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Zhao Guangzong & Jiang Tangtuan (End)

After the incident with Cousin Liu, Jiang Lingyun’s deception was exposed before the Jiang family. Though his path in the examinations was not entirely blocked, his future prospects were greatly diminished.

The Jiang family had long-standing influence in official circles and was not easily fooled. A report was made to the academic authorities, and a mark was recorded against Jiang Lingyun’s character.

Even if he were to later achieve high success in the examinations, when the Ministry of Personnel investigated his background, there would be little hope of a favorable appointment.

As for how things unfolded between him and the Liu family afterward, that was another matter entirely and need not be told here.

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Zhao Guangzong and Tangtuan were married the following year.

On the day of the wedding, when the auspicious hour arrived and Tangtuan, dressed in red, was led out by his family, Zhao Guangzong felt as if everything were still a dream.

Only after the ceremony, the toasts, and entering the bridal chamber, when he saw that person quietly seated on the bed, did it finally begin to feel real.

Zhao Guangzong gently lifted the veil. A pale, delicate face came into view.

Seeing a faint blush on Tangtuan’s cheeks, he could not help but reach out and lightly touch it.

“I put on a little rouge,” Tangtuan said softly, noticing him staring in a daze.

“You already look more than good enough. There’s no need for such things.”

Zhao Guangzong glanced at his fingertip, now faintly stained red, then back at that flawless, jade-like face, thinking that no adornment was necessary at all.

“My health isn’t very good. My complexion is usually pale. Today is a happy occasion, so I thought a bit of rouge would make me look better.”

Tangtuan added, “I didn’t trouble myself with anything else.”

Hearing this, Zhao Guangzong felt a pang of concern. “You’ve been raised so carefully since childhood. How is it that your health is still not well?”

“When I was young, I was quite mischievous,” Tangtuan said. “I tried to climb trees like my brother and fell into a pond. I had a high fever for days, which damaged my health. That’s why my body became so delicate.”

Zhao Guangzong was surprised. Ever since he had known Tangtuan, he had thought him quiet and gentle. He had not expected such a past.

Seeing his disbelief, Tangtuan explained, “My brother was punished heavily because of it. I felt terribly guilty, so afterward I learned to behave. And since my health was poor, I couldn’t be as carefree as before. Gradually, I became like this.”

Zhao Guangzong said, “If you hadn’t told me, I would never have believed you were once so lively.”

Tangtuan smiled. “What about you? Were you always this kind?”

Zhao Guangzong’s lips curved at the praise. “You think I’m kind?”

“Yes. Bright and gentle.”

Zhao Guangzong chuckled. “But when I was young, I wasn’t like this at all.”

“Did something happen?”

Zhao Guangzong poured him a cup of tea and handed it over.

“When I was young, I was actually very timid and sensitive. I lacked confidence and always thought poorly of myself.”

“Why would you think that?”

Tangtuan felt that, aside from his family background, Zhao Guangzong was in no way inferior to others.

“When I was little, my family wanted me to study for the examinations, so they arranged a tutor for me early on. But that teacher had poor character. He favored the rich and belittled the poor.”

“In that school, my family was the most ordinary. He would single me out, scold and beat me. I was too young to understand right from wrong, and after being told so often that I was useless, I began to believe it.”

Tangtuan frowned deeply. He had never imagined Zhao Guangzong had gone through such a thing.

“Such a person should never have been allowed to teach. Did he face any consequences later?”

Zhao Guangzong shook his head lightly. “My family had already gone to great lengths to arrange my studies. How could I complain? I only blamed myself for being inadequate and endured it.”

“It was when I was ten that Bei Nan came to our village. Only then did I escape that teacher.”

“Bei Nan was about my age, but far more perceptive. He saw how I was being treated and urged me to tell my parents. After I left, that teacher used his connections to prevent me from entering other schools.”

“I thought my path in the examinations was over. But Bei Nan shared his father’s notes with me, taught me, and guided me. I eventually passed the county exam and entered the county school. Things improved from there.”

“During those years, he constantly encouraged and guided me. As a child, I often felt he understood the world better than even my father.”

Speaking of Qi Bei Nan, Zhao Guangzong grew reflective. “To me, he was like a teacher, even like a father. Yet we were the same age, and became close friends.”

Tangtuan had only known that Zhao Guangzong and Qi Bei Nan were from the same hometown. He had not realized there was so much history behind it.

His brother had often praised Qi Bei Nan before. Translated on Hololo novels. Hearing this now, Tangtuan’s understanding of him deepened.

“No wonder Bao ge’er can hardly go ten sentences without mentioning Lord Qi. He truly is a remarkable person.”

Zhao Guangzong smiled. “Indeed. The two of them have been close since childhood, unchanged for over ten years.”

“You don’t know, Bei Nan used to tease me for being dull and slow-witted. But he didn’t realize that after seeing their kind of bond, I became particular myself.”

“There are not many people in this world like them. I know that, yet I was unwilling to settle.”

As he spoke, he looked at Tangtuan, then smiled with quiet gratitude.

“Fortunately, I did not wait in vain. Heaven let me meet you.”

Tangtuan’s eyes shone brightly, and he smiled along with him.

Zhao Guangzong reached out and took Tangtuan’s hand. Feeling the slight coolness of his fingertips, he held it a little tighter.

He had long wanted to do this, but after their engagement was set, he had been busy preparing for the wedding and remained in Feng County. They did not see each other often.

Even when he went to Jinling to visit, they kept strictly to propriety and never overstepped.

Now that his hand was suddenly held so tightly, Tangtuan lifted his gaze to look at Zhao Guangzong.

He had always thought this man was so proper, the sort who would never do such things. Yet now that they were alone, he showed no restraint at all.

“From now on, I will take good care of you and never let you suffer any grievance.”

Tangtuan pressed his lips together, then in turn clasped Zhao Guangzong’s warm hand.

“My parents are kind people. They will only cherish me more than you do. I won’t be wronged in the future.”

Zhao Guangzong paused slightly at that. It was true his parents liked Tangtuan, but…

“How do you know they like you more than I do?”

Tangtuan said nothing, but Zhao Guangzong would not let it go. He reached out and wrapped an arm around Tangtuan’s waist.

Though his wedding robes were layered and elaborate, he could still feel how slender the waist in his arms was.

Tangtuan had always thought Zhao Guangzong was gentle, even a bit dull. But now, being held so close, feeling his arm around his waist, he realized that without even seeming to use force, he could not break free. Only then did he feel his masculine strength.

“If you truly liked me so much, why didn’t you come earlier to propose? Instead, you waited until you were in Feng County and only spoke after we met again.”

“If we hadn’t met, would you have just let it end like that?”

Hearing this, Zhao Guangzong said, “Don’t be upset. I already liked you on my way to the capital for the examinations. But after failing the metropolitan exam, I felt I had no face to propose.”

“At the time, I didn’t know you had feelings for me either. I was afraid you would suffer if you followed me, so I never said anything.”

Tangtuan found that this matched what he had already guessed.

But hearing it from his own lips was still different.

He looked at Zhao Guangzong’s face, his strong brows and straight nose. For some reason, he seemed even more handsome than usual.

Unable to put into words the warmth and fullness in his heart, Tangtuan simply closed his eyes and leaned in slightly. His lips brushed against Zhao Guangzong’s… chin.

When Tangtuan opened his eyes and realized he had kissed his chin instead of his lips, his ears instantly flushed red.

He had never kissed anyone before. It was his first time, and he had no experience. He had meant to kiss his lips, but missed.

Zhao Guangzong froze the moment he received that kiss. It took him a long while to recover.

By then, Tangtuan had already turned his face away, ears burning.

“I feel that now that we are married… it shouldn’t just be like this.”

As if possessed, Zhao Guangzong gently turned Tangtuan’s face back toward him.

Tangtuan was about to ask what he meant when he saw Zhao Guangzong’s eyes fixed on his lips, as if…

A sudden softness pressed against him, and Tangtuan’s mind went completely blank.

At first, it felt as though every sense in his body had been magnified, each sensation vivid and clear.

After a while, perhaps from lack of breath, his head grew light and hazy.

When he regained some awareness, he was already lying on the bed, his wedding robes removed.

For a moment, he felt nervous and at a loss. But the gentleness of the person beside him soon calmed him.

……

Fate may be ordained by heaven, but if one does not strive for it, does not act—

Even when opportunity is given, it can still be scattered by a passing wind.

Such is the way of all things.

—End of the story.

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Zhao Guangzong & Jiang Tangtuan (IV)

Recently, Jiang Lingyun noticed that among those coming and going from the Jiang residence, there was an unfamiliar young man.

Well-built, upright in bearing.

Finding it strange, he asked around.

He learned that the man’s surname was Zhao, a scholar who had recently taken an official post as county assistant in Feng County. He was said to be a friend of Young Master Jiang.

But after Young Master Jiang’s marriage, he had gone to the capital with his wife—so why was this Zhao county assistant visiting the residence so frequently when the master himself was not there?

And moreover, he was a young man of good appearance.

Jiang Lingyun began to suspect something, though upon hearing that Zhao Guangzong was only a juren who had entered official service through appointment and was now in Jinling, he felt there was no need for excessive concern.

Although Zhao Guangzong already held office, his position as a county assistant was of low rank.

A mere county assistant—who knew how many years it would take before he could climb higher? And a juren without exceptional achievement could at most rise to the level of a prefect.

Even though a prefect was not a small position and already beyond the reach of many officials, once one entered officialdom, who did not harbor ambition? Who would willingly accept such limits placed on their future so early?

If one lacked greater aspirations, that would be one thing. But the Jiang family had been officials for generations—how could they possibly choose a mere juren-appointed official as a son-in-law?

Thinking this through, he felt much more at ease.

Still, seeing that the Jiang family seemed to be considering more than one candidate, he became even more attentive than before.

He also carefully instructed his family that during this period they must be cautious in speech and conduct. As for his cousin from the Liu family, he told them to have her remain quietly at home and not go out unnecessarily.

Within a few days, Old Master Jiang summoned him to the residence, saying there was an important matter to discuss.

Jiang Lingyun had been interacting with the Jiang family for one or two years now. Translated on Hololo novels. Seeing how serious Old Master Jiang appeared, he felt a surge of anticipation.

It seemed that the matter was finally about to be settled.

Thinking of how, with the Jiang family as his in-laws, his official career would not necessarily be effortless, but would certainly become far smoother, a wave of delight rose in his heart.

“Lingyun, you have been under my guidance for quite some time now. Your learning is solid, and you are diligent and motivated. I hold you in high regard.”

Receiving the praise, Jiang Lingyun quickly said, “This student is dull and often confused in his studies. Without your guidance, I would not have been able to improve.”

Old Master Jiang, in truth, still favored Jiang Lingyun more. After all, he had taken a liking to him at first sight, and over the past two years of interaction, their rapport was naturally deeper than with Zhao Guangzong, who had only recently appeared.

Thus, when it came to questioning and testing, he first summoned Jiang Lingyun.

“You are modest. If you remain true to your original intentions, you will surely have a promising future.”

After a pause, Old Master Jiang said slowly, “I wonder whether you would be willing to become closer with the Jiang family.”

Hearing this, Jiang Lingyun could not hide his delight. As expected.

He immediately replied, “It is already my fortune to receive your favor. You have treated me with such kindness—if I may become closer with the Jiang family, I would gladly do whatever you ask.”

Seeing his ready agreement and undisguised joy, Old Master Jiang felt satisfied.

“The Jiang family is not one of crooked ways—we would never ask you to do anything improper. My wife and I have only one ge’er, Tangtuan. Whether it is myself, my wife, or his elder brother, we all cherish him deeply.”

“We must find him someone reliable to care for him. Only then can our family be at ease.”

Jiang Lingyun said, “Young Master Jiang is gentle and of fine temperament, a rare person indeed. If I were to have such a ge’er, I would treasure him and care for him with utmost devotion, never letting him suffer the slightest grievance.”

Old Master Jiang looked at him. “Can you truly do as you say?”

“If I break this vow, may my future be ruined.”

Old Master Jiang seized the moment. “Then if you are required to have only him for your entire life—no concubines, no outside companions—can you also do that?”

Jiang Lingyun had clearly not expected such a condition from the usually agreeable Jiang family. He froze.

His family’s plan had been for him to secure the Jiang family first. Once married to Jiang Tangtuan and backed by such a powerful household, everything would be settled. At that point, he would bring his cousin into the household as a secondary wife.

After all, it was normal for a man to have multiple wives and concubines. Even if he had not yet risen high in office, with his juren status, taking a concubine would not be unusual.

Even if the Jiang family were displeased, they could not stop him. And since Tangtuan would already be married to him, if they wanted him to treat him well, they would still need to support his career.

Only his cousin would be wronged, unable to become the principal wife.

But he would compensate her well.

Everything had been carefully planned—who could have expected the Jiang family to make such a demand?

Jiang Lingyun’s expression shifted slightly. Translated on Hololo novels. He knew he could not refuse outright, yet a verbal promise would not bind him.

At worst, he could later claim the Liu family’s past kindness and insist on marrying his cousin out of obligation.

He said, “When parents love their child, they plan for them far into the future. Your concern for Young Master Jiang is the care of a loving father. This student will follow your arrangements in all things.”

Old Master Jiang felt pleased. For the moment, he still found Jiang Lingyun acceptable.

But he also knew that spoken promises were the most worthless of all. He immediately raised a hand, signaling for brush, ink, and paper to be brought.

“Since you have made such assurances, I am gratified.”

He continued, “You will one day serve as an official. You must understand that words are not as reliable as written commitments. What do you think?”

Seeing the brush, ink, and the red ink for thumbprints, Jiang Lingyun was completely stunned.

He should have known that a family of officials would not be so easily deceived.

For a moment, he had no way out.

If he signed rashly, the marriage might succeed—but he would be bound never to take concubines or keep outside companions, effectively cutting off his future options.

To make his cousin a concubine was already a grievance. If she were left without status or forced to marry another, the Liu family would never agree.

If matters escalated, his reputation would be ruined, and the Jiang family would not let him off lightly either.

But if he refused, it would reveal his lack of sincerity, and the Jiang family would certainly not give Tangtuan to him.

He was being pushed into a corner.

After a brief pause, Jiang Lingyun picked up the brush.

With flowing strokes, he wrote out a vow. Seeing that he dared to write it, Old Master Jiang felt he had not misjudged him.

But when it came time to press his thumbprint, Jiang Lingyun said, “Though I sincerely mean what I have written, marriage is not something I can decide alone. Let me first record this promise. Once I return home and inform my parents, I will then press my thumbprint as a guarantee to you and the young master.”

