Ich denke an dich, wenn der Wind weht

Kapitel 105

“No.” Junyan’s expression turned serious, but his voice remained gentle. “Didn’t we discuss this? It’s just the two of us, nothing else, no matter what others say.”

She leaned on his shoulder silently.

"Don't think about anything. I'll arrange everything. In a few years, we'll be able to leave Yangzhou." Her warm and gentle eyes were filled with a calming power, yet she couldn't let go of her worries.

"It was my own idea..." He paused slightly, unable to finish the sentence. "To have a child..."

“That won’t do either.” He shook his head firmly, offering a plausible reason. “What if you only love the children and neglect me? You can have anything you want, except this.” Seeing her frown, he teased her gently. “If you’re unhappy, feel free to smash things, as long as you’re comfortable.”

The last argument was also about this. At that time, she didn't know she could get a elixir to prolong her life, and she just wanted to leave him something... Gazing at her beautiful eyebrows and eyelashes, her heart was filled with warmth, and she couldn't help but kiss her cherry lips. Her soft, slightly panting lips, tinged with bitterness, made her forget all her worries.

Her slender fingers picked up a piece of silk and gently turned the page, glancing at the next page.

After flipping through the pages for a long time, he finally found a usable section. He carefully read the annotations and closed the heavy silk book. He instructed Shuangjing to wait outside and then went into the Night Pavilion alone.

The Night Pavilion, despite its name, is an exquisite two-story building, heavily guarded and equipped with numerous mechanisms. Several levels underground are dedicated to storing treasures in the cool earth for better preservation; she had only visited it once.

It wasn't just the dowry from the Jun family; there were also congratulatory gifts from guests at the wedding. There were so many items that, apart from the person tasked with compiling the records, no one knew exactly what was there. His gaze swept over the densely packed treasure shelves. The dark room was still, but the luminous pearls embedded in the walls shone brightly, reflecting the myriad of rare treasures, a dazzling display of precious light.

A nine-tiered pagoda, a pearl-studded gold mat, a tortoiseshell light-repelling box, an amber cup, a jade tree… priceless treasures gleamed and filled the walls. A dust-repelling bead rested on a silver lamp stand in the corner, keeping the secret room free of dust from its long-closed state. On the large desk in the room were stacks of boxes of ancient paintings, each scroll priceless.

She began searching for her target. Although her legs were slightly more agile than before, her body was still weaker than average. There were countless items, and as she searched through them one by one, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. A lacquer box sat on a high shelf. She tried her best to stand on tiptoe, but she couldn't reach it. Her fingertips trembled slightly.

A hand suddenly appeared and took it from her, and a warm chest wrapped around her back, surrounded by a familiar masculine scent.

What are you looking for?

She was startled, lowered her eyes, and took the lacquer box, her vest slightly damp with sweat. "I...I'm just looking around, I'm a little curious, I haven't looked at the things here carefully yet."

After examining Qingyan for a moment, Xie Yunshu noticed the delicate body in his arms stiffening slightly, and said calmly.

"Why did you suddenly think of this? Why didn't you let Shuangjing accompany you? What if you don't have enough strength?"

"You're not that delicate. Weren't you out discussing business with your elder brother?"

“I sent the fourth brother; he’s been relatively free lately.” The strange feeling intensified, and he smiled with his head down. “What do you want to see? I’ll help you.” He casually opened the lacquer box, and more than ten pearls the size of longan fruits shone brightly embedded in the brocade. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"This?" he asked, a hint of doubt in his voice. "You want to make jewelry?"

She gave a vague reply, and he immediately sensed something was wrong. She had never been interested in jewelry, let alone treasures, and had come here alone, avoiding him…

His eyes flickered, and he said gently, "There are so many things in the dowry that I haven't paid attention to them. I happen to have half a day to spare, so I'll accompany you to take a look." As he spoke, he reached for a lacquer box nearby. She took a step back in her haste, and her back bumped into the shelf. If he hadn't quickly caught her, she would have been hit hard by the falling box.

"Be careful," he said sternly.

After regaining her composure, she looked up and smiled slightly embarrassedly, a strand of black hair clinging to her neck with fine sweat.

Helping the beautiful woman steady, Xie Yunshu picked up the brocade box that had fallen to the ground. He glanced at it unintentionally and was immediately taken aback.

Inside the box were more than ten pages carved from white jade, strung together with gold thread to form a book. Exquisitely crafted, it was indeed a treasure. But what was surprising was the vivid and erotic paintings carved on the jade surface. The figures were beautiful, their poses were unique, and even the smallest details were extremely lifelike, leaving one in awe.

Seeing him in a daze, she looked down to examine him closely, her face growing redder with each glance, and she immediately covered his eyes.

He chuckled and pulled her hand down, her cool and delicate face flushing red to her ears, a mixture of shyness and reproach.

