Princess Xiangsi - Chapter 83
Jun Wuhen held the comb somewhat awkwardly, combing Qingyun's hair stroke by stroke, his movements unusually clumsy. He stared intently at the comb, as if he wouldn't stop until he had stared a hole through it.
Qingyun gently shook her head.
He clearly had no talent for it. She had taught him many times and even demonstrated for him herself. But he was still clumsy.
"Wuhen, your hands are better suited to holding a sword than a comb." Qingyun turned around, took the comb from Wuhen's hand, and quickly combed her hair into a bun, not giving him a chance to object. "I'll do it myself."
Jun Wuhen stared at the hair bun for a long time, and finally sighed, quietly watching Qingyun continue to do her hair and makeup.
When Qingyun had finished getting ready, Jun Wuhen took out a crystal-clear pear blossom jade hairpin and put it in Qingyun's hair. He gently stroked the hairpin and said, "This is a piece passed down through generations in the Li Palace, and it is also the identity token of the Li Palace's mistress."
Qingyun stared at the pear blossom jade hairpin in her hair and suddenly felt a heaviness on her head.
"Okay, I understand."
Qingyun continued to stare at the bronze mirror, when suddenly her gaze fell on the clean bed sheets reflected in the mirror.
After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Wuhen, what should we do?"
Jun Wuhen was taken aback, looking at her with a puzzled expression, and asked, "What do you mean, what should we do?"
Two blushes appeared on Qingyun's cheeks. "That's the one!"
"What do you mean, 'that'?" Seeing the two blushes on her face, Wuhen looked somewhat puzzled.
"It's time for a blood test! Isn't it customary to have a blood test the day after the wedding?"
"Oh, you mean that!" Jun Wuhen suddenly realized. Suddenly, as if remembering something, his expression darkened, and his fists clenched slightly. His voice was somewhat suppressed, "It's okay. It's okay...it's really okay..." Even if she had been intimate with him, even if she had forgotten, it was all in the past...he shouldn't dwell on it anymore...
Qingyun's expression also began to turn strange. She stared into Jun Wuhen's blue eyes and found that they did not look like she regretted last night, but rather like she had done something to wrong him.
Suddenly, Qingyun's pupils contracted, and she pursed her lips.
Her voice was very soft, "Wuhen... are you doubting something?"
Jun Wuhen was taken aback, then gave a wry smile, "No. Yun'er is overthinking it."
"Is that so?" Qingyun still kept her lips tightly pressed together. "Wuhen, I married you with a pure heart." She rolled up her sleeves. "Although outsiders are saying how intimate Lige and I are, we have absolutely not done anything improper. This is proof of my innocence. Wuhen, can you please stop doubting me?" She hated being doubted; that feeling would make the two of them, who were very close, grow very distant.
Jun Wuhen was taken aback.
A bright red mole on her snow-white skin was exceptionally alluring.
That's a virginity mark!
In an instant, joy filled his eyes, his blue pupils seeming to be filled with sunshine.
"Wuhen, I, Qingyun, keep my word. I will try my best to fall in love with you." Qingyun's face was a little pale, and her voice trembled slightly.
Seeing Qingyun like this, Wuhen suddenly felt a great pain in his heart. The joy in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a heavy expression.
He opened his arms and wrapped them around Qingyun, then tightened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.
"Yun'er, it's my fault. I shouldn't have spoken carelessly." Jun Wuhen's body trembled, and even his voice was filled with fear of losing her.
Qingyun suddenly remembered last night, and a sense of guilt welled up in her heart. Seeing his slightly trembling body and the fear in his voice, a bitter feeling welled up inside her.
Her heart softened, and she hugged him back, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "I forgive you."
It was as if a large patch of sunlight was dancing on his face. Jun Wuhen's expression was like that of a child receiving candy. He took her hand, slightly widened the distance between them, and then gently placed it on his chest.
Qingyun could feel the intense, frantic throbbing inside.
"Yun'er, I, Jun Wuhen, swear on my heart that from now on I will never let you feel hurt." Jun Wuhen gazed at Qingyun, his eyes filled with intoxicating tenderness.
Looking back at him, Qingyun smiled and nodded slightly. A complex expression flashed briefly in the depths of her eyes as she lowered her head. But when she looked up again, her eyes were clear and bright.
Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Good Marriage, Responsibility 2
The sun outside gradually brightened, creating a warm and pleasant spring atmosphere.
After washing up, Jun Wuhen led Qingyun to the most mysterious place in the Li Palace—the place where the pear-shaped mirrors were placed. Only members of the Jun family were allowed to enter.
The mirror was placed in the dark basement. As soon as the heavy door was pushed open, torches lit up one by one along the corridor. Jun Wuhen led Qingyun, carefully walking forward on the correct stone bricks.
"Yun'er, be careful. There are many dangerous traps here, and countless people have lost their lives here."
Qingyun smiled, "Wuhen, although I've lost my martial arts skills, I used to have some knowledge of mechanisms and such, so these mechanisms won't be difficult for me. The next stone brick we need to cross is the one in the upper left corner, right?"
Jun Wuhen nodded.
"It is truly my greatest fortune to be able to marry Yun'er."
A moment later, they walked to the end of the corridor. Jun Wuhen took out a strangely shaped key from his clothes, turned it gently in the keyhole, and the door slowly opened.
It wasn't as elaborate as Qingyun had imagined. Inside was an empty room with a pearwood table in the center and a mirror covered by red silk on it.
"What is this?" This was completely different from what Qingyun had imagined. She thought she would see the ancestors of the Li Palace or some precious martial arts manuals.
“This is the Pear Mirror.” Jun Wuhen pulled off the red silk. A brass mirror appeared before them.
The mirror was adorned with twenty carved pear blossoms, arranged in a circle around its smooth surface. Two large characters, "Qingyun," were reflected crookedly on the mirror's surface.
Qingyun raised her eyebrows in surprise, her eyes wide open.
"Why is my name on it?"