Hearing this, Old Master Jiang showed neither anger nor approval.

He stroked his beard, looking at Jiang Lingyun with a thoughtful gaze.

Jiang Lingyun quickly added, “Filial piety comes first among all virtues. My family is poor—my parents endured much hardship to support my studies to this point. Though in my heart I fully agree with your wishes, I do not dare decide such matters on my own without consulting them.”

Old Master Jiang laughed. “Look at how anxious you are. Since you are willing to write this promise, it shows sincerity. And you are right—filial piety comes first. One must consider one’s parents.”

“You are calm and thoughtful in your decisions. That is a good quality.”

Jiang Lingyun let out a breath. “Thank you for your understanding. I will return and inform my parents at once.”

He knew he could not settle the matter hastily. He needed to stabilize the situation first, then discuss it with his parents and decide on a strategy.

Seeing that Old Master Jiang was not angered, but even somewhat understanding, he finally felt reassured.

After exchanging a few more words, Jiang Lingyun took his leave.

“Hmph. His words sound so good—willing to do anything, agree to everything. But the moment something real is required, his expression changes. I don’t think he is a suitable match at all.”

Madam Jiang had been observing from the inner chamber. Jiang Lingyun’s performance had clearly displeased her.

“Good thing A-Yuan came up with this plan. Otherwise, we would never have seen his true character.”

Old Master Jiang was clearly far more composed than Madam Jiang.

“He is a young man. To demand that he never take concubines or keep outside companions for the rest of his life is already asking much of him. That he was willing to agree is better than most. And what he said is not wrong—how could he not inform his parents?”

“We are parents ourselves. If Tangyuan had a major matter and made the decision without telling us, how would you feel?”

Madam Jiang fell silent. The reasoning was sound, yet she still felt somewhat displeased.

“Very well, defend him if you wish. Let us see what he says next.”

Two or three days passed after that, and the Jiang family still had not seen Jiang Lingyun return.

Though Old Master Jiang favored him, he would not allow himself to be kept waiting like this. Translated on Hololo novels. Since Jiang Lingyun could not promptly give an answer, then before anything was decided, he could hardly blame them for considering someone else.

The next day, he summoned Zhao Guangzong.

Tangtuan knew his father had already met with Jiang Lingyun. Now that Zhao Guangzong had come, he pleaded with Madam Jiang to let him listen to what he would say.

Madam Jiang could not refuse him. She thought that if Zhao Guangzong also proved unreliable, simply telling Tangtuan afterward might still leave him clinging to false hopes. It would be better for him to hear it himself—if there was something lacking, there would be no need for the family to say more.

So she allowed him to listen from the inner room.

Old Master Jiang asked Zhao Guangzong the same questions he had asked Jiang Lingyun.

“My Zhao family comes from a farming background, of humble status, unworthy of matching the Jiang household. Yet you, sir, are upright and without prejudice toward rank.”

Zhao Guangzong had visited the Jiang residence several times, but this was the first time Old Master Jiang had spoken so plainly. Startled, he immediately rose and said respectfully, “Even so, I still worry that I might wrong the gongzi. If I am fortunate enough to marry him, I will care for him wholeheartedly. Even if you had not raised the matter, I have no intention of taking concubines.”

Old Master Jiang, having heard Jiang Lingyun’s many vows before, expected Zhao Guangzong would also swear something similar.

But hearing that he had no such intentions from the start, he was somewhat surprised.

“You truly think this way?”

Zhao Guangzong answered respectfully, “My parents live in harmony and have never taken concubines or kept outside companions. I wish to follow their example.”

He spoke sincerely. Some might say that the Zhao family had no concubines simply because they lacked wealth.

But he had seen Qi Beinan—powerful, successful, and well-off—yet still devoted to Bao ge’er alone.

In that way, the household was peaceful, and their bond deep. He thought this was good.

Hearing this, Old Master Jiang felt a quiet satisfaction.

“And if you were required to put this into writing, would you still keep your promise?”

“Of course. Otherwise, would it not be empty words?”

From behind, Tangtuan watched as Zhao Guangzong took up the brush without hesitation, wrote the agreement, and pressed his thumbprint in red ink—all in one smooth motion.

Seeing his decisiveness, Tangtuan pressed his lips together, though the corners of his mouth still lifted.

Madam Jiang smiled softly and said, “This foolish boy is far more devoted than that one from the Jiang family.”

Old Master Jiang, however, said, “You decide so readily without consulting your parents? If they object, would that not be unfilial?”

“Jiang gongzi is from a distinguished family, gentle in temperament—a most suitable match. If such a match falls to me, how could I not show sincerity?”

“If my parents do not agree, yet I simply wish to reap the benefits, would that not be foolish?”

“Filial piety comes first, but that does not mean right and wrong should be entirely subject to one’s parents. If so, whether it is blind obedience or not, a man who stands upright should already have established himself. If I still cannot judge matters for myself or make decisions, how could I support a household?”

After saying this, Zhao Guangzong added, somewhat embarrassed, “Beyond all that, I personally hold affection for Jiang gongzi.”

“One heart can hold only one person. There is no room for another. Thus, I do not see taking him as my wife without concubines as any hardship. If my parents object over the lack of heirs through concubines, then for the one I care for, I should be the one to persuade them—not let him suffer for it.”

“For this, no matter what, I am willing to make this commitment.”

After hearing him out, Old Master Jiang looked at him deeply.

He had not expected such words.

Before, he had thought Jiang Lingyun’s hesitation was understandable. But now, comparing the two, Jiang Lingyun’s sincerity seemed lacking.

Only through comparison could one truly see the difference.

Zhao Guangzong appeared gentle, yet he was someone who could stand firm.

Such a man was one who could be relied upon for life.

“You see things clearly and have your own convictions.”

Old Master Jiang did not immediately state his decision, but when Zhao Guangzong left, he allowed Tangtuan to escort him out.

“You’ve been smiling all this while. Is there something making you happy?”

From the moment he saw Tangtuan, Zhao Guangzong’s gaze had not left him.

Tangtuan’s face flushed slightly. “I heard everything you said to Father.”

Zhao Guangzong paused. “You…”

“Then… are you willing?”

Tangtuan felt as though a small bird was fluttering in his chest.

Instead of answering directly, he gently brushed the back of Zhao Guangzong’s hand.

The meaning was clear without words.

Zhao Guangzong wanted to hold that warm, soft hand, but restrained himself within the Jiang residence.

He did not want to lose the goodwill he had just gained from Old Master Jiang.

“I only wonder whether Master Jiang and Madam will agree to our matter.”

Tangtuan said, “If they did not, why would they allow me to openly come and see you off?”

Zhao Guangzong could not help but ask, “Did you also see off Jiang juren?”

At this, Tangtuan withdrew his hand from where it touched Zhao Guangzong’s and said, “What sort of person do you take me for? Setting aside that he did not satisfy Father—even if he had, if Father told me to see him off, I would not have gone.”

Hearing this, Zhao Guangzong felt a great sense of relief and happiness.

“I knew you favored me.”

“Who says I favor you? I only listen to my family.”

Zhao Guangzong said, “If not for you standing on my side, I’m afraid Master Jiang would not even have agreed to see me.”

He knew well that Tangtuan must have played a part in it.

Jiang Tangtuan felt happy as well.

But he was also a little worried. “Nothing has been settled yet. I’m afraid he might still try to persuade Father with clever words and cause trouble.”

Zhao Guangzong replied, “Don’t worry. He won’t have another chance to talk his way through it.”

After returning home, Jiang Lingyun told his parents everything that had happened at the Jiang residence.

Upon hearing it, his father and mother were quite angered, loudly cursing the Jiang family for bullying others with their power.

“What man is expected to keep only one wife? Does the Jiang family really think their ge’er is some heavenly being?”

“This cannot be agreed to. That Jiang ge’er looks frail and sickly, hardly someone suited to bearing children. If we accept their terms, what will happen to the Jiang family line?”

“I say the Jiang family must know their own ge’er cannot bear children, which is why they’ve come up with such a scheming demand to protect him.”

Jiang Lingyun listened to his parents’ tirade, but found their words ultimately useless.

“So, does that mean we abandon the Jiang marriage altogether?”

At this, his parents fell silent.

Their anger came from the collapse of what had been a perfect plan.

But to give up the Jiang family entirely felt like cutting flesh from their own bodies.

Yet if they did not, the Liu family would be difficult to explain to.

The whole family was troubled.

After several days of consideration, Jiang Lingyun’s parents came up with a compromise.

They would go to the Jiang family and propose adding a condition to the written agreement: if Jiang gongzi did not bear a child within three years, Jiang Lingyun must still be allowed to take a concubine.

At the same time, they would go to the Liu family and promise to bring Cousin Liu into the household after three years.

Once the marriage was secured, everything else could be negotiated.

Jiang Lingyun felt the plan was not entirely proper, yet he could think of no better solution.

But just as he prepared himself and went to the Jiang residence to present his parents’ proposal, he found his cousin from the Liu family standing outside the gates, crying.

Startled, he rushed forward, intending to take her away—but before he could, several servants from the Jiang household came out and brought her inside.

Jiang Lingyun hurried after them, trying to enter, but was stopped at the gate.

“So you’ve finally shown yourself, Jiang juren. These past few days, no one could find you. Yet your unknown cousin has come here, crying at the gate as though the Jiang family had done something shameful.”

“The master and madam have already invited her inside. You’d best not try to force your way in.”

“Steward Zhou, please grant me this favor. There must be some misunderstanding.”

“What misunderstanding? She came saying she is your betrothed cousin from your hometown—and she even brought a token as proof.”

The steward looked at Jiang Lingyun with disgust. “If there’s a misunderstanding, go settle it at the magistrate’s office.”

With that, he spat. “Ungrateful climber, shutting the gate!”

The doors were closed, leaving Jiang Lingyun outside, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, yet helpless.

No matter how he pleaded, the guards ignored him. With no choice, he had to return home to inform his parents.

—

“When he was young, his family was poor, barely able to get by. There was no money for his studies. As a child, he would cut grass and pass by a private school, listening outside the door. Unexpectedly, he had talent, and learned to read that way.”

“The teacher said he was gifted, and if he studied properly, he might have a great future. So the Jiang family borrowed money everywhere to support his education. My family is related to him, and though we are not wealthy, we could at least afford food, so my father funded his studies.”

“For over ten years we supported him. He promised to marry me as repayment for the Liu family’s kindness. We exchanged tokens, and I waited patiently for him.”

“But after he went to Jinling and passed the examination, he told me that a great family had chosen him as a son-in-law, and I could only become a concubine.”

“I was heartbroken, but what could I do? Without power or status, I could only accept it. Yet even that was not enough for him—now he refuses even to take me as a concubine and wishes to sever all ties.”

“My body and heart already belong to him. If he abandons me for a higher match, how can I go on living?”

“I have no choice but to beg you, sir, to grant me a way to live.”

Cousin Liu wept bitterly, her story deeply moving.

Hearing all this, Old Master Jiang was furious.

If she were lying, she still held a genuine token of betrothal.

No wonder Jiang Lingyun had hesitated to sign the agreement that day, speaking of consulting his parents—he had been wavering between two sides, unable to decide.

When first asked about marriage, he had answered so confidently. Who would have thought that for the sake of advancement, he would go this far?

He had seemed so modest and honest, yet his schemes ran deep.

Old Master Jiang could not help but regret his own carelessness, having trusted him at face value without investigating thoroughly.

Now it had turned into such a disgrace.

Fortunately, Tangtuan had not actually been promised to him.

“The Jiang family never intended to take him as a son-in-law. I merely respected him as a scholar. Go back and tell him—our ge’er is already betrothed. He is to mind his words and not speak nonsense again, or I will not be lenient!”

“Thank you for your mercy, sir.”

Cousin Liu kowtowed repeatedly.

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When Jiang Tangtuan heard of the matter, he hurried back home. Madam Jiang was reclining on a couch, still recovering from anger.

“Your father, that fool—after half a lifetime as an official, he was still deceived by such a young man. What a disgrace.”

“Are Mother and Father alright?”

“It’s nothing serious,” Madam Jiang said. “Luckily, we did not promise you to him.”

After a pause, she added, “Your father has already decided—you will marry Zhao Guangzong. A letter has come from the estate in Ling County. It says the Zhao family is honest and upright. Zhao Guangzong was personally approved by your brother, and Qi tanhua has also vouched for his character. No matter what, he is far better than Jiang Lingyun.”

Tangtuan had not expected that after all this turmoil, his father would make up his mind about Guangzong.

For a moment, he did not know what to say.

He recalled Zhao Guangzong’s words that Jiang Lingyun would have no chance to argue again, and could not help but wonder—had he already known about Cousin Liu all along?

But no matter what, his wish had been fulfilled. His heart was filled with countless emotions.

Of course he was happy, but he did not quite know how to express it.

The first thing he thought of was to write a letter to Bao ge’er.

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Zhao Guangzong & Jiang Tangtuan (II)

After returning to the inn, Zhao Guangzong barely touched his evening meal.

His thoughts were still fixed on what had happened during the day.

He had never expected to encounter Tangtuan so suddenly on the street, and had been completely unprepared—appearing just as he was, without even properly tidying himself.

Nor had he expected that after meeting, they would have the chance to sit together alone and share tea.

Thinking of it, his heart filled with an indescribable sense of fullness.

In the past, he had not understood how someone like Qi Beinan, who seemed to have everything under control, could lose himself over such matters of love.

Now, seeing himself lying on the couch, unable to eat, unable to do anything else, he suspected he was no better.

He could not help but wonder—Tangtuan had accepted the box, but would he understand his feelings?

If he did not, then it could simply be taken as a small trinket from an older brother to a younger one.

But if he did understand, what would he think?

In truth, whether he understood or not, it seemed it did not matter. Translated on Hololo novels. The difference between them was like clouds and mud. Even if he understood, what could come of it?

Though he knew this, Zhao Guangzong still selfishly hoped that he would know his heart.

Perhaps they were not fated to spend a lifetime together, but at least Tangtuan would know that he was someone worthy of being cherished—that there had once been someone who held feelings for him.

Zhao Guangzong tossed and turned, unable to sleep, just like that sleepless night years ago at the post station under a bright moon.

A restlessness rose in him. Suddenly, he got up, opened the door, intending to fetch some cold tea.

As the door opened, he nearly bumped into a young man with delicate features. The man was startled for a moment, then gave him a polite bow.