"This definitely wasn't given as a gift with jade."

He felt the same way. He rummaged through the box and found a short note with the name of the gift giver clearly written on it.

Song Yu Shang of Jinling.

He vaguely recalled receiving a congratulatory letter from Song Yushang when he got married. In the letter, Song Yushang lamented repeatedly that he could not come to congratulate his wife in person because she was about to give birth. Then, he mysteriously hinted that the gift he was giving was a secret treasure of the Song family that would help him tame his wife. If he understood it properly, he would definitely be able to tame that unruly beauty from Tianshan.

I didn't pay attention at the time, and had long forgotten about it in my busy schedule. Now, when I think of my friend's face, which was never serious, I really... miss him with a burning passion.

As he turned the pages of the jade book, the illustrations became increasingly provocative. The beauty in his arms blushed uncontrollably and looked away uncomfortably, which immediately aroused his desire to tease her.

"Aren't you curious, Pianxian?" She deliberately leaned closer to her ear and breathed warm air into it. "It's rare for Yu Shang to be so thoughtful; it's a very unusual treat."

She resisted the tingling sensation and moved away, her thin earlobes resembling rubies. "What's so special about it? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

"You've seen it?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise, not letting the question go unanswered. "Where?"

"On Mount Tian..." She felt his body gradually getting hotter and felt a little flustered. "Some medical books, I flipped through a couple of pages."

"Oh..." The drawn-out voice held a hint of mockery. "Didn't you feel a flutter in your heart while watching?"

She was suddenly bitten on the earlobe, nearly jumping up, and stammered, "No, it's just..."

"How is it?" he asked leisurely, his lips seemingly brushing against her sensitive neck.

"It's weird, it's disgusting." My skin feels like it's on fire.

“Watching others does have a certain appeal.” He nodded understandingly, then abruptly changed the subject. “What if it were you and me?” His slender fingertips moved as he spoke. “Don’t you want to try practicing these positions?” Xie Yunshu teased subtly, his eyes growing deeper. “For example, you lying on…”

"No!" Unable to control the fantasies that followed, she was filled with shame and embarrassment. "You...this...this isn't a bedroom!"

"How about not the bedroom?" he teased with a smile. "Who else but you can come in?"

Unable to stop the wandering hand, she suppressed a moan that barely escaped her lips, her voice barely audible. "No...this...isn't true..."

"A bed?" His dark eyes glanced at the secret room, then swept away the calligraphy and paintings on the desk, revealing a glossy black lacquer surface. He lifted the delicate body and thrust it forward. "Now you have one."

The wood was dark and heavy, her skin as white as snow, her shapely legs dangling over the edge of the table. Her clothes were torn and half-undone, revealing large swaths of her fair skin, exuding a captivating allure. An irresistible urge surged within him, and he sucked and teased her wantonly, her soft body trembling uncontrollably, her dark eyes glazed and confused.

He gave a hoarse laugh and leaned in close.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for voting! I'm so grateful, tears of gratitude streaming down my face. *kissing emoji*

Um... As for why Xiaoye threw things earlier, you might want to consider the following possibilities.

Xiaoye suggested: Let's have a child.

Xiao Xie: No way.

Xiaoye insisted: I want to give birth.

Xiao Xie: Don't even think about it.

Xiaoye is angry: Then don't touch me.

Xiao Xie: Impossible

Xiaoye angrily shouted: "You! Get out of here!"

Xiao Xie pounced on him, kissing and seduceing him with every trick in the book. Xiao Ye was no match for her and fell into a daze.

Once he regained consciousness, he saw Xiao Xie looking smug: "See, if I can't do it, you can't either."

Xiaoye:￥￥%￥#￥%￥%#￥

An unpleasant cracking sound echoed inside the room.

Zi's conclusion: It's not that Ye lacked self-control, it's just that Xie was too shameless.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A purple wriggle crawled away

Choice

Having left his hometown at a young age and not being close to his father, Xie Feilan chose an opportune moment to inquire.

"Yunshu asked you to come back?" Xie Zhenchuan had just finished a set of boxing moves, took a hot towel to wipe his face, and picked up the ginseng tea on the table to sip. "It's all up to you. You can stay in Quanzhou or Yangzhou. Home is always here."

"What if I come back to take over Third Brother's position?"

Xie Zhenchuan glanced at the four sons expressionlessly. "No, he must be the future steward of the Xie family."

Xie Feilan was not intimidated by her father's displeased expression. "Since that's the case, why make things difficult for him, Father?"

Xie Zhenchuan didn't get angry, but smiled knowingly. "I know what he's up to, and you can tell him directly, don't even think about it."

"Then don't pressure him," Xie Feilan said bluntly. "Father knows how much he values his wife."

