The Lady’s Sickly Husband

Unconsciously, he loosed his teeth…

“In your heart, there are rules of separation between men and women, but in my heart, it’s pure friendship and love between families… Believe it or not! No matter what you do, I’m still Mo Qianxue. For you, I can sacrifice my life, but I shall never become a puppet in your backyard and be pushed around by you.”

She was an independent person. If he didn’t respect her, she wouldn’t love him anymore… He treated her like this just because she loved him. As she thought of this, her body was stiff.

Looking at the injured fingers that he bit, Ning Shaoqing licked them with affection and forced himself to get up, sighing and pulling over the quilt on her. One more glance and touching, he was afraid he couldn’t control himself anymore.

He just couldn’t force her… She was so stiff. Was it because she was disappointed at him? What should he do with her?

He had long known that she was different from ordinary girls, but every time he saw her acting close to other men, he just couldn’t help becoming mad. She had said such hurtful words. Did she regret to love him? Did she want him to leave?

At that moment, he felt he really couldn’t have her heart. He really panicked…

The harder you try to sort out something, the messier it becomes. It’d be better to officially marry her as soon as possible.

Making up his mind, he turned around and found Mo Qianxue still angry and her eyelashes shivered. In his mind played the dribs and drabs of his life with her in the Wang village. She was she.

Alright. If she was the same with ordinary girls, he wouldn’t have loved her so much.

Although he thought it through, he still slanted his eyes, “Don’t draw Su Qi anymore.” The tone was still a little cold, but the begging in it was hard to hide. Yet, it was still autocratic.

He only said not to draw him but didn’t forbid talking or meeting. This was the biggest compromise.

Politics were about all kinds of compromises, so was relationship. If she made herself too sharp, she was afraid she would hurt both herself and others. Seeing him standing up and sensing the compromise in his words, she planned to nod. Yet, at the thought of what she had promised Su Qi, she asked in a softer manner, “It’s not because I don’t want to agree, but I’ve promised Su Qi to draw for him a set of cute portraits. I must keep my words! I can only promise you that I won’t draw more after this set.”

Ning Shaoiqng pulled face and didn’t say anything. Mo Qianxue took a glance at him, “In fact, I’ve done with this set and I’ve promised nanny not to draw more…but, just now…” If he hadn’t…

Ning Shaoqing’s eyebrows knitted together and face was darker. She could draw, and he could try to figure out a way to destroy these pictures upon Su Qi received them.

“After this time, don’t draw other men anymore.” Mo Qianxue, seeing his expression less cold, hurriedly nodded, and Ning Shaoqing added, “except me.”

Mo Qianxue choked, eyebrow raising, and asked casually, “What about your son?”

She said it casually, but it warmed his heart and smoothened his knitted brows. He still answered domineeringly, “Not even him!” Yet, he sounded warm.

He pinched her a little through the quilt, and Mo Qianxue felt her strength was back. Probably it was similar to her acupuncture with gold needles.

Finally, the storm was over, and Ning Shaoqing compromised. It was time to explain. After all, it wasn’t easy to have a good relationship, which could only yield a good result after constant deepening through forgiveness and compromises.

Mo Qianxue coughed, “I just want to learn martial art and swordsmanship…”

Ning Shaoqing tucked the quilt for her to cover the seductive collarbone, gently reproached her, “Couldn’t you come to me to learn swordsmanship?”

Mo Qianxue gave him a glare and blamed, “Where can I find you?” Ning Shaoqing was speechless. He hadn’t told her because that place was hard to find. If she really went there recklessly, there would be troubles coming at her. It was his mistake!

He breathed a long sigh, as if making up his mind, “It won’t happen anymore. After tomorrow, you can come to find me whenever you like… I’ll teach you more self-defense kungfu…”

“Puff…” Mo Qianxue burst into laughing and teased him, “You teach me? Last time, you taught me loving palms. What about this time? Affection swordsmanship or love-until-death kungfu?”

Now it was Ning Shaoqing’s turn to laugh. The corners of his lips arched into a wide curve, “Since you already give the names, I should really teach you, or you may think I’m mean…”

The cold air in the room dissipated and was replaced by joking and laughing, one sitting and the other lying in quilt.

Only until this moment could nanny Mo, who had been listened outside, rest assured, and made a soft smile.

**

When the sky was edged with dim red light at sunrise, the carriage of the Founder mansion drove out of the city.

The peach blossom party was held in the Imperial Peach Garden at Fengxie Hill. It was neither too high or steep. Following the usher girl to mount the hill and enter the garden, you would find the trail was flanked by rocks in irregular shapes and verdant trees. In every step, there was a different view, truly living up to the reputation of an imperial garden.

The zigzag path dotted with dews, pavilions, ancient cypresses and vines made the way up to the garden lively and interesting. The unknown tiny flowers on the branches swung to the wind, and the morning sunrays reflected through the dews on the petals into colorful radiance, which made the scenery lovelier.

Arriving at the top of the hill, you would be greeted by a stone garden gate. Then, take a look back at the hillside, the blooming flowers covering the whole hill immediately made you happier.

When Mo Qianxue left the Wang village, it was the time when the peach blossoms were buds, and now they were falling, the best time for appreciation.

After entering the garden, you would see a gust of wind carrying a beautiful petal shower.

Mo Qianxue couldn’t help opening her arms and took a deep breath.

There came a voice from behind, “A bumpkin is so intoxicated with this petal rain. I’m afraid her mouth can’t close if she saw the prettier one in the depth of the garden…”

Mo Qianxue turned around and saw a girl in gaudy vermilion, face covered in carmine powder, and hair full of tinkling jade hairpins. The luxury in her eyes could be described by one word in Mo Qianxue’s eyes: fustian!

The girl was also eying Mo Qianxue as she turned around. She found that she only wore a light-blue pleated dress with a few peach petals embroidered on the hemline. Even though she wore the popular cone hairstyle, there was only one golden butterfly jade hairpin.

The girl’s eyebrows were crooked like a moon. She had a pretty face, but was really poor. She was afraid that this girl couldn’t of a high origin and doubted the legitimacy of her invitation. More scorn flowing out her eyes, she raised her head and snorted.

Such a provocative attitude was childish to Mo Qianxue, who only smiled slightly, a tough of contempt flickering in her eyes, planned to ignore her and leave.

In a public occasion, it was degrading to quarrel with such a person.

In such a beautiful scenery, it was ugly to reason with such a lame girl.

Mo Qianxue turned away and intended to leave, but the girl stopped her and said, “Who are you? Who’s your father? Why didn’t you greet me when you see me? Don’t you fear that I’ll punish you for leaving just like this?”