Zhao Guangzong returned the greeting. The man said nothing more and went toward his own room.

Watching his departing figure—dark green robe, tall and straight—

Zhao Guangzong suddenly realized this was the scholar he had seen earlier in the alley meeting his sweetheart.

He did not find it strange. Talented young men meeting their beloveds was something he had often seen during his time at the county school.

He was only a little surprised that this man was also among the Jiang family’s acquaintances and had come to attend the wedding.

He thought no further and went to fetch a cup of cold tea. After drinking it, his mind calmed somewhat.

Listening to the night watchman strike the hours outside, he finally fell asleep.

The next day, Zhao Guangzong rose early. After washing and dressing, he changed into a well-fitted set of clothes and set out by carriage to attend the Jiang family banquet.

Guests gathered in great numbers, their carriages and sedan chairs crowding the alleyways.

Zhao Guangzong dismounted at the entrance and walked the rest of the way with his gift.

The Jiang residence was elegant and spacious, filled with guests.

Though Zhao Guangzong did not recognize a single familiar face, the Jiang family’s hospitality was thorough. With stewards and servants attending to every detail, no guest was neglected.

He found a seat among the guests when a cheerful voice called out behind him, “Brother Zhao.”

Turning around, he saw the groom himself—Jiang Tangyuan—dressed in bright red wedding robes, full of youthful vigor.

“Since we parted in the capital, it’s been quite some time. When I heard you were appointed to Feng County, I was overjoyed. I had intended to congratulate you in person, but I’ve been occupied with the wedding and haven’t had the chance to invite you properly.”

“Marriage is a major matter. I’ll be in Feng County for the time being—we’ll have plenty of chances to meet.”

Zhao Guangzong said, “Today, it is your great joy.”

“What are you looking at? You seem so absorbed.”

A young nobleman walking beside Jiang Tangtuan joked with him. Seeing that Tangtuan did not respond and instead stared in one direction for a long while, he grew curious and followed his gaze.

“Who is that? I don’t think I’ve seen him before.”

Jiang Tangtuan came back to himself, but did not wish to say much. “He must be one of my brother’s acquaintances. Zhu ge’er, you go inside and enjoy yourself. I’ll go greet the newly arrived guest.”

“Alright.”

After sending his friend away, Jiang Tangtuan straightened his robes and was about to step forward when someone blocked his path.

“Little Master Jiang.”

The man greeted him with a bow. “It’s been some time since we last met. Your complexion looks much rosier—clearly, things have been going well for you.”

Jiang Tangtuan recognized him as Jiang Lingyun, a former student of his father. He returned the greeting politely.

He was not unfamiliar with this person. After Jiang Lingyun had passed the examinations, the family had hosted a gathering for scholars and guests, where his father had become acquainted with him and, finding his writing promising, had allowed him to visit their residence.

Jiang Lingyun visited frequently, coming every few days and often bringing food to his courtyard. Especially after Jiang Tangtuan returned from the capital, his attentiveness had only increased.

Tangtuan knew well what this meant.

After discussions in the capital about arranging a marriage, his father and elder brother had hoped to find him a suitable match—even if the family background was somewhat lower, it did not matter. What mattered was that, in times of trouble, the family would stand up for him.

With Jiang Lingyun behaving this way, he had clearly caught the attention of his father and brother.

Tangtuan could not say he liked him, nor could he say he disliked him. Because of that, he treated him with courtesy and propriety.

His family had always treated him well. When it came to marriage, he would naturally follow his parents’ wishes and the arrangements of matchmakers.

If his father decided to betroth him to Jiang Lingyun, he would have no objections and would simply prepare himself for marriage.

But after meeting Zhao Guangzong yesterday, and now seeing Jiang Lingyun again today, a trace of impatience unexpectedly rose in his heart, breaking his usual calm.

In truth, he knew clearly that during their journey to the capital, he had already felt something for Zhao Guangzong—something different from what he felt toward other men.

But after Zhao Guangzong failed the exam and returned home, separated by distance and circumstance, they had no further connection.

Though his heart had once stirred, he knew they likely had no such fate, and so he could only smooth over those springtime feelings.

Even so, whenever Bao ge’er mentioned Zhao Guangzong in passing, he could not help but ask a few more questions.

He had already resolved not to think of him again. Yet yesterday they met again—and he had even received such a gift…

He had not slept well at all last night.

He had once wondered whether Zhao Guangzong might hold even the slightest affection for him, but he had not dared to hope for much. Though both of them were not lacking in looks or talent, if neither had someone in their heart, finding each other pleasing was nothing unusual.

But later, he had heard nothing from Zhao Guangzong, nor received even the smallest sign of goodwill. Inevitably, he had felt it had all been one-sided on his part.

That he had meant nothing to him.

Who would have thought—there had been a place for him in Zhao Guangzong’s heart after all?

A sense of sudden clarity and joy rose within Jiang Tangtuan, like willows parting to reveal blooming flowers. Yet at the same time, he felt a little annoyed—why had Zhao Guangzong only made it known now? If he truly had feelings, why had he not let him know earlier?

He was not one to chat idly with others, and his nature tended toward overthinking.

He had imagined countless possibilities—good and bad… even wondered whether Zhao Guangzong’s actions now had ulterior motives. But today, he cast all those thoughts aside and simply wanted to see him.

“Tangtuan?”

Jiang Lingyun had been speaking to him for quite some time—about where he had gone recently and what he had been doing, explaining why he had not visited.

He also mentioned discovering some delicious food and said he would bring some the next day after the banquet.

Though he knew Tangtuan was quiet and not lively, after such a long time without a single response, he began to feel that Tangtuan had not been listening at all.

He had felt a little guilty earlier for visiting his cousin the day before, but now, seeing Tangtuan like this, he no longer felt he had done anything wrong.

Tangtuan’s thoughts were entirely on Zhao Guangzong; he had indeed not paid much attention to what Jiang Lingyun had been saying.

Coming back to himself, he said apologetically, “I slept late last night and am not very energetic today. I hope Jiang juren will not take offense.”

“No matter, no matter.”

Jiang Lingyun said, “Your health is not very strong. Today there are many guests for your brother’s wedding, and you’ll have to help receive them. Just don’t overexert yourself.”

“Alright.”

Tangtuan gave him a polite bow. “Please excuse yourself. I’ll go greet two old acquaintances who have just arrived.”

Zhao Guangzong had only spoken briefly with Jiang Tangyuan. Though both felt they had more to say, there were too many guests to speak at length. Soon, Jiang Tangyuan would have to go out to receive the bride and could not stay.

Turning his head, Zhao Guangzong spotted Jiang Tangtuan not far away and felt a surge of joy. But before he could approach, someone else stepped in front of him first.

The two spoke for quite some time, appearing quite familiar.

A faint discomfort rose in Zhao Guangzong’s heart, but when he saw clearly who it was, that feeling faded.

It was the very scholar he had seen yesterday in the alley.

Though he too was a young talent, Zhao Guangzong had seen him meeting a young woman intimately. Naturally, he would not now mistakenly connect him with Tangtuan.

“Since you saw me, why didn’t you come over? You acted as if you hadn’t seen me at all.”

After sending Jiang Lingyun away, Tangtuan quickly searched for Zhao Guangzong again and saw him standing quietly to one side.

He had clearly seen him—yet said nothing.

Tangtuan was usually gentle and reserved, but he had a certain pride. He simply did not show it to outsiders.

Seeing Zhao Guangzong so indifferent, he felt displeased. If that were the case, why had he given him that doll yesterday?

“I saw you speaking with someone familiar. I don’t know that person, so I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Seeing Tangtuan’s displeasure, Zhao Guangzong quickly explained.

Hearing this, Tangtuan pressed his lips together. “He is one of my father’s students, named Jiang Lingyun. He is also a juren.”

Zhao Guangzong nodded. “I could tell he was a scholar from the way he spoke.”

Seeing that Zhao Guangzong did not seem to care at all about Jiang Lingyun speaking with him, Tangtuan felt another surge of displeasure.

Looking around and seeing no one nearby, he asked in a low voice, “What did you mean by giving me that doll yesterday?”

Caught off guard by such a direct question, Zhao Guangzong felt his ears grow warm.

Meeting Tangtuan’s steady gaze, he paused, then said, “If you want me to say it plainly, I would be glad to. But there are too many people here—I fear someone might overhear and harm your reputation.”

At this, Tangtuan’s face flushed slightly.

He said, “You… when are you returning to Feng County?”

“After the banquet. I’ll set out early tomorrow morning.”

“So soon…”

Tangtuan knew that, having just taken up his post, Zhao Guangzong could not linger outside for long. He then said, “Then… when will you come to Jinling again?”

Zhao Guangzong did not understand the meaning behind his words and thought he simply did not want to hear any confessions. So he answered honestly, “If it’s not for official business, I’m afraid it will be difficult to come.”

Tangtuan’s brows tightened slightly. Though it was true, hearing it said so plainly still stung.

Lowering his voice, he said with a hint of annoyance, “Then it’s fine if you don’t come at all. Better yet, don’t write to me either.”

Fortunately, Zhao Guangzong was not so foolish as to miss the meaning entirely. “I… can write to you?”

“Didn’t I just say not to?”

“I’ll write! Even if you don’t read them and burn them, I’ll still write.”

Understanding a little more of Tangtuan’s meaning, Zhao Guangzong felt a dizzying, almost unreal joy.

Suppressing it, he added, “Even without official business, I’ll come to Jinling whenever I have time.”

Tangtuan felt that if they continued speaking, his face would grow so red that others would notice.

Though he wanted to say more, he restrained himself.

Softly, he said, “When you leave, I’ll have someone from my side see you off.”

“Who is that young man Tangtuan was speaking with? He looks unfamiliar. Why were they talking for so long?”

Madam Jiang, radiant with joy on her son’s wedding day, could not help but ask while attending to her guests.

“Tangtuan is gentle by nature. Don’t let him be deceived by those scholars who slip in among the guests.”

Seeing Zhao Guangzong—tall, upright, and handsome, yet unfamiliar—she could not help but be cautious.

“I heard from the young master that he is his friend from the capital, a fellow examinee during the metropolitan exams. Though he did not pass, he has since found success and is now serving as assistant magistrate in Feng County at a young age.”

A servant replied, “He must have come specifically to attend the banquet.”

Hearing this, Madam Jiang said, “In that case, it is a proper acquaintance. Tangtuan went to the capital with his brother—it is only natural they would know each other.”

“Now that he holds office in Feng County, there may be future dealings. Go inform the master and see if he would like to meet him and exchange a few words.”

“Yes.”

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Zhao Guangzong & Jiang Tangtuan (I)

In the seventh month, under a blazing sun, it was the height of summer.

Zhao Guangzong bid farewell to his family and set out for Feng County to take up his post.

After more than half a month of travel and jolting roads, he finally arrived at the county.

He had come lightly, bringing only a hired long-term worker with him.

Upon arrival, he first settled into an inn, washed and rested, and once his energy returned, he changed into proper attire, took gifts, and went to pay a visit to the county magistrate.

For many years, his early life had been smooth. Everything had been arranged by his parents and elders, and he had only needed to devote himself fully to studying.

Later, after passing the xiucai and then the juren examinations, his experiences broadened. His parents could no longer oversee everything nor account for every detail, and he began to learn to stand on his own, to shoulder the rise and fall of his family.

Unexpectedly, those became the years in which he grew the most.

In dealing with people, in conduct, in resolve…

He had suffered losses and endured cold looks, but just as Qi Beinan had once told him, only when one truly stumbles and is hurt does one grow deeply and remember well.

The magistrate of Feng County had already received news that the new county assistant magistrate would soon arrive. It was said he was a juren recommended by an examiner from Ling County.

Though he came from a scholarly background, his origins were actually higher than the magistrate’s own. The old magistrate had purchased his position through family donations and had spent nearly twenty years in mediocre service before reaching his current rank.

When he saw Zhao Guangzong—tall, upright, and well-composed—he took note.

Magistrate Wang observed that Zhao Guangzong was well-dressed, spoke properly, and had brought generous gifts. A very respectable young man, and he treated him with courtesy in return.

With the allowances he received from the county office, Zhao Guangzong rented a residence and settled down.

Once everything was arranged, he officially assumed his post in the eighth month.

One day, after returning home from the office, a courier delivered him a letter.

Opening it, he saw that it was from Qi Beinan.

He was delighted—he had been meaning to write to Qi Beinan about his situation in Feng County, yet unexpectedly, the letter had come first.

After reading its contents, he was momentarily stunned, then overjoyed.

Jiang Tangyuan was returning to Jinling to be married. Qi Beinan could not leave the capital and hoped Zhao Guangzong could attend the wedding banquet in his stead.

Though Zhao Guangzong had felt regret at failing the metropolitan examination, now that he had become an official through recommendation, he could no longer sit for the exams again.

That attempt had been his first—and his last.

The companionship formed during the examination journey had thus become especially precious.

Now, Feng County was only a day or two’s journey from Jinling, and his duties were not particularly heavy at present. He could easily make the trip.

Zhao Guangzong prepared generous wedding gifts and went to request leave from the magistrate.

Hearing that he was going to attend the Jiang family wedding in Jinling, the magistrate readily approved and even regarded him more favorably, asking him to bring along words of congratulations.

In early September, Zhao Guangzong arrived in Jinling.

He reached a day ahead of the banquet and first sent his visiting card to the Jiang residence. The Jiang family had not known he was coming, and since they had not known where to send an invitation before, they quickly sent him one upon hearing of his arrival.

They had intended to host him at their residence, but Zhao Guangzong, fearing the house would be too crowded with guests, declined to trouble them.

The Jiang family did not insist. Instead, they arranged for him to stay at an excellent inn in the city.

The inn was festively decorated with red lanterns, wedding couplets, and paper cuttings on the windows. Zhao Guangzong learned that the entire inn had been reserved by the Jiang family specifically to accommodate guests attending the wedding.

He had known that the Jiang family had served as officials for generations and possessed some wealth, but Jiang Tangyuan himself had never been ostentatious. He had not expected such grand arrangements in Jinling.

Sitting in a corner of the inn’s main hall, Zhao Guangzong drank tea and listened to other guests discuss the marriage alliance. The family Jiang Tangyuan was marrying into was another prominent household in Jinling—a match of talent and beauty, equal in status and standing…

Hearing these conversations, he felt both happy for Jiang Tangyuan’s fortunate marriage and, at the same time, could not help but think of someone else. A trace of melancholy rose in his heart.

