Unparalleled Beauty

Chapter C038

Indeed, why does he not feel ticklish?

Wushuang felt deeply unwilling.

She thought perhaps he was enduring it, and deliberately placed her hand on his waist and abdomen, wanting to find evidence that he was suppressing his laughter.

But he truly did not laugh; aside from the slight rise and fall of his breathing, there was not a single tremor.

"Could it be that Your Highness truly does not feel ticklish?" She touched his abdomen again.

His voice was somewhat hoarse for some reason, and he reached out to grasp one of her hands, "Truly, I do not."

"But others would feel ticklish."

The difference lay in that some people were obviously ticklish, while others were not. Wushuang had once tried it on the maids around her; those who were not sensitive would only feel very ticklish when you touched that specific spot.

Therefore, unwilling to give up, she reached out to touch him again, but when she raised her wrist, she accidentally touched something she shouldn't have.

In that instant, Wushuang froze, and as if burned, she quickly withdrew her hand.

"It seems Your Highness truly does not feel ticklish. Since you don't, then forget it, let us sleep quickly." She tightly grasped that hand, quietly lying there, not speaking.

Ji Yang also did not speak, but pulled her closer into his embrace.

This time, it was impossible for Wushuang to ignore it, because they were truly too close. Ji Yang had never had this kind of reaction before, yet this time…

Wushuang felt as if she had dug a pit and buried herself in it.

Yet she was not surprised, because in her previous life, Ji Yang was just as… 'naive'.

At first, when he pulled her onto the dragon bed, it was purely to sleep, but as the times increased, between a man and a woman, and with such thin clothing, it was inevitable that there would be some reactions.

At that time, Wushuang was also someone who knew nothing of such matters. Her only experience was before her marriage, when Cao shi, to save trouble, had found two old women to tell her what would happen on her wedding night.

She was soft-natured then, and none of the servants in the mansion feared her. These two old women were initially reserved, but as they spoke, they became more open, and in short, they spoke of everything that should and should not be spoken of. In any case, Wushuang felt it was clearer than what the fire-avoidance diagrams* the old women later gave her according to the rules said.

TN: just erotic pictures

So Wushuang understood what was happening at that time. She thought she was about to lose her virginity, but who knew that Ji Yang would not touch her. It was that kind of feeling, how should she put it, you clearly sensed that he had feelings, and was even suppressing them, yet he simply would not touch her. It gave one the feeling that he did not understand these things, that he had not yet awakened to them.

But how could the dignified Emperor Qianwu, who had an Empress and consorts, not be awakened?

In addition, Wushuang was timid at that time and also afraid of losing her virginity, so she pretended to be foolish. In short, some unspeakable experiences occurred in between, and later Ji Yang finally awakened, and from then on began Wushuang's journey of being particularly afraid to see him each time.

It was also later, when Wushuang learned that Emperor Qianwu had a dual soul, that she understood what was going on.

At that moment, her mood was very strange, just like her mood now.

"Your Highness, are you asleep? Or, shall we talk for a while?"

"How much wine did you drink today?" Ji Yang suddenly asked.

Wushuang counted on her fingers, "Not much, about five cups."

"No wonder you are so talkative."

Wushuang's strange mood instantly vanished, and the feeling of pity she had for him also flew away. He actually said she was talkative; wasn't she just trying to find something to say because she felt the atmosphere was awkward?

"What do you want to say?"

"Didn't Your Highness say I was talkative?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of grievance.

"The moment the lamp is extinguished, you become argumentative?" Not looking at this Prince's face, her courage has grown quite bold.

"I haven't."

"Then what do you wish to say?"

This was the second time he had repeated this question. Wushuang was naturally not foolish and quickly said, "Was Your Highness always at the border before?"

Ji Yang shifted his position, his hand kneading her waist, and said somewhat casually, "Not always at the border. Sometimes beyond the border."

"Why would you sometimes be beyond the border?"