Xie Zhenchuan narrowed his eyes, offering a subtle but firm reminder: "He is first and foremost my son, Xie Zhenchuan's son."

"How can you force him to make a choice?" Xie Feilan asked, puzzled. "He doesn't care about having no offspring."

“As his father, I can’t ignore this,” Xie Zhenchuan snorted. “He wants to leave home; we’ll talk about it after I’m dead.”

"Does Father really want Third Brother to live a life of misery?"

Xie Zhenchuan didn't speak. He picked up the water clock and watered the flowers. The transparent water curtain sprinkled on the leaves and flowers, making them even more vibrant and fragrant. After a long while, he finally said, "I didn't force him."

"Who is that?" Xie Feilan's mind raced. "Father is thinking of the Jun family..."

“It has nothing to do with the Prince’s Mansion.” Xie Zhenchuan’s eyes were deep. “It’s the one he’s protecting.”

"Father means... Third Sister-in-law?!" Xie Feilan was astonished, almost doubting that he had misheard.

“She’s rested long enough.” Xie Zhenchuan’s brow furrowed slightly, like a knife wound that appeared and disappeared in an instant. “Yun Shu has raised her like a child these past few years; it’s time.”

"Third sister-in-law...isn't she too weak?" Although she was indeed spoiled a bit too much, it shouldn't be to the point that her father couldn't stand it.

“She has poor health, so I’ve let her be these past few years.” Xie Zhenchuan sighed slightly, carefully trimming the flowers and leaves with scissors. “But her intellect far surpasses her peers, and her actions are shrewd and ruthless, unlike the ordinary. Although she has restrained herself now, her inner nature remains, only it’s been completely concealed by Shu’er.” Originally a soaring eagle, she was raised by her beloved son to be a delicate oriole among the flowers of Jiangnan, which is truly a pity.

“This… Third Brother feels sorry for me, and he is willing to take on everything himself, so it seems that it’s not unreasonable.”

“Yunshu is adept at handling external affairs, but internally…” The shears fell, pruning a large cluster of yellowed, diseased branches. “There are countless trivial matters within the Xie family, both overt and covert. Does he really need to mediate and reprimand all the discord among the women? Right now, your mother is managing things, but in the future, he'll need a capable wife. That girl…”

"Third Sister-in-law's temperament..." Xie Feilan recalled that proud and beautiful woman, who was always indifferent and aloof to anyone other than her husband.

“Being like your mother might not be ideal; being too kind-hearted can easily lead to trouble.” Xie Zhenchuan smiled deeply, his expression revealing a sharp insight into the ways of the world. “Jun Pianxian is not only adept at political intrigue and power struggles in Liantian Mountain, but she can also handle family matters. She is taking care of herself because she is physically weak and does not want to go against your third brother’s wishes.”

“Shu’er is too much of a lover, and he can’t bear to see her suffer even the slightest bit. If it were an ordinary family, it would be fine, but the Xie family…” Xie Zhenchuan sighed deeply. “If he had to shoulder everything alone, he would be extremely tired.”

Was his father's decision to have his third brother take a concubine related to this? Xie Feilan pondered quickly. His father was certain his third brother would refuse; to protect his beloved, he would have to leave home, and in that case…

"What does Father want Third Sister-in-law to do?"

"Back then, she was willing to sever ties and leave to ensure your third brother's future. Now, how could she sit idly by and watch Shu'er bear the infamy and leave her hometown?" The shrewd and worldly old man nodded slightly. "She will definitely persuade Yun Shu to have a child and silence all doubts."

"My third brother said she's completely infertile." What if something terrible happens to her...?

“Jingze said there are some risks…” Xie Zhenchuan gazed at the small building where his beloved wife was, momentarily lost in thought. “If she is properly cared for, it is not impossible. Shu’er is just worried and confused.”

"just in case………"

“Life is always about taking risks,” Xie Zhenchuan replied with a resolute and cold tone. “Once she passes this test, she will truly be the Third Young Mistress, able to shoulder the responsibilities of the Xie family alongside Yunshu.”

While consolidating her position, she also demonstrated that her third brother's overprotectiveness was excessive, proving she wasn't as delicate as others perceived. Her mother then subtly guided her, gradually handing over household chores… Xie Feilan vaguely understood her father's intentions, but a slight doubt arose within her. Did her father truly want her third sister-in-law to be an asset to her third brother, or was he simply worried about her mother being burdened with trivial matters? Even though her third brother was wise, what could he do against her shrewd and calculating father…?

The elegant black spoon, with its jade-like luster, gently scooped up a spoonful of sugar and sprinkled it into a white jade cup. Then, it scooped up another spoonful and sprinkled it into a celadon bowl, stirring for a long time before casually placing it on a tray. With delicate, slender hands, it lifted the celadon bowl and handed it to the arm of the man who was reading documents.