After failing the metropolitan examination, he had already given up any such thoughts. Returning home, he had buried himself in study for another attempt, burying that person deep within his heart.

He did not think of them and believed he had truly forgotten.

Yet when he was later selected and assigned to Feng County near Jinling, he had stood there stunned for a long time.

At the mention of Jinling, the first person he thought of was still that person.

After being appointed, he had often wondered in quiet moments whether he might see Jiang Tangtuan again.

Even if not face to face—just one distant glance would be enough.

But he also knew it was unlikely. Jiang Tangyuan had remained in the capital as an official, and Jiang Tangtuan had likely been living there as well. Translated on Hololo novels. With so many outstanding young men in the capital, she would surely choose someone reliable from among them.

Yet he had not expected Jiang Tangyuan to return to Jinling for his wedding. And for such an occasion, Jiang Tangtuan would certainly return.

Just then, Qi Beinan’s letter arrived, asking him to attend.

From the moment he received the news, prepared gifts, and set out for Jinling, his heart had been filled with anticipation and joy.

But now, as the day drew closer and he came nearer to that person, alongside his happiness, there arose a quiet sorrow—perhaps this would truly be their last meeting.

Suddenly, the tea in his hands lost its taste. Zhao Guangzong rose and went outside for a walk.

In September, the fragrance of osmanthus filled the air, carried faintly on the breeze through the streets.

Standing at the mouth of an alley, Zhao Guangzong let out a long breath.

“Cousin, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you. While you were gone, my parents said I’ve visibly grown thinner. How could you be so heartless, not even writing to me? Have you forgotten me now that you’ve passed the exams and gained a bright future?”

“How could I forget you? I’ve hardly had enough time to think of you. If I were truly so heartless, how could I have sent you cloth and goods every so often? How did you come here? The journey from the village to Jinling is so far—did you suffer much on the way…?”

Hearing a young couple speaking tenderly, Zhao Guangzong could not help but turn and glance back. In the alley stood two young people.

He did not see their faces clearly, only that the man was tall and upright, dressed in a dark green robe.

After speaking a few words, the man carefully took the woman’s hand and led her toward a private room in a teahouse.

Zhao Guangzong paid them little mind and was about to continue walking when a carriage stopped not far away.

“Zhao langjun? Is that you?”

At the sound of a voice like flowing water—familiar, yet almost unbelievable—Zhao Guangzong looked up.

A corner of the carriage curtain had been lifted. A figure leaned slightly by the window, dressed in soft yellow, almond-shaped eyes smiling faintly.

It was Jiang Tangtuan.

Zhao Guangzong could not help but freeze. Quietly, he drew in a breath, his index finger subtly brushing his sleeve into place.

Zhao Guangzong then stepped forward unhurriedly and gave a bow. “Jiang gongzi.”

“I thought I had mistaken you for someone else. I didn’t expect it truly was Zhao langjun.”

“I just came out from the inn and was thinking that since I’ve never been to Jinling before, I might as well take a walk around.”

Autumn lay warm and gentle around them. Their eyes met, and after so long apart, one would have thought there would be many things to say.

Yet after gazing at one another for a moment, neither spoke.

Jiang Tangtuan seemed to have grown healthier.

Back then, he had been so thin, his complexion always pale, his lips lacking color.

He had never spoken much, like a quiet gardenia blooming in a corner, as if a breeze could easily bend him.

Now there was a little fullness in his cheeks, a hint of rosy color.

It seemed that life in the capital had treated him well, that he had been carefully nourished.

Zhao Guangzong thought this and felt an indescribable happiness.

When the Jiang residence received his visiting card earlier, Jiang Tangtuan had happened to be there and heard that Zhao Guangzong had come.

He had already known Zhao Guangzong would come to attend the wedding, so he was not surprised.

Since they parted in the capital, nearly two years had passed.

Zhao Guangzong was still the same—always meeting others with a gentle smile, making those who spoke with him unable to help but smile in return.

Yet he felt that compared to two years ago, Zhao Guangzong had grown much steadier.

What began as polite greetings—seeing that each of them was well—made further inquiries seem unnecessary.

Jiang Tangtuan stepped down from the carriage, and the two of them went together to a teahouse by the street to share a cup of tea.

Since they had mutual acquaintances, the conversation did not feel unfamiliar, and there was much to say.

Jiang Tangtuan spoke at length about Qi Beinan and Xiao Yuanbao’s life in the capital, and also handed over the items Xiao Yuanbao had asked him to bring.

“As long as they are living well in the capital, I can feel at ease. Before, I always worried that without family or friends there, life would be difficult for them.”

Zhao Guangzong smiled. “I heard that Brother Luo and Madam Bai have also gone to the capital. With them looking after one another, it must be even better.”

Jiang Tangtuan said, “Not only do they take care of each other—they even took care of me as well. Bao ge’er and Sister Gui pooled their resources to open a medicinal-diet shop. I benefited from it too; they’ve helped regulate my health a great deal.”

Zhao Guangzong said in surprise, “So that’s the case. No wonder you look much better than before.”

At this, Jiang Tangtuan raised a hand to lightly touch his cheek and lowered his voice. “Was I truly that unwell before?”

Zhao Guangzong grew flustered at once. “No, no—I didn’t mean you were bad before. It’s just that now that your health has improved, you’re even better.”

Jiang Tangtuan pressed his lips slightly.

He looked at Zhao Guangzong again. “How have things been for Zhao langjun in Feng County?”

“I’ve only just taken up the post. New position, new affairs—there are many duties I’m still unfamiliar with. It will take time to grow into them.”

Zhao Guangzong added, “But for now, things are alright. There’s nothing too troubling. The county magistrate is also easy to get along with and occasionally offers me guidance.”

Listening to him speak plainly of both good and bad, without boasting as many young men did, Jiang Tangtuan found him all the more reliable.

“The beginning of anything is always the hardest. Though my elder brother doesn’t speak much to me about official matters, when he first entered the Hanlin Academy, he left early and returned late—it was clearly not easy.”

Zhao Guangzong nodded. “Hearing you say that puts my mind more at ease.”

As the topic turned to matters of the capital, he paused, then could not help but say, “Now that Brother Jiang is married, when you return to the capital, you’ll have your sister-in-law for company. It will be even more lively.”

Jiang Tangtuan, perceptive as he was, caught the meaning behind his words.

Gently, he said, “This time, after returning to Jinling, I won’t be going back to the capital.”

Zhao Guangzong froze and asked quickly, “Then will you be staying in Jinling for a long time, or are there other arrangements?”

“My parents are getting older and hope that I remain by their side. Unless there are changes in official postings, I will stay in Jinling.”

After saying this, he added, “Though it’s hard to say how long that will be. Now that my brother is married, my parents inevitably begin to worry about my own matters.”

Zhao Guangzong felt as though a splash of cold water had been thrown over him. It did not chill him completely, but it was enough to sober him.

He said slowly, “Yes… being able to stay by one’s parents’ side is certainly a good thing.”

Jiang Tangtuan nodded lightly and said no more, instead lifting his tea and taking a quiet sip.

He glanced at Zhao Guangzong. Seeing that he had fallen silent, he turned to look out the window and said softly, “It’s getting late. I should head back.”

“Zhao langjun, come early to the residence tomorrow for the banquet.”

Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhao Guangzong quickly stood.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask him to stay, but he knew it would be improper and had no suitable reason.

In haste, he took out a palm-sized wooden box from his sleeve. He had carried it with him for so long that it had grown warm.

He knew that if he did not give it today, he might never have another chance.

Even if it were refused, it would at least settle one wish.

He handed the box to Jiang Tangtuan. “I happened to see this little trinket while I was out. It’s not worth much—just something novel to look at. You’re still young; perhaps you might like such things.”

Jiang Tangtuan hesitated when he saw the box. The thought that Zhao Guangzong had been carrying a gift on him stirred something unfamiliar in his heart.

After a moment’s hesitation, he found a reason that seemed proper. “Zhao langjun is close with my elder brother. By age, I should call you elder brother as well.”

“I’ve often heard my brother say that Zhao langjun is considerate toward those younger than him. Now, remembering that I’m young and even preparing a gift for me, I’m very happy.”

Only after saying this did he accept the gift.

Seeing that he had not refused, Zhao Guangzong felt a quiet relief.

He accompanied him all the way to the carriage. Even after it departed, he remained standing where he was, watching.

Inside the carriage, Jiang Tangtuan looked at the small box in his hands, feeling both pleased and not entirely pleased.

He stared at it for a while.

The attendant beside him asked in confusion, “Gongzi, won’t you take a look?”

After a moment, Jiang Tangtuan finally opened the box.

“Ah, gongzi—this doll…”

The attendant exclaimed.

Inside, resting on silk, was a small ceramic doll. Its brows were gentle, its almond eyes soft, its lips thin, its nose small.

Aside from its slightly rounder cheeks, it bore an uncanny resemblance to Jiang Tangtuan.

Though its form was like the common dolls sold in the market, its features were clearly different.

It was unclear where Zhao Guangzong had found such a piece.

At first glance, one might think he had chosen it simply because it resembled him.

But hearing the attendant’s exclamation, Jiang Tangtuan realized he had not been mistaken.

Suddenly, he thought—if the gift was like this, then it was not something that could be casually given to just any ge’er or young lady.

Then… had he prepared it especially for him?

To have it on hand even during a chance encounter in the marketplace—he could not have foreseen this.

Which meant the doll had been carried with him all along… waiting for the chance to give it to him.

At this thought, Jiang Tangtuan’s face suddenly flushed.

He quickly placed the doll back into the box and closed the lid.

“The gift Zhao langjun gave—who knows what he meant by it.”

He said, “Keep this matter to yourself. Do not speak of it to anyone.”

“Yes.”

Holding the box, Jiang Tangtuan suddenly lifted the curtain and glanced back toward the street.

Crowds moved to and fro, carriages clattered past. They had already traveled far from the teahouse.

And yet, he could still see—at the place where he had boarded the carriage—that upright figure still standing there…

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Lin Qingyu & Gu Yanxu (End)

“Junzhu, would you like to rest a bit longer, or prepare to get up?”

“Breakfast has all been prepared. Only the porridge the lord ordered before he left is still cooking.”

Ye fulang entered to tidy up and saw that Gu Yanxu was already awake. At that moment, he was staring at the canopy above, lost in thought, a faint smile at the corner of his eyes as he asked.

Gu Yanxu came back to himself. He pulled the brocade quilt tighter around his body. With even the slightest movement, a deep soreness spread through him.

A body long pampered could hardly endure even a little strain.

Too embarrassed to complain of pain, he only said, “I’ll get up in a bit.”

The moment he spoke, he realized his voice had gone hoarse. Startled, he quickly shut his mouth, his eyes widening.

“Ah, then rest a little longer. The porridge should be ready soon.”

Ye fulang smiled and adjusted the curtains again before lowering them.

Last night, Lin Qingyu had asked for hot water in the kitchen. The servants naturally understood what had taken place.

Gu Yanxu pulled the blanket over his head. Though he knew the servants would not dare to tease him,

he and Lin Qingyu were properly married—what had happened was only natural. If nothing had happened, it would instead invite gossip.

Even so, knowing that did not stop the embarrassment.

Especially when he thought about how, last night, for their first time, he had been so…主动.

He almost felt too ashamed to face Lin Qingyu again!

Gu Yanxu lay in bed for quite a while longer before slowly getting up.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingyu rode in his carriage, the horse nearly running its legs off before he managed to arrive at the office just in time.

He straightened his robes slightly and entered. The officials had already gathered.

As he stepped in, many of them cast glances his way.

It was no wonder—they were looking. Normally, he was either the first to arrive or among the first three.

Yet today, even Ren Heng, who was always the last to arrive, was already seated, leisurely brewing tea.

“They say marriage can slow a man down. I suppose I believe it now.”

Ren Heng spoke with a faint smile.

Sitting beside him, Qi Beinan also curled his lips slightly.

Lin Qingyu knew he was being teased, but he was not annoyed.

He quietly began arranging his documents, a trace of a smile visible on his face.

Qi Beinan and Ren Heng exchanged a glance. It was rare to see Lord Lin in such a good mood.

Qi Beinan could not help but think that Xiao Yuanbao had been visiting the Lin residence frequently lately—perhaps those two adversaries had truly begun to reconcile?

He did not ask. If things were improving, that was already a happy outcome.

Taking advantage of the cool morning light, the officials busied themselves with their duties.

By the afternoon, when the heat set in and drowsiness followed, there was little motivation left for work.

Thus, the mornings in the office were always the busiest.

Lin Qingyu was usually focused. Once he entered the office, he could settle his mind regardless of the time of day.

But today, for some reason, his thoughts kept drifting.

And every thought, without exception, turned to Gu Yanxu.

At one moment, he wondered if he had gotten up yet; at another, what he might be doing after rising.

In the past, he rarely concerned himself with how Gu Yanxu spent his days or whom he associated with.

It had seemed enough that each of them simply went about their own affairs.

But as he thought, last night’s events suddenly surfaced in his mind.

The feeling of those slender legs wrapped around his waist—it still seemed to linger.

How could someone like him… be like that?

Crying on one hand, yet refusing to let him stop…

A rush surged through Lin Qingyu’s entire body.

“Not going for lunch?”

A light knock sounded on the desk. Qi Beinan called out to him.

Lin Qingyu came back to himself and realized it was already midday.

He responded and told Qi Beinan to go ahead.

In the afternoon, Lin Qingyu did not rest, instead finishing the tasks he had left from the morning.

When it was time to leave, he immediately packed up and went home.

Ren Heng returned from the Ministry of Personnel and, seeing that Qi Beinan was still there while Lin Qingyu had already left, remarked in surprise, “What’s gotten into him today?”

Qi Beinan said, “Perhaps he has something to attend to.”

After saying that, he added, “I’ll head back as well.”

After leaving the palace and reaching the inner city streets, Lin Qingyu saw the lively bustle of people and carriages.

Only then did it occur to him that he had returned rather early today.

He stopped the carriage driver, thinking to pass some time outside before going back.

Time was indeed spent—but when he finally returned, he carried a food box of pastries, along with a few newly popular items from the capital.

In the end, he had simply spent that time in another way—on Gu Yanxu.

“He’s back?”

When the maid happily came to report this, Gu Yanxu was seated at the dressing table, tidying himself.

He had slept for most of the day and refused to get up, only taking a few bites of porridge after Ye fulang told him Lin Qingyu had instructed it to be prepared for him.

“Why is he back so early today!”

