."

After the medicine was applied, Jiang Sese finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then Xie Jue leaned over again, and Jiang Sese quickly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, when she heard a very soft laugh in her ear.

His lips didn't land on hers, but merely touched her eyelids lightly, the warm touch fleeting. He then reached out and pulled her out of the quilt.

Xie Jue let Jiang Sese lean on his shoulder and chuckled, "Do you want me to help you, or should I call your two maids in?"

Xie Jue smiled and said, "Do you want me to serve you, or would you like to call your two maids in?"

Jiang Sese's eyes widened. It was truly rare to hear the word "serve" from Xie Jue's mouth.

But Jiang Sese didn't want him to serve her at all.

Jiang Sese quickly pushed him and repeatedly told him to call Hongdou and Fuyun in.

Xie Jue didn't force her. He let go of her hand and let her sit against the headboard. He got up, straightened his inner robe, and tucked the bed curtains around her before giving an order to the outside room.

The partition room was a separate small room attached to the canopy bed, separated from the master bedroom by a carved partition, and they were not connected. Qing Shuang and Shu Tong were already waiting there with the maids. When Xie Jue entered, they all curtsied and then served him in an orderly manner as he washed and changed.

Hongdou and Fuyun, upon hearing the summons, led four maids in, carrying copper basins, soft towels, and fragrant dew, among other things, and filed in.

Hongdou walked in front and saw Jiang Sese sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in a quilt as soon as she entered the inner room. Her hair was disheveled and her face was still flushed.

Hongdou's face flushed instantly, but her hands moved without faltering. She quickly stepped forward and gently wrapped a thin silk shawl around Jiang Sese's shoulders, covering the ambiguous red marks on her neck: "Princess—no, Madam, this servant will help you wash up."

The other two maids hurried forward and quickly removed the soiled towels and leftover water from the previous night, placing the copper basin beside the footstool.

Fuyun followed behind Hongdou, her expression as calm as ever. But when her gaze swept over the loose undergarment draped over the edge of the bed, a small red blush crept up behind her ears. Good heavens.

It is indeed hard to imagine that someone like the eldest son, who usually seems calm and collected and in control of everything, would lose his sense of propriety in bed.

The other Qianlin Guards envied Fuyun for having found a good place to go, no longer having to live a life of constant anxiety, and no longer having to worry about being assigned any deadly missions.

However, Fuyun wasn't initially very happy. She wasn't afraid of death, but rather of being unknown. Her ideal was to become someone like Shiyi and Suizhu. Shiyi was an assassin from ancient times, and Suizhu was a woman from a previous dynasty.

Throughout history, most assassins have been men, but only Suizhu, a woman, was entrusted with a life of luxury by no king or nobleman. To repay her master's kindness, she took up a blade and faced death, thus being recorded in history alongside other assassins.

But now—

Fuyun scooped a handkerchief from the copper basin, wrung it out, and presented it to Jiang Sese with both hands. Then she turned to fetch the fragrant dew and ointment. Being fed new-style snacks by the young mistress every day and seeing another side of the eldest young master—this leisurely life didn't seem so bad after all.

Fu Yun handed Jiang Sese the fragrant dew with a blank expression.