He ignored her, and Wushuang immediately understood. Being beyond the border naturally meant going out to fight.

"What is the border like? Does Your Highness live in the military camp when at the border?"

"It's similar to the capital, but not as prosperous. The border and the border city are different. The border is the pass, while the border city is the city built near the pass. Moreover, Great Liang has more than one border; 'border' is just a general term. During wartime, this Prince naturally lives in the military camp, and during peacetime, in the Prince's mansion. There is this Prince's mansion in the border city."

"Then what does Your Highness usually do at the border?"

Wushuang could sense that Ji Yang found her questions rather foolish, but he still patiently explained to her, though he seemed a bit absent-minded, as if his mind was elsewhere.

Sometimes, Wushuang would also wonder, what was the state of having a dual soul?

For example, how did Ji Yang and Prince Wei discuss who would emerge? Did they take turns, or was it uncontrollable? Wushuang thought it was the former, because in her previous life, when she was summoned into the palace, mostly she faced Ji Yang.

Also, when one appeared, what was the other doing? Could they perceive what was happening outside?

She had not understood these doubts in her previous life. At that time, she did not dare to ask, only daring to observe on her own, but she did not observe anything conclusive. The reason she dared to ask now, frankly, was just as Ji Yang thought, her courage had grown bold.

In fact, Wushuang doing this was also considered preparing in advance, because after she and Ji Yang were married, it was inevitable that they would be together day and night. It was time for her to consider how she should face one body with two people. This gave her a great headache, and every time she thought about it, it ended without a solution, yet she had to think about it.

Anyway, understanding a little more was better than nothing. Wushuang could only plan this way for now.

And through Ji Yang's few words, she had already realized that Ji Yang appeared quite frequently at the border, because he was very familiar with the military camp, the border, and even the matters of training soldiers and fighting battles. Clearly, he was not the type to only talk about strategy on paper, but had personally experienced it.

Wushuang even had a picture in her mind—

The powerful and domineering Ji Yang was responsible for leading troops into battle, while Prince Wei, who was more refined and rational, was responsible for some more literary matters.

For example, engaging in some conspiracies and schemes… Uh, it wasn't that Wushuang thought Prince Wei was not a good person. Rather, she felt that anyone who could become emperor must be very skilled in these things.

Just look at how many troubles there were in the Marquis Changyang's mansion, with intense infighting. Not to mention the many noble ministers, high officials, and imperial relatives, all vying to outwit the emperor. If the emperor was not capable, how could he become emperor?

And what was most direct for Wushuang was the incident at the Marquis Xuanping's mansion before.

She thought it was a troublesome and difficult matter to handle, but in front of Prince Wei, it seemed not worth mentioning. He almost resolved the matter with a wave of his hand, and he did not even use his status to suppress people. He just used some slight means to make the scene turn out that way, concealing her in the process.

These were pieced together by Wushuang through some of Prince Wei's words, as well as Mei Chang and Mei E telling her about the scene at the time, and the information revealed when Ji Yang mentioned the matter after he came.

In short, in Wushuang's heart, Prince Wei was very powerful, and his power was completely different from Ji Yang's.

Wushuang's waist was suddenly kneaded.

Ji Yang's voice revealed displeasure, "This Prince is here telling you of the past, yet you have drifted off."

When Ji Yang was speaking, Wushuang would usually express some exclamations, but she had forgotten because she had drifted off just now, and he had even noticed it. She quickly tried to make up for it, "I almost fell asleep. How about, Your Highness, we sleep?"

He snorted, but ultimately said nothing.

And Wushuang, feeling herself, found the throbbing below had finally subsided. She breathed a sigh of relief, nestled deeper into his embrace, and fell asleep.

***

Since the imperial decree bestowing the marriage had been issued, Mei Wuxia had not stepped outside her residence for many days.

On this day, Old Madam Mei came to her dwelling in person.

The mood of a mistress could easily be judged by the demeanor of her servants. The Old Madam glared displeased at the maids, each with their heads bowed, and entered the inner chamber.