Ye fulang smiled. “What else could it be? Naturally, he’s thinking of Junzhu.”

At this, the tips of Gu Yanxu’s ears warmed, though his expression remained composed. “Don’t speak nonsense.”

Then he urged, “Hurry and finish arranging my hair!”

When Lin Qingyu entered the room still wearing his official robes, Gu Yanxu was hurriedly putting on his crown. Seeing that Lin Qingyu had not even changed clothes, he paused slightly.

Usually, Lin Qingyu did not come here to change, which made him think he still had time to prepare. He had not expected him to come directly to the room today.

Though they had been married for several months, he had rarely seen Lin Qingyu in official attire.

In the mornings, by the time he woke, Lin Qingyu had already gone to the office. When he returned, he would first change into casual clothes in the study before coming over.

He remembered asking his mother when he was young what she liked most about his father.

She had said that what captivated her most was the sight of his father in official robes. At the time, he had not understood—official robes were merely green or red, hardly as beautiful as fine silks.

He had thought it was because his father, as a duke, wore purple robes that made him look noble.

But now, seeing Lin Qingyu standing straight and composed in a simple green robe, for no reason at all, his face flushed slightly.

Only now did he understand his mother’s meaning. What one loved was not the status, but the person.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Gu Yanxu pretended not to care much about Lin Qingyu’s return and straightened himself, continuing to fix his appearance in the mirror.

“Just got up?”

In the end, Lin Qingyu was the one who spoke first.

Gu Yanxu gave a soft “mm,” then said, “You came back rather early today.”

Lin Qingyu fell silent for a moment. Had he really been returning that late all this time?

Gu Yanxu noticed that Lin Qingyu was holding something but had not asked the attendant to mention it, assuming it must be something important. He asked, “What did you buy?”

“Pastries.”

Lin Qingyu still had Gu Yanxu’s earlier remark in mind—that he had come back early today—and felt there was a hint of quiet grievance in his tone.

A trace of guilt stirred within him. He had not intended to say more, but as if wanting to make up for it, he added,

“I bought them especially for you.”

Gu Yanxu’s eyes lit up. Hearing this, he immediately set aside what he was doing and moved toward the table.

Seeing this, Lin Qingyu opened the food box. Inside were a plate of pineapple cakes and a plate of water chestnut cakes.

“The master who makes crab roe pastries wasn’t there today, so I bought something else.”

Gu Yanxu took a bite of the pineapple cake. It was sweet, almost as if it melted straight into his heart.

It wasn’t as though he had never eaten fine pastries before. Having eaten so many, they had long since seemed ordinary to him. Yet now, he felt that what Lin Qingyu had brought back tasted especially good.

He did not hold back his praise and said it was delicious.

“Then I’ll bring some for you in the future as well.”

Hearing this, Gu Yanxu lifted his eyes to look at him.

He felt that the man before him seemed almost like a different person from before.

“What’s wrong with your neck?”

Lin Qingyu noticed that his collar was drawn higher than usual. The weather had already grown warmer, and most people had begun changing into lighter clothing.

Yet Gu Yanxu had done the opposite.

At this, Gu Yanxu instinctively raised a hand to cover his neck.

He shot Lin Qingyu a light glare, pressed his lips together, and turned his head aside, a trace of anger rising.

Lin Qingyu’s brows moved slightly. “What is it?”

“I knew you would laugh at me.”

Gu Yanxu had been brooding over this for quite some time in the room, repeatedly regretting how things had gone the previous night.

He was afraid Lin Qingyu would think him frivolous and look down on him.

And now, asking about his neck like this—wasn’t it clearly meant to tease him?

Lin Qingyu did not understand how he had suddenly become upset. He said, “Why would I laugh at you?”

“You were the one who bit it, and now you ask on purpose—how is that not making fun of me?”

Lin Qingyu froze. Seeing Gu Yanxu turn his head away, his eyes slightly red, it was clear he was truly upset.

A tightness rose in his chest. “I truly didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Let me see. Is it serious?”

But Gu Yanxu refused to let him look, covering his neck and turning away again.

Seeing him act willfully, Lin Qingyu did not feel annoyed. Instead, he found it unexpectedly… endearing.

He reached out and took hold of Gu Yanxu’s wrist, gently patting it. Seeing that he did not resist too strongly, he carefully lowered his hand.

On that fair neck were several faint purplish marks, trailing down toward the collarbone. Beyond that could not be seen.

Gu Yanxu’s neck was long and slender. The night before, Lin Qingyu had caught glimpses of it and found it pleasing, and without thinking, had kissed it a few times.

He had not felt that he used much force, yet it had still turned out like this.

“Does it hurt?”

Gu Yanxu felt his gaze linger, his fingertips lightly brushing along his neck, making him feel a little ticklish.

It almost seemed as though he truly hadn’t known it would turn out this way. Then again, remembering that he had said he had never been with anyone before marriage, perhaps he really didn’t know.

“It doesn’t really hurt.”

“I’ll be more careful in the future.”

Lin Qingyu sat beside him, a hint of concern in his voice. “Are you feeling alright otherwise?”

He had not lied—yesterday had indeed been his first time. He had originally intended to be restrained and proper, thinking there would be plenty of time in the future.

But he had not expected Gu Yanxu to be so… enthusiastic.

For a moment, he had lost control. It had indeed been too much.

Gu Yanxu’s face flushed red. After resting for most of the day, he was already much better.

He did not answer Lin Qingyu’s question, but instead asked softly, “Do you think I was too… improper?”

“No.”

Lin Qingyu answered immediately.

At most, he had simply been surprised.

Before, in his eyes, Gu Yanxu had always been dignified and proud, raised in luxury, as though there was little in the world he truly regarded highly.

That likely included him as well, the husband arranged by a duke.

Since Gu Yanxu had treated him with indifference, he had in turn kept his distance.

Their life together had been like cooled water.

But now, seeing that he was not as he had first appeared—and that perhaps there was some place for him in his heart—how could he possibly feel any disdain?

“You like this… it’s good.”

Hearing this, Gu Yanxu’s brows shifted slightly.

Looking at Lin Qingyu’s usually cool face, he hadn’t expected that he too would take pleasure in such matters. In the end, he was still a man.

Seeing his flickering gaze, Lin Qingyu seemed to guess his thoughts.

He reached out and pulled Gu Yanxu into an embrace. Though they were not facing each other, being pressed close made it easier to say what was difficult to speak aloud.

Near his ear, Lin Qingyu said softly, “What I meant wasn’t only in bed.”

“I apologize for judging you based only on what I saw before. From now on, I will put you first in all things. I hope to truly come closer to you and understand you. In the long years ahead, I hope that by my side, you can be as happy as you were in your family home.”

Leaning against his shoulder, Gu Yanxu listened to his words. The corners of his lips slowly lifted.

He felt happy, yet also a little shy, and simply wrapped his arms tightly around Lin Qingyu.

“You have to keep your word.”

Lin Qingyu said, “If I break today’s promise, may I lose forever what I seek.”

Gu Yanxu held him even tighter. “I also want to understand you. I want to know what you like to eat, what you like to do… I want to know how you lived, day after day, before you met me…”

“Alright.”

“I’ll tell you everything, one by one.”

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Lin Qingyu & Gu Yanxu (Part 2)

In that instant, Gu Yanxu felt a weight press down over him—Lin Qingyu had already leaned over him.

Because it seemed… he had softly murmured in agreement.

When Gu Yanxu heard Lin Qingyu ask whether they would consummate the marriage tonight, he was so overwhelmed with embarrassment that his mind went completely blank, leaving him not knowing what to do or what to say.

Even though he was deeply flustered, his awareness had still responded. Perhaps he feared that if he did not answer, things would end up as they had on their wedding night.

Before the marriage, his family had arranged for an older fulang to instruct him in matters between husband and husband. Even if such instruction had not been arranged, he already understood these things.

Ever since he had learned to read, he had liked to read those less reputable storybooks, the kind filled with tales of love and passion.

And where there were love stories, there were naturally descriptions of intimacy.

Because the books were not of refined standing, the descriptions were all the more detailed and bold, filled with all manner of variations.

When he first read them, he would hide within his bed curtains, blushing furiously. Translated on Hololo novels. But after years of reading such stories, he could now lounge openly on the couch in broad daylight while flipping through them.

Knowing was one thing—but he had never experienced it himself.

On the day of the wedding, it was not the first time he had seen Lin Qingyu.

When the top scholar had paraded through the streets, he had gone to Anhua Lou to join the crowd and catch a glimpse of his bearing.

At that time, however, he had felt little beyond thinking that the top three graduates that year were all quite impressive.

The title of top scholar came once every three years. As someone born and raised among the nobility in the capital, he had long since lost any particular excitement for such parades of new jinshi.

Later, when his father heard that the emperor intended to select consorts, he feared that a ger like Gu Yanxu—raised in luxury, outwardly composed and proper yet inwardly simple in nature—would suffer if he entered the palace. So he hastily chose a suitable son-in-law from among the talented young men in the capital.

After that, Gu Yanxu saw Lin Qingyu two more times—once for a formal meeting, and once when the betrothal gifts were presented.

In other words, by the time they were married, he had seen Lin Qingyu three times in total, while Lin Qingyu had only seen him twice.

During their formal meeting, they had exchanged few words, observing propriety and keeping their distance.

He was composed; Lin Qingyu was cool and reserved. When the two were together, it was difficult for any feelings to arise.

If they had been the kind of people who fell in love based on appearance alone, perhaps a single glance would have been enough to stir affection.

But both were exceptionally good-looking and had seen plenty of beauty before; neither was someone who would base feelings on appearance.

Yet on the wedding day, when the veil was lifted, he saw Lin Qingyu dressed in bright red wedding robes, his features like a painting, his bearing cool and upright, standing close before him like the unworldly, transcendent gentleman described in storybooks.

He felt that although he did not have the overwhelming, tempestuous emotions described in those tales, he did not dislike this person.

Since they were married, he was willing to do what was proper between them.

Only, he and Lin Qingyu were still unfamiliar with each other. And with such matters, he was nervous. Not wanting to show any weakness before Lin Qingyu, he kept his face taut and composed, even more so than during their formal meeting.

They removed their elaborate robes. The incense in the room carried a faint effect of arousal, and Lin Qingyu seemed prepared to proceed according to custom.

Yet for some reason, he looked at him deeply for a moment before asking,

“Junzhu… are you unwilling?”

Gu Yanxu’s long, elegant brows twitched slightly. What did he mean by asking that?

If he said he was unwilling, that wasn’t true. But if he said he was willing… wasn’t that the sort of answer a ge’er would only give in those tender, affectionate moments described in storybooks?

Yet he did not feel that kind of deep, lingering affection toward Lin Qingyu, so how could he bring himself to say such soft, yielding words?

Lifting his slender neck slightly, he said, “I never said you couldn’t touch me.”

Lin Qingyu’s brows faintly tightened, almost imperceptibly. After a long silence, he said in a calm, indifferent tone, “Sleep.”

Gu Yanxu was completely bewildered. He did not understand what had come over Lin Qingyu. He did not seem angry, yet he did not seem pleased either.

Hearing those words, however, Gu Yanxu felt a flicker of anger. Since Lin Qingyu was not going to proceed, he certainly would not beg him to.

And so, on their wedding night, the two of them rested with their own thoughts, each harboring unspoken feelings.

In the days after their marriage, Lin Qingyu remained neither warm nor cold.

At first, Gu Yanxu carried himself with lofty composure, just as he did outside, fully maintaining the noble bearing of a duke’s son and Anping Junzhu.

In the beginning, he had no particular feelings for Lin Qingyu, so whether Lin Qingyu treated him with closeness or distance did not matter to him.

But gradually, as they lived under the same roof, his feelings began to change.

On rainy days when they went out to banquets, Lin Qingyu would hold an umbrella for him, keeping him sheltered at his side;

When he happened to learn that Gu Yanxu liked crab roe pastries, he would bring some back when he encountered new ones at pastry shops after work;

At dinner, he would also pick food for him…

Gu Yanxu was simple-hearted and easily moved. Bit by bit, his heart came to hold Lin Qingyu.

Yet while his feelings had changed, Lin Qingyu remained the same—neither truly close, nor distant. He had never treated him poorly, but neither was there warmth beyond what was proper.

He did not know that Lin Qingyu had never wished to marry him in the first place, nor that this treatment was simply Lin Qingyu fulfilling the duties of a husband.

So on one side, he maintained the dignity of a Junzhu before Lin Qingyu; on the other, he felt troubled and uncertain, not knowing what to do.

Now that he felt they had grown a little closer than before, he did not want to miss this chance.

But when Lin Qingyu’s breath brushed against his neck, he felt a trace of regret. Earlier, when asked, he had given one kind of answer; now, when asked again, it was another. Would Lin Qingyu laugh at him even more?

Yet there was no time to dwell on it. The sensations of the moment pulled him back.

His face flushed red. Within the layers of curtains, nothing could be seen clearly, but simply knowing what was happening made his face burn all the more.

Still, when he realized that Lin Qingyu did not seem particularly practiced in such matters—at least not as effortlessly skilled as described in storybooks—his nearly overheated face eased slightly.

“You… haven’t done this before?”

The rain outside still poured loudly, but the voice of the person beneath him was still clear—they were simply too close.

Lin Qingyu paused slightly. His usually cool voice seemed tinged with warmth, turning a little hoarse.

“I’ve only been married once.”

Hearing this, an inexplicable sense of pleasure rose in Gu Yanxu’s heart.

He asked again, “Before marriage, you didn’t have anyone in your chambers?”

In the dimness, Lin Qingyu’s hand traced along Gu Yanxu’s fair, slender waist. “No. I’ve read some books, but there are still things I’m unfamiliar with.”

He added, “If it hurts, tell me.”

Gu Yanxu’s face flushed again.

There was some discomfort, but he could bear it.

Thinking that even a great scholar could have uncertainties, he felt that, in this, they were equal.

Recalling the various depictions in storybooks, Gu Yanxu, who had been lying properly, shifted his legs slightly, adjusting himself to better receive him.

Lin Qingyu stilled.

A moment later, the sounds within the room grew more pronounced.

Rain fell heavily through the entire night, its steady rhythm almost lulling.

But not everyone slept.

At dawn the next day, the sky just beginning to lighten—

Lin Qingyu woke, lifting a corner of the bed curtains to see that the room was already faintly bright.

His brows tightened. He quickly rose carefully from the bed.

Since he had first begun studying, he had never woken this late. In haste, he washed, changed into his official robes, and prepared himself, not even having time for breakfast.

But before leaving, he turned back.

Gently lifting the bed curtain, he glanced inside.

On the bed, Gu Yanxu’s hair was slightly disheveled. Without any adornment, he looked as pure and delicate as a night-blooming flower, still sleeping quietly.

A faint, unnoticed smile touched Lin Qingyu’s lips as he slowly lowered the curtain.

He instructed the servants to prepare some porridge for Gu Yanxu and not to disturb his rest, then hurried off to court.

Hearing the footsteps fade, Gu Yanxu, who had long since been awake, slowly opened his eyes.

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Lin Qingyu & Gu Yanxu (Part 1)

Lin Qingyu called for his attendant and had him go to the study to fetch the medicinal ointment from the cabinet.

Though the residence was large, he and Gu Yanxu did not live in separate courtyards. Even so, despite sharing the same compound, they did not often sleep in the same room.

There was a sleeping chamber attached to the study. When Lin Qingyu finished official duties late, he would simply stay there for the night.

Since he slept and rose there, for convenience, he had already placed part of his clothing and washing items in that side as well.

Lin Qingyu felt more at ease there, and gradually treated it as his main living space. Gu Yanxu’s main room had instead come to feel more like a guest room.

Ordinarily, he would come over in the evening to share dinner. After eating, if he still had duties, he would return to the study; if not, he would stay here for the night.

“What kind of ointment is this? It smells like fresh grass… almost like when the grass first turns green in spring.”

Gu Yanxu watched as Lin Qingyu took some ointment and gently applied it to his scalded finger. As soon as it was spread, the scent of grass rose up.

The finger hurt a little under Lin Qingyu’s touch, but seeing the refined and handsome man lowering his head to carefully tend to him, Gu Yanxu forgot all about the injury, forgot all about the pain.

Instead, it felt as though he had tasted a bit of honey in his heart.

“It was made by an elder in my family. I found it quite effective, so I always carry some with me.”

Lin Qingyu lifted his eyes and saw Gu Yanxu slightly twitching his nose as he smelled the ointment, showing no disdain for something made by a rustic healer, looking almost like a small rabbit.

He said, “If it works well for you, I’ll leave some here in your room.”

Gu Yanxu nodded. “Alright.”

Lin Qingyu looked at him for a moment longer. Seeing a faint redness still lingering beneath his eyes, he asked, “Does it hurt?”

Gu Yanxu paused, then said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore after applying the medicine.”

Lin Qingyu found it difficult to imagine the person before him crying over a scalded finger.

Perhaps he had grown accustomed to Gu Yanxu’s composed, dignified, and elegant bearing. To suddenly see him with messy hair, crying because he had burned his finger while failing to make soup, felt utterly different from the finely dressed figure who usually sat poised in grandeur.

Lin Qingyu thought, perhaps he had never truly understood him.

After they had some pastries and tea in the room, the physician came to examine Gu Yanxu’s injury. Seeing that it was nothing serious, Lin Qingyu still had official duties to attend to and returned to the study.

As soon as Lin Qingyu left, Gu Yanxu flopped happily onto the couch, his eyes shining as he said to Ye fulang, “He said he knows how to make soup, and he’s going to teach me!”

Ye fulang smiled. “The lord may seem a bit cold on the surface, but in his heart, he truly dotes on ge’er.”

Gu Yanxu felt delighted, but also a little worried. “He won’t go back on his word, will he? What if he gets busy with official matters and forgets?”

“Since the lord has said it, he surely won’t.”

Gu Yanxu felt reassured. That evening, Lin Qingyu was occupied with official business and did not come to dine with him, but he still ate quite a bit.

After the meal, he went to the storeroom to look for some long-kept valuables to have sent to Xiao Yuanbao.

He felt that Xiao Yuanbao’s advice had truly been useful and good. No wonder he and Lord Qi were so loving as a couple.

After sorting for quite a while, a few dull rumbles of thunder sounded outside, and soon rain began to fall.

Night had fully settled. Gu Yanxu glanced toward the direction of the study, wondering whether Lin Qingyu would come over to sleep tonight.

Of course, he hoped he would come. But since they had not even shared dinner tonight, according to his usual habits, he likely would not.

Even knowing this, he still had the servants leave a lantern lit in the corridor. Inside the room, he lit candles and read, staying up into the night, waiting until the lights in the study were extinguished before he would sleep.

Ye fulang understood his thoughts and said, “Junzhu might as well send word and ask the lord to return to the main room to rest. It’s raining after all. You could say the study is cold at night, while it’s warmer here. That would be easy enough to say.”

Gu Yanxu had already taken off his shoes and socks, dressed lightly, lying on the soft couch flipping through a storybook. “That would be too embarrassing. I won’t.”

Seeing him grow stubborn again, Ye fulang said, “You were doing so well this afternoon. You managed to speak up then. Why is it that after just a few hours, you refuse again?”

“It can’t always be me who speaks first. Wouldn’t that let him have complete hold over me? And you’re not allowed to call him either. If he wants to come, he’ll come on his own.”

Ye fulang had no way with him and could only agree.

When Lin Qingyu finished his work, the rain was already pouring heavily, lightning flashing and thunder roaring outside.

He stood for a while at the entrance of the study. An attendant came forward and asked, “My lord, will you be resting in the study tonight, or returning to the main room?”

Lin Qingyu looked out at the night rain. “It’s already quite late.”

“If I go over now, I may disturb the Junzhu’s rest.”

Earlier, when he had come to the study, Gu Yanxu had been at home, yet he had not gone to accompany him for dinner. He had originally planned to return to the main room after finishing his work tonight, but had not expected it to run this late.

The attendant then said, “The lights in the main room are still on. The Junzhu has not yet retired.”

Lin Qingyu paused slightly. After a moment, he took a lantern from the attendant and headed toward the main room.

Hearing that Lin Qingyu was coming over to sleep, Gu Yanxu, who had already been drowsy from waiting, jolted awake. “At this hour, he’s actually coming!?”

He immediately jumped off the couch.

With Ye fulang’s help, he hurriedly put on his shoes and socks, then stuffed the scattered storybooks into a box.

When Lin Qingyu entered, what he saw was Gu Yanxu dressed in light purple inner robes with a soft outer robe draped over him, leaning by the flower table and quietly reading.

“What are you reading so intently that you’re still awake?”

Hearing this, Gu Yanxu felt a flicker of guilt and answered, “Poetry.”

Lin Qingyu glanced at the title on the page and paused. “Since when does Zhuangzi write poetry?”

Only then did Gu Yanxu realize that the book in his hands was actually Zhuangzi. His cheeks immediately flushed red.

In his rush just now, he had simply grabbed the book Ye fulang had handed him. His mind had been entirely on Lin Qingyu coming over, and he had not taken in a single word on the page, let alone noticed what book he was holding.

Gu Yanxu wished he could find a hole in the ground and disappear into it.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Lin Qingyu could not bear to laugh. He removed his outer robe and said, “Read it tomorrow. It’s getting late.”

Gu Yanxu responded and hurriedly closed the book, pulling open a drawer to tuck it inside.

Feigning composure, he said, “Why did you come over? I thought after finishing your duties, you’d rest in the study.”

“You didn’t want me to come?”

Gu Yanxu froze for a moment, surprised that Lin Qingyu would say such a thing.

“No—no, that’s not it. It’s just that the rain and wind are strong outside. I thought it might be cold coming over.”

A trace of softness appeared in Lin Qingyu’s gaze. The two of them removed their outer garments and got onto the bed.

The attendants lowered the layered curtains, trimmed the candle wicks, and withdrew.

Lying side by side, the room grew quiet, making the sound of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning outside all the clearer.

This was not the first time they had slept together, so they were somewhat accustomed now. Translated on Hololo novels. It was no longer like before, when they lay awake all night out of discomfort. Even so, they had not yet consummated their marriage.

Sleeping together truly meant just that—sleeping properly side by side, without even their sleeves or fingers brushing.

Gu Yanxu did not know why, but tonight he wanted to be a little closer to the person beside him.

Perhaps it was because Lin Qingyu had personally applied medicine to him that afternoon, or perhaps because he had come over tonight.

But he still could not bring himself to take the initiative—to hold his hand, or to slip into his embrace.

Even now, with the lamps extinguished and hidden behind layers of curtains where neither could clearly see the other, it was the same.

He felt that doing so would be improper, and feared Lin Qingyu might look down on him.

“Are you afraid of thunder?”

Hearing that the person beside him had yet to fall asleep, his breathing slightly uneven, Lin Qingyu asked.

Gu Yanxu listened to the rumbling thunder outside. Since he had asked, he simply admitted, “A little.”

Lin Qingyu’s brows shifted slightly. “Don’t be afraid.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Yanxu felt a firm arm wrap around his waist, pulling him into an embrace.

A faint, cool fragrance filled his nose—that unique scent belonging to Lin Qingyu.

Pressed close, he could hear the steady thump of a heartbeat.

Lin Qingyu knew his own heartbeat was faster than usual.

He had never held Gu Yanxu before, nor had he ever imagined what it would feel like to hold a ge’er in his arms. Now that he did, it felt… good.

The person in his arms was warm and soft, his waist especially slender.

Suddenly, he felt a hint of regret for not having done this sooner.

But before, he had not truly understood Gu Yanxu, and so such thoughts had never arisen.

Their breaths intertwined. Lin Qingyu was a man, and with a beautiful, rightful spouse in his arms, it was only natural that certain thoughts would stir.

He asked, “Do you want to consummate the marriage tonight?”

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Xiao Yuanbao later dreamed again of how the two of them had pledged themselves for life, and how Qi Beinan had exposed Madam Qin’s pretense of virtue in front of Xiao Hu…

Then their marriage… their journey to Linzhou to begin their life together…

The rest of the dream passed like fleeting glimpses, flashing by in fragments.

“Die, hasn’t Xiao Die woken yet?”

“Shh, keep your voice down. Xiao Die has been taking care of Yue ge’er and hasn’t slept well at night. Let him rest a while longer.”

“Mm.”

Xiao Yuanbao faintly heard the small voices, and as the dream faded, he woke.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar canopy of soft green gauze above him and lingered in a brief daze.

Only after realizing where he was did he raise a hand to part the layered curtains. As they fell open, he saw a tall figure standing by the window, reading at the desk.

Dark brows like ink, eyes deep as an abyss, the same face as the one in his dream.

Only, the person in the dream had carried the bright, spirited air of youth, while the man before him now bore the calm and warmth shaped by years.

Hearing movement, Qi Beinan instinctively looked up and saw Xiao Yuanbao sitting quietly on the bed, watching him.

“You’re awake?”

Qi Beinan set his book aside and walked over.

Xiao Yuanbao spoke softly, “Why are you reading here? Wouldn’t the study be more spacious and brighter?”

Qi Beinan sat at the edge of the bed. “I saw you asleep here, so I thought I’d read for a while nearby. Just like when you were little. Isn’t it nice?”

A faint smile curved at Xiao Yuanbao’s lips. “Why are you so clingy? You can’t even bear to be apart from others more than Jingzhe and Yue ge’er.”

“Just now, I thought I heard Jingzhe’s voice. Did he come in?”

Qi Beinan said, “He came to see you, saw you were still asleep, and went out to play in the garden.”

“You’ve been sleeping more lately. Is something wrong with your health?”

Xiao Yuanbao shook his head. “It’s nothing. I’ve had the doctors outside take a look, and Sister Gui examined me as well. It’s just autumn drowsiness.”

As he spoke, he tilted his head and leaned into Qi Beinan’s embrace. “I had so many dreams.”

Hearing the lingering softness of sleep in his voice, Qi Beinan wrapped an arm around him and asked gently, “What did you dream about?”

Enveloped in Qi Beinan’s warmth, Xiao Yuanbao felt especially at ease and slowly recounted everything he had seen.

“Tell me… why would I dream something like that? I feel like the person in the dream was me, as if we were cast from the same mold. And yet, I also feel it wasn’t me. I’m not that kind of person.”

“In the past, I would sometimes dream of my childhood in the village, or of the people and things in the county. But in those dreams, you were always there. These recent dreams are strange… they’re of more than ten years of time where you weren’t there at all.”

After speaking, Xiao Yuanbao waited for a while, but Qi Beinan said nothing.

His brows shifted slightly. Translated on Hololo novels. He thought himself foolish for taking dreams so seriously. They were illusions, after all.

Perhaps it was because the Junzhu had visited him during his confinement and, fearing he might be bored, had given him a couple of books to pass the time.

After reading them, he had placed himself into the stories—and so ended up dreaming those strange dreams.

Seeing that Qi Beinan did not comment, he added, “I was only speaking casually.”

Qi Beinan remained silent for a long time.

Life now was peaceful. He had first gained Jingzhe, bright and lovable, and now their dear second child, Erbao, had been born safely.

In such harmony and fullness, he had rarely thought of the past life anymore.

But hearing Xiao Yuanbao’s dream now, he felt suddenly shaken, emotions surging within him.

He asked, “In your dream… you told him to make osmanthus cakes and send them over?”

Xiao Yuanbao, seeing that Qi Beinan had been silent for so long yet suddenly asked this, realized he had been listening all along.

“Mm.”

He nodded. “I saw he was hesitating, so I told him to fight for himself just once. He did listen—and truly went and made them.”

Qi Beinan suddenly let out a soft laugh. In that single laugh was contained far too much emotion.

In truth, back then, after he had passed the examinations and taken office, what happened when he went to the village was no different from what Xiao Yuanbao had seen in his dream.

At that time, seventeen-year-old Xiao Yuanbao had been timid and lacking in confidence, believing himself inferior in every way, with nothing he felt he could rely on.

From their first meeting, Qi Beinan had already discerned his general disposition.

Such a temperament was, in truth, not especially likable.

For one, he was not open or generous; for another, his thoughts were difficult to read, which easily led to misunderstandings.

But Qi Beinan knew this was the result of upbringing, not Xiao Yuanbao’s fault.

Because of that, he had been especially patient, hoping to make up for what he owed him.

Even knowing Xiao Yuanbao’s nature, he had still been young then. Translated on Hololo novels. When his one-sided devotion in matters of the heart received not the slightest response, he could not help but fall into restless thoughts.

It was only when Xiao Yuanbao sent him a stack of pastries he had made with his own hands that he regained his confidence.

Which was to say, back then, Xiao Yuanbao truly had made those pastries for him.

Hearing Xiao Yuanbao speak of how, in his dream, he had urged his former self to fight for himself just once, Qi Beinan suddenly felt as though everything had been fated from the very beginning.