In just a few days, Mei Wuxia had grown much paler and thinner, her whole person appearing even more frail and sickly.

The Old Madam glared at her. “Are you so utterly useless? Has a mere imperial decree of marriage reduced you to this state?”

Mei Wuxia hastily stood up, performed a curtsy, and called out, “Grandmother.”

“I never imagined I would raise such a spineless creature! If I had been as weak as you back then, your father and I would have been devoured long ago, instead of your father being Marquis Changyang and me being the Old Madam of the Marquis Changyang’s Mansion!”

In that instant, Mei Wuxia felt a surge of sorrow from the depths of her heart and cried out, “Grandmother!”

She wept for a while, during which Old Madam Mei stared at her without speaking. Only after she had finished crying did she scold, “Truly a useless thing!”

Mei Wuxia wiped away her tears and said, “It is not the imperial decree of marriage that has disheartened this granddaughter. This granddaughter simply feels somewhat weary.”

The Old Madam sneered, “Weary? Once you kick your legs and die, you will be completely free from weariness.”

Mei Wuxia stole a glance at her and whispered, “Actually, this granddaughter has another matter…”

The Old Madam went to sit down, and Hupo busied herself serving tea.

“What matter?”

Only then did Mei Wuxia recount the events that had transpired at Marquis Xuanping’s mansion that day. She mainly spoke of Master Qin’s matter, but this time, her words were embellished with much exaggeration. It became that Wushuang had intentionally used this as a pretext to feign pitifulness in front of others, seeking sympathy and ruining her and the Old Madam’s reputations.

However, here she diminished her own presence, saying that the outside world was mainly discussing the Changyang Marquis’s mansion and the few who held power, saying that their actions were so unrefined, they were even cruel to an orphaned girl.

These words caused Old Madam Mei’s expression to change repeatedly, her seven orifices nearly smoking with anger. She repeatedly cursed Mei Wushuang as a worthless thing, saying that raising her for so many years was worse than raising a dog.

Mei Wuxia feigned concern, saying, “Grandmother, why must you curse her so? Now she is the Consort of Prince Wei, bestowed by the Emperor himself. If we truly followed the rules, we would have to kneel and kowtow to her upon meeting her. An arm cannot twist a thigh.”

The Old Madam sneered repeatedly, saying, “Even if she is a Princess Consort, even if she becomes Empress one day, I am still her grandmother. She will still have to kneel and pay her respects to me upon seeing me!”

She immediately slammed her hand on the table and rose, “I will see just what is so extraordinary about this Consort of Prince Wei.”

Old Madam Mei left, and Mei Wuxia’s spirits returned.

Indeed, this was only the beginning. How could she possibly admit defeat so easily?

And her maids, as expected of her maids, clearly knew how to provoke their mistress’s fighting spirit. Before long, news was gathered and returned.

It was said that the Old Madam had not gone to the Third Miss’s place, but had returned to Changqing Hall. She had unleashed a great fury in Changqing Hall, saying that the Third Miss was disrespectful to her elders, having not gone to Changqing Hall to pay her respects for many days. She had already sent people to the Third Miss’s place.

After listening, Mei Wuxia thought to herself, her grandmother was indeed her grandmother. Even in such a rage, she had not let anger cloud her judgment. She still knew to use a pretext to act, rather than acting arbitrarily.

But at the same time, she also realized a problem. The Old Madam would act this way, clearly not without reason. What reason would make Old Madam Mei, who always reigned supreme in the mansion, have to find an excuse to lash out at someone?

This only showed that the Old Madam was wary of Mei Wushuang.

Why would she be wary of her?

Clearly, Old Madam Mei was not as unconcerned about Mei Wushuang’s identity as the Consort of Prince Wei as she appeared on the surface.

All of this filled Mei Wuxia with immense resentment, yet in the current circumstances, she could not take any action, at least not with her own hands.