In those days, of course, there had been no dreamer to advise him. The pastries could be given away, or not fought for, since such things were easy to obtain again. Miss this time, and there would always be another.

Fine pastries could always be had again.

But a beloved langjun was different. Miss him once, and he would be gone forever.

People are not all the same. Rather than do nothing and regret it for a lifetime, it is better to be brave once in the present.

Even if things failed, one could look back on it without regret.

But back then, Xiao Yuanbao had no one to rely on, not even a close friend. Who would have told him such reasoning?

And yet, even without anyone to say it to him, with that very temperament of his, he still fought for himself once.

Because of this, Xiao Yuanbao dreaming of speaking to his former self was, in truth, nothing more than the thoughts he had once carried in his own heart.

Seeing that Qi Beinan had been listening and did not find his dream absurd, but was instead discussing it seriously with him, Xiao Yuanbao voiced the doubt in his heart:

“Tell me, the me in the dream was so timid and small in spirit. You, who had already seen the vast world and become a great official… how could you possibly have taken a liking to me?”

Stories of an emperor’s favored scholar falling for a countryside ge’er or girl did exist, though not many.

It was the countryside ge’er and girls who liked such tales. But those who wrote books did not favor them, for they themselves would not fall in love with countryside ge’er or girls. The scholars who held the brush preferred the sons and daughters of wealthy families.

Even those who wrote were like this, let alone someone like Qi Beinan, whose future was so promising.

Even if, because of good character, he upheld the marriage agreement, it would still be difficult for him to truly love the person Xiao Yuanbao had been in the dream.

At Xiao Yuanbao’s question, Qi Beinan smiled. Though he had never carefully analyzed or thought through exactly why he loved Xiao Yuanbao, when asked, the answer was already in his heart:

“I am, after all, somewhat different from others.”

He had lost his mother at a young age and had been raised by his father.

His father had been a true gentleman, devoted to love with unwavering constancy. Even after losing his wife in his prime, he never remarried, nor did he have any affairs.

With such a father as his example and under his guidance, Qi Beinan naturally grew upright in character.

Later, after his father passed, he devoted himself to his studies. Even when he grew older and felt the stirrings of affection, he placed them all upon the fiancé fulang he had never met for many years.

Because of this, when he first met Xiao Yuanbao, he already carried both responsibility and a measure of bias toward him.

But experience from those before him was not wrong. The delight of first sight fades easily. If one loves only by appearance, how could it last?

Xiao Yuanbao truly had no outstanding talents. If it were only a matter of responsibility, Qi Beinan could indeed have cared for him for a lifetime.

But in his heart, perhaps he would not have been able to truly love him.

“But just like that plate of osmanthus cakes you made with your own hands and brought to me, it was enough to show that the you in the dream was not as others judged you to be.”

“What I liked was not the pastries themselves, but the resilience behind them. A blade of grass breaking through the soil may seem insignificant and fragile, but the roots buried beneath run deep and far.”

There is no enduring love in this world that comes without reason. His years of lingering attachment to Xiao Yuanbao might have had other causes, but the most important reason was Xiao Yuanbao himself. Translated on Hololo novels. He truly possessed something worthy of love.

“So even if, back then, I had not come to rely on you and grow up by your side as in reality, but instead as in the dream… my feelings would have been the same.”

After hearing this, Xiao Yuanbao’s heart could not calm for a long time.

He was deeply moved, because Qi Beinan was not speaking pretty words to placate his dream, but had truly given his reasons.

“What you say makes sense. Thinking on it carefully, I like you, certainly in part because of your handsome appearance and your outstanding talent and ability.

“But in the end, what I like most is that whether in wealth or poverty, the way you treat others never changes; and your patience, your kindness… in the end, it all comes down to your character.”

He spoke his thoughts aloud, letting Qi Beinan know his heart.

Hearing this, Qi Beinan was naturally pleased. He pulled Xiao Yuanbao into his arms and asked, “Did you dream of anything else?”

Xiao Yuanbao paused. “Just some days of you serving as an official in Linzhou.”

Qi Beinan said, “Then do you want to know what happened afterward?”

“Afterward… what happened?”

“…There were many hardships and difficulties along the way, tears that could not be counted, and nights that could not be endured. But in the end… it all came to fulfillment.”

Xiao Yuanbao looked at him deeply, then smiled. “What is there to fear? Life is never smooth sailing. As long as we cherish what is before us now, it is enough that the ending is complete.”

Qi Beinan pressed a kiss to his brow. “I think the same.”

Qi Beinan did not speak of what came later, and Xiao Yuanbao did not mention what he had dreamed of afterward.

Neither wished for the other to know those things and grow troubled at heart.

And yet, precisely because they knew those stories, they would cherish even more the present that had not come easily.

Whether it was a dream, or something that had once truly happened, in this life, they would remain together until old age…

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Previous

Shao Ye walked over to stand in front of Xi Guanming, who was still seated where he was. After lowering his head to meet his gaze, he thoughtfully asked, “Is it inconvenient to touch like this? President, do you want me to squat down?”

Xi Guanming lifted his eyes to meet Shao Ye’s dark ones, clearly seeing his own reflection in them. The smile on his face grew gentler as he asked, “Shao Ye, would you mind taking off your shirt?”

“My shirt?” Shao Ye glanced down at what he was wearing.

Xi Guanming nodded, then added, “It might be a bit forward of me. If you’re not comfortable, that’s fine.”

“It’s fine, no problem.” Touching through the shirt probably wouldn’t feel as good anyway, and his shirt had been soaked with red wine, which wasn’t great.

Shao Ye first took off his tailcoat, then raised his hands to start unbuttoning his shirt. The buttons on this shirt were oddly shaped. He had already found them troublesome when putting it on, but at the time he couldn’t find anything else suitable in the dorm and had just made do. Now he realized it was even more of a hassle to take off.

If Xi Guanming hadn’t been standing right in front of him, he might have just yanked it open with both hands and torn it apart. The image flashed through his mind, and he immediately felt it was a bit too wild, probably enough to scare the president.

Seeing him struggle for a while and only manage to undo two buttons, Xi Guanming said with a hint of amusement, “Bend down.”

Shao Ye paused and looked over. Xi Guanming, still seated, gestured to him. He assumed the president wanted to say something quietly, so he cooperated and bent forward.

He forgot they were in Xi Guanming’s dorm. There was no need to get that close just to speak.

Xi Guanming reached out and placed his hand on the silver button Shao Ye had been struggling with. His fingers were far more nimble; under his touch, the buttons seemed to obediently come undone. Warm breath brushed against Shao Ye’s cheek, and he instinctively leaned back slightly. Then Xi Guanming’s low voice sounded beside his ear: “Don’t move.”

Shao Ye murmured an “oh” and froze, not daring to move. His eyes wandered instead, taking in the dorm. There were two beds. The other one looked like it had never been used. On the bedside table sat a foreign-language book he couldn’t understand at all, along with a water cup.

Xi Guanming had already undone the last of the five buttons, the final one close to Shao Ye’s lower abdomen. Shao Ye pressed his lips together, feeling as though the air in the room had grown warmer.

“All done,” Xi Guanming said, withdrawing his hand.

Shao Ye took off his shirt. The red wine on his chest hadn’t fully dried yet, leaving it slightly sticky to the touch. Being a considerate subordinate, he said, “President, wait a second. I’ll go find some tissues to wipe it off.”

Xi Guanming patted the spot beside him on the bed and said, “Sit here. I’ll wipe it for you.”

Shao Ye hesitated but sat down at the edge of the bed. Xi Guanming took out a cool silk handkerchief and gently brushed it across his chest. It tickled. Looking down, Shao Ye couldn’t help wondering whether that level of force could really clean the stain.

The hallway outside was silent. Inside the room, the only sound was their breathing. Shao Ye felt like something about the atmosphere was a bit off. After thinking for a moment, he said cleverly, “President, you probably could never work in a bathhouse scrubbing people.”

Xi Guanming: “……”

“That’s a shame,” he said, finally applying a bit more pressure.

A faint scent of red wine drifted from Shao Ye, as if just smelling it could make someone intoxicated.

Xi Guanming folded the used handkerchief neatly and placed it on the bedside table. His skin, under the bright overhead light, looked almost unnaturally pale. Against Shao Ye’s honey-colored chest, his fingers appeared even whiter. With just a slight press, the firm muscle dipped inward.

“It really is soft,” Xi Guanming said with a smile.

“Right? Right?” Shao Ye nodded enthusiastically, pleased that his statement had been confirmed.

But after touching, Xi Guanming didn’t immediately withdraw his hand. His fingers closed slightly, giving it a squeeze, then loosened, then squeezed again.

Shao Ye didn’t feel much about it. Someone appreciating his chest muscles, and that someone being the boss he admired, made him happy. Still, he vaguely felt that Xi Guanming’s expression was a bit strange. If asked exactly what was strange about it, he couldn’t quite say.

If Shao Ye had ever looked at himself in a mirror in the cafeteria, he might have realized that Xi Guanming’s expression right now bore a faint resemblance to his own whenever he saw mango pudding.

After finishing with the left side, Xi Guanming tested the right as well. Watching this, a bizarre thought popped into Shao Ye’s mind: did the president need to keep things balanced too?

“How long have you been training like this?” Xi Guanming asked.

“Three or four years, I guess,” Shao Ye said, not entirely sure. His earlier memories were a bit fuzzy.

Xi Guanming’s gaze subtly drifted downward. Shao Ye’s strong, long legs were neatly outlined by his trousers. Translated on Hololo novels. For a moment, Xi Guanming recalled the scene from the swimming pool that day, then said with a smile, “Your thighs and hips look well-trained too.”

Shao Ye chuckled, a hint of pride in his expression. “I’ve been focusing on lower-body training lately.”

Xi Guanming asked curiously, “Are the muscles there soft too?”

“…Kind of,” Shao Ye said.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but couldn’t quite find the words. He couldn’t very well suggest the president touch there too. That would be… too much.

“I was just asking casually,” Xi Guanming said with a smile, looking perfectly upright.

Shao Ye had no doubt about it, just like he still firmly believed that the president liked Jiang Yan.

However…

At some point, Xi Guanming picked up his phone and typed one-handed, replying to something. Shao Ye grew a bit bored but didn’t want to interrupt him, so he sat there obediently, waiting for him to finish.

More than ten minutes passed. Xi Guanming had already put his phone down, yet his left hand was still on Shao Ye’s chest, continuing to knead it. Shao Ye didn’t dare ask why he hadn’t finished yet, worried the president might think he was being impatient. But not saying anything…

The way the president’s hand moved was getting stranger and stranger, as if his chest were a canvas, fingers tracing circles of varying pressure, gradually drifting toward the center.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but whether it was comfortable… he wasn’t sure he even wanted to think about it. Sometimes, the body reacted in ways the mind couldn’t fully control, and might even start influencing the mind instead.

This couldn’t go on. If anything besides his hair started reacting inappropriately, the president might kick him out on the spot, and he’d never get to be his most loyal subordinate again.

Shao Ye firmly believed his orientation was completely normal. If a man could be touched like this for so long without any reaction, then something was wrong with that man’s body.

He decided to excuse himself to the bathroom. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Xi Guanming let out a heavy sigh first.

His sigh was heavy and weary. Shao Ye had never seen him like this before, and immediately abandoned the idea of slipping away to the bathroom, asking with concern, “President, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Xi Guanming shook his head, seemingly unwilling to say more.

Shao Ye instantly set his clever little brain in motion. In the academy, the president could have anything he wanted, and the only possible shortcoming might be that he lacked a girlfriend. A lightbulb symbolizing wisdom lit up in his head. He blinked at Xi Guanming and said, “President, are you missing Jiang Yan? I have her on WeChat. How about I video call her so you two can talk?”

Xi Guanming lightly pinched his chest. “Don’t disturb her.”

“Then why are you sighing?” Shao Ye asked, puzzled, while subtly pushing his chest muscles a bit more into Xi Guanming’s hand.

Xi Guanming said, “The student council has been busy organizing the arts festival and sports meet lately. I haven’t been sleeping well.”

In October, the academy would hold its autumn sports meet, and before that there would be an arts festival. The a academy required each class to put on a performance, with more than half the class participating.

“What performance is your class doing?” Xi Guanming asked.

Usually, people chose things like choir, ensemble music, or poetry recitation. But their class monitor wanted something more original and had even held a class meeting to brainstorm.

Even as he asked, Xi Guanming’s hand never stopped moving. Shao Ye’s adaptability was impressive. He had basically gotten used to Xi Guanming kneading his chest over and over. It was just a bit of squeezing, nothing serious.

He answered, “We haven’t decided yet. The class monitor asked me before, and I suggested we organize everyone to perform military boxing together. Everyone’s learned it, so it wouldn’t take much time to rehearse. It strengthens the body and would definitely impress the whole school.”

Indeed, in all these years, Xi Guanming had never seen military boxing performed at an arts festival. He smiled and nodded, seeming to approve.

Seeing him nod, Shao Ye immediately grew excited. “President, you think it’s a good idea too, right?”

“It is,” Xi Guanming said. After a pause, he asked, “Did your class monitor agree?”

Shao Ye’s face scrunched up instantly, disappointed. “No. The class monitor said it was a great suggestion, but I shouldn’t suggest it again.”

Xi Guanming laughed again. Seeing him laugh, Shao Ye felt happy as well and advised him, “President, don’t overwork yourself. Just hand things off to the students below you. If that’s not enough, you can give them to me. I’ll definitely handle them perfectly.”

Xi Guanming hummed in acknowledgment, then added, “There’s something else. My room is a bit empty. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel like there’s someone else in it. But maybe I’ve just been under too much pressure lately, a bit overly sensitive.”

The moment Shao Ye heard that there might be someone in the room, his eyes widened instantly. He scanned the surroundings vigilantly. If Xi Guanming hadn’t still been holding his chest, he might have crawled under the bed to check on the spot.

Although he couldn’t find anyone, Shao Ye still felt uneasy. He sensed this was his moment to shine. Straightening up, he said seriously, “President, I’ll stay here tonight and keep you company.”

Xi Guanming’s hand paused briefly on his chest. He frowned slightly, not quite agreeing. “That wouldn’t be appropriate, would it?”

“It’s fine, President. Your safety is more important. And you have an extra bed here anyway.”

“But…” Xi Guanming looked at him as if he wanted to say something but held back.

Shao Ye patted his chest. “President, we’re both men, and it’s not like we haven’t slept before—oh, oh! Now I know why you stayed in the office building that day!”

“I stayed in the office building… yes, that was part of the reason,” Xi Guanming said with a soft sigh.

“President, no matter what, I’m staying tonight. If you don’t let me, I’ll just stay here anyway.” As he spoke, he even wriggled himself further onto the bed.

Xi Guanming rubbed his temple with his free hand, looking troubled, clearly unable to refuse him. In the end, he could only concede, “Alright then. Sorry to trouble you, Shao Ye.”

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Author’s note:

【What is going on in No. 6’s livestream? Why is the camera always pointed at the door? Point it at the people! What’s the point of just hearing audio?】

: It’s showing the president giving No. 6 a massage

: Huh?

: It’s showing the president distributing sh—

: Has No. 6 finally been eliminated?!!!

: I’m speechless. It’s just touching his chest. Is the production really this sensitive? If they won’t even show this, when the president and No. 6 get into bed later, will the camera point under the bed?

: I’d be grateful if it pointed under the bed. I’m worried it’ll cut to those two swans in the artificial lake

: Wait, can someone tell me what actually happened? Why would the president get into bed with No. 6?

: It’s just the official site hyping things up. There was no chest touching, and definitely no getting into bed. Stop spreading rumors about the president, I’m exhausted

: The dance next door has already turned into a brawl, and No. 6 is still living in peace here

: He can live in peace because those staff who can tweak NPC data in Yongwu Township are carrying the burden for him

: Can someone analyze whether the president actually touched his chest?

: Of course he did. Otherwise why would the camera be pointed at the door? Looks like the president is secretly bold, touching for so long. The technique must’ve been pretty suggestive, otherwise it wouldn’t be censored like this

: Nonsense! The official didn’t release a single shot and you still believe it? Are your brains waterlogged?

: It’s precisely because it happened that they can’t show it

: Then why couldn’t they show it? They showed the chest stepping scene before. This show is getting worse and worse. Instead of maintaining NPC characterization or firing troublemaking staff, they keep faking things. I’ve already reported them jointly with people in my group. Just wait, No. 6 will be eliminated tomorrow!

: I looked at Neverland’s ratings, then looked at that “getting worse and worse” comment above… I feel like one of us isn’t normal

: Probably not you

: Does reporting even work?

: I’ve got connections. You’ll see soon whether it works

: Uh…

: Scary

: Report—

: The official just released a screenshot. The president really is touching No. 6’s chest!!! It’s real!!!

: So reporting actually works!

: Ohhh I get it. That was a provocation tactic. Respect, respect

: Damn it! Who sent that screenshot of me joking about touching my roommate’s chest to my girlfriend?! I was joking!!!

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Next

Xi Guanming gave a quiet “mm.” The boy whose hand had been blocked by the champagne bottle reluctantly withdrew it and explained, “President, I think you misunderstood. I just saw that this classmate’s clothes were dirty and wanted to help wipe them.”

Xi Guanming lowered his gaze to the large patch of red wine soaking Shao Ye’s chest. Beneath the fabric, the wounds he’d gotten that afternoon in the oak grove were faintly visible. His tone turned slightly cold. “With your hands?”

The boy let out an awkward laugh. “I was in a hurry just now and didn’t think of it. You’re not mad at me for that, right?” he asked Shao Ye with concern.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s just a shirt, no big deal,” Shao Ye said, waving it off casually. Then he lowered his head and began digging through his pockets, trying to find a pack of tissues.

“You’re really nice,” the boy said sincerely, his eyes practically sparkling.

Xi Guanming watched their interaction, the corners of his lips slowly curving upward, and casually placed the champagne back on a nearby rack.

For some reason, the temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees. The boy felt a chill creep up his spine. He turned to Xi Guanming and asked, “Um… President, are you here looking for this classmate? Am I interrupting you two?”

Xi Guanming smiled. “It’s fine. If you two are enjoying the conversation, you can chat a bit longer.”

Looking at the gentle smile on Xi Guanming’s face, the boy felt even more uneasy. Deciding to trust his instincts, he chose to retreat. “Then I won’t disturb you, haha.”

After the boy left, Xi Guanming took out a handkerchief and handed it to Shao Ye.

The wine had already been mostly absorbed by the shirt, so wiping it wouldn’t help much, and it would just waste his boss’s handkerchief. Shao Ye refused. “No need, President.”

“Wipe it again,” Xi Guanming said.

Shao Ye had no choice but to take it and carefully wipe the stain on his shirt once more.

Even after leaving, the boy kept turning back every few steps, looking longingly at Shao Ye. But soon Xi Guanming shifted slightly to the side, completely blocking his line of sight.

The boy sulked while asking others what the relationship was between Xi Guanming and that muscular guy. Translated on Hololo novels. No one really knew. Only a few gossip-loving students had heard some rumors, saying he might be Xi Guanming’s follower. The boy grew even more confused. He only wanted to touch the follower’s chest, not his partner’s, so why was he being so controlling?

That chest was trained that well, wasn’t it meant to be touched?

What a waste! What a waste!

Shao Ye stuffed the used handkerchief into his pocket and asked curiously, “President, why did you come back?”

Before Xi Guanming could answer, he suddenly let out an “oh,” his face lighting up with realization. He blinked at Xi Guanming. “I get it. You still couldn’t stop worrying about Jiang Yan, right?”

What exactly does he think he understands?

Shao Ye glanced toward the entrance and continued, “But I haven’t found Jiang Yan yet. She might be in the next hall. President, should we go check?”

Xi Guanming said, “No need. Your clothes are wet. Go back.”

“It’s fine, really.”

“Everyone’s looking at you,” Xi Guanming said.

Shao Ye turned to look around. Indeed, quite a few people were glancing their way. The moment he looked at them, they all pretended nothing was happening and quickly looked away.

Shao Ye simply flicked his tailcoat back and said boldly, “Let them look. I’m not afraid. Protecting your love life is more important.”

“I think I saw Si Xu come in just now, dressed like a peacock. Compared to him, your outfit is low-key, luxurious, and refined. Jiang Yan will definitely choose you as her dance partner—”

Xi Guanming cut him off. “Jiang Yan didn’t come.”

Shao Ye froze for a moment before processing what he said. He blinked, confused. “But her classmate told me she was coming tonight.”

“Maybe something came up and she didn’t,” Xi Guanming said. “Can we go back now?”

“Well…” Shao Ye had nothing more to say, though he felt a bit disappointed. “Alright, let’s go back.”

Seeing them suddenly leave, the boy who had been secretly watching quickly pushed through the crowd and chased after them, calling out, “Hey, we haven’t added each other yet!”

Shao Ye heard him and wanted to stop, but Xi Guanming acted as if he hadn’t heard anything and kept walking quickly. Of course, Shao Ye wouldn’t abandon his boss for someone whose name he didn’t even know. If he did, his whole “career” would probably be over.

After leaving the auditorium, Xi Guanming slowed his pace and said, “Was someone calling me just now?”

“No, they were calling me. We said we’d add each other earlier,” Shao Ye replied.

Xi Guanming seemed a bit apologetic. “Sorry, I was thinking about something and didn’t notice.”

Shao Ye chuckled. “It’s fine. I told him I’m in Class 5, second year. If he needs anything, he can just come find me.”

Xi Guanming’s expression stiffened for a moment before returning to normal. He asked casually, “What’s your relationship with him?”

“Just met him tonight,” Shao Ye said.

“Just met, and you’re not worried he might be one of Si Xu’s people?” Xi Guanming asked.

Shao Ye laughed and raised his fist in front of him like a show-off. “President, I can knock out three guys like him with one punch.”

Xi Guanming smiled along with him. “I’m just worried you might get tricked. There were so many people in the hall, yet the wine just happened to spill on you.”

“True,” Shao Ye followed his line of thought. Maybe that guy didn’t want him to stay in the hall. Translated on Hololo novels. Maybe he was trying to drive him away for Si Xu. Realization dawned on him, and he nodded. “President, you’re right. Next time he comes looking for me, I’ll ignore him.”

“Up to you,” Xi Guanming said with a smile.

The two walked one after the other toward the dorms. After a while, Shao Ye looked up and spotted a familiar figure running toward the auditorium in the distance. He quickly called out, “Hey, President, I think I just saw Jiang Yan!”

Xi Guanming kept walking straight ahead without even glancing over. Hearing Shao Ye, he didn’t stop, only saying calmly, “You’re mistaken.”

Shao Ye craned his neck, squinting hard in that direction. “No, I’m not! It really is Jiang Yan! President, let’s go back and check.”

“Not going,” Xi Guanming refused flatly.

Shao Ye couldn’t figure out why Xi Guanming wouldn’t go. He urged, “President, it’s a ball! You can invite Jiang Yan to dance. If you don’t go, Si Xu might take that chance!”

Xi Guanming stopped and turned around. Shao Ye hadn’t expected him to stop so suddenly and nearly bumped into him. He rubbed his nose and took half a step back, putting a little distance between them.

The night breeze was cool, and against his soaked clothes, it felt even colder. Under the streetlight, the damp fabric clung to Shao Ye’s chest, the chill making the two points there faintly stand out. Xi Guanming’s tongue moved slowly inside his mouth, his teeth lightly grinding together. It was as if the oral fixation from infancy had returned in a strange way. He suddenly had the urge to bite something.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.

“Huh?” Shao Ye looked up, puzzled by the abrupt shift in topic. “No, not cold.”

“The wind will pick up soon. Go back quickly,” Xi Guanming said.

“But—” Shao Ye tried to push again.

“I have something very important for you to do,” Xi Guanming said seriously.

Shao Ye let out an “ah,” instantly tossing Jiang Yan out of his mind. Eager, he said, “Then let’s go back!”

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The autumn wind swept through the branches, sending a few yellowing leaves spinning down.

Most dorms in the academy were double rooms, but Xi Guanming was special, living alone.

The moment he entered, he turned on the lights. At a glance, his dorm looked almost the same as the lounge in the office building, just a bit larger, with a bigger bed. Other than that, there was hardly any difference, and nothing that reflected his personal preferences.

All the way back, Shao Ye had been wondering what important task the president would give him. He had even been brought back to his dorm. That meant he was being treated as a confidant, right? He was rising so fast. Was he really that outstanding?

Xi Guanming took off his coat and turned around, only to see Shao Ye standing at the door, grinning foolishly. His thin white shirt, stained through with red wine, had become almost transparent, clinging tightly to his honey-colored skin. Under the bright light, not only his full chest muscles but also his well-defined abs below were clearly visible.

“Do you want to take a shower first?” Xi Guanming asked.

“No need. I’ll just wash up when I get back to my dorm. President, what exactly did you call me here for?” Shao Ye rubbed his hands excitedly.

Xi Guanming smiled. “It’s nothing much. I was just a bit bored tonight and wanted someone to talk to.”

?

This was the “very important” matter?

While the president’s mental well-being was indeed important, Shao Ye felt like he wasn’t particularly useful in that regard. After thinking seriously, he said with regret, “Then why didn’t you chase after Jiang Yan just now when you saw her?”

Was it because the president now realized Jiang Yan might be dancing with Si Xu, so he felt bored?

Xi Guanming: “……”

He ignored the question and asked instead, “Have you still been skipping night classes to go to the gym lately?”

Shao Ye’s expression froze. Then he explained in a small voice, “President, you know I have to follow Jiang Yan. I don’t have time to train during the day, so I can only go during night classes. It’s not my fault. I feel like my chest muscles are shrinking lately.” His tone turned a bit aggrieved.

Xi Guanming’s gaze fell on his chest. Smiling, he said, “No. They look the same as before.”

“Really?” Shao Ye reached out and roughly measured them himself, though he couldn’t really tell the difference.

Xi Guanming sat down, crossing his legs, and said sincerely, “Your chest muscles are very nice.”

Shao Ye lifted his chin proudly, like a kindergarten kid being praised by a teacher.

Xi Guanming rested his elbow on the table, rubbing his temple with his fingers before asking, “But I’m a bit curious. Are they hard or soft?”

Shao Ye poked his chest lightly and answered honestly, “When I’m relaxed, they’re soft. When I flex, they get hard.”

“Is that so? I didn’t know,” Xi Guanming said, sounding faintly regretful.

Shao Ye opened his tailcoat a bit wider, trying to please him. “Yeah. President, do you want to touch?”

Xi Guanming looked at him, let out a low, meaningful laugh, and said slowly, “Alright. I’ll take a look.”

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Author’s note:

【????????????????????】

Wait, can someone tell me what exactly is being streamed in No. 6’s room? I don’t understand anymore. Didn’t you all say the president was going to destroy No. 6? I specifically switched over from No. 4’s stream, and this is what I get? Calcium supplements??

: Don’t talk nonsense. What calcium supplements? It’s just touching a chest

: “Just touching a chest”? Read what you just said

: What’s wrong with that? How do you know the president isn’t planning to use some new drug to dissolve his chest muscles? That would be a devastating lesson for No. 6

: What a creative theory, what a stubborn mouth

: Seriously, before this I thought this was about infrastructure-building streams, turns out it’s about… other kinds of “building.” If I’d known, I wouldn’t have watched. What a waste of No. 6’s muscles. I thought he was a real man

: How is he not? Real men like men

: Any micro-expression experts have insights on the president’s expressions today?

: The expert says the president has excellent emotional control. He’s using a teasing manner to mask his deep disgust and hatred for No. 6

: That does sound like something an expert would say

: I told you No. 6 tampered with the backend data, you didn’t believe me, huh

: The president wouldn’t actually… right?

: What are you thinking? Of course not. He just said it casually. Who knew No. 6 would be so shameless as to offer. The president just couldn’t refuse

: Casual? I feel like the president is guiding this on purpose

: What’s wrong with being curious whether muscles are soft or hard? I want to know too

: Doesn’t the president have his own? Why touch No. 6’s?

: He does. I remember in No. 3’s stream there was a swimming scene. The president’s physique is great. That gif got shared like crazy

: So why touch No. 6’s?

: Sometimes we need to look at things from a developmental perspective. Just because he’s touching now doesn’t mean he’ll always be touching

: So why touch No. 6’s?

: Touching someone’s chest doesn’t mean anything. My roommate and I do it all the time

: So why touch No. 6’s?

: The same action can have different meanings in different cultures. For example, the “OK” sign means good to us, but elsewhere it can mean something offensive. Thumbs up can mean praise here but insult elsewhere. So maybe in their academy, touching someone’s chest has a different meaning, like expressing deep disdain

: …

: So why… never mind, I give up

: Master, I understand now! Next, the president will definitely… enact revenge in a very special way!

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