Jiang Lin watched as Yue Heng disappeared in the blink of an eye and remarked, "The sixth prince’s greatest improvement is probably changing his address for Su Qiao from ‘Su Qiao’ to ‘Su Su.’"
Wei Yunzhao pulled Jiang Lin onto his lap. "Lin’er, are you hinting that I should call you ‘Lin Lin’ too?"
Jiang Lin, feeling the heat, coldly got up and sat back on the stone bench. "No, just call me Jiang Lin," he said, showing no interest in being affectionate in such hot weather.
Wei Yunzhao was deeply disappointed, feeling that the weather was hindering his intimacy with his wife. Since the heat had set in, they had rarely slept together, let alone done anything else.
Wei Yunzhao deeply felt that this situation could not continue. He called for Xun Qi and instructed him to place more ice basins in their room. Tonight, he was determined to sleep with his wife.
Jiang Lin, unaware of Wei Yunzhao’s thoughts, was thinking about the original plot. Calculating the timeline, he realized that a locust plague was imminent. He wanted to take advantage of the rumors about Emperor Changde sending assassins to eliminate the Wei family, which hadn’t yet died down, to strike another blow against the Emperor.
Speaking of these rumors, Jiang Lin had also played a part. After learning that Cao Lan’er wanted to pin the arson and murders on Emperor Changde, Jiang Lin had started crafting stories. He had people disguised as Cao Lan’er’s agents spread the rumors. Otherwise, with just the few people Cao Lan’er had arranged, the news wouldn’t have spread so quickly.
Emperor Changde’s response to the situation was simple, he used his brain supplement to craft a narrative and had the Shengjing Prefecture compensate the Wei family and the nearby residents whose houses had been burned. Then, he pinned the blame for the arson and murders on the second prince, claiming that the assassins were former subordinates of the second prince, remnants of the rebellion who had escaped after their defeat. They had targeted Wei Yunzhao because he had led the troops that defeated the second prince, leading to the failure of the rebellion and the second prince’s execution.
[脑补 (nǎo bǔ): lit. Brain supplement; fig. To imagine or fabricate scenarios in one’s mind, often without evidence]
These people had come to avenge their deceased master.
This explanation was somewhat reasonable, and most people believed it. They cursed the second prince, who had long since turned to bones, from head to toe.
Meanwhile, Emperor Changde made it clear that while he had a disappointing son, he himself was a good man and not someone petty or narrow-minded. He bestowed many gifts upon the Wei family to console them, assuring them that he would never target them over past grievances.
Although the matter was brushed aside lightly, it was still fresh in everyone’s minds. If another major incident occurred, it would be the perfect opportunity to reuse this narrative.
"Wife, wife…"
Wei Yunzhao waved his hand in front of Jiang Lin’s face. Jiang Lin had been so lost in thought that he didn’t hear Wei Yunzhao calling him several times. "Huh? What is it?"
Wei Yunzhao took his hand and led him out of the pavilion. "It’s getting late. Let’s go back to the room and rest."
"Oh," Jiang Lin instinctively pushed Wei Yunzhao’s wheelchair into the room.
Wei Yunzhao asked, "What were you thinking about so intently?"
Jiang Lin replied, "I was thinking about how to deal with that dog emperor."
Wei Yunzhao patted the bed. "I think it’s inappropriate to be thinking about irrelevant people or things at a time like this." He blinked at Jiang Lin, full of hints.
Jiang Lin was about to say it was too hot and he didn’t want to, but before he could speak, he noticed ice basins placed on either side of the bed and elsewhere in the room. It wasn’t hot at all, the room was cool and comfortable.
Jiang Lin immediately understood. He leaned in and teased Wei Yunzhao, "You pervert."
Wei Yunzhao placed his hand on his abdomen. "It’s been a long time since you’ve ‘visited’ it. It misses you."
Jiang Lin subconsciously rubbed his hands together and reached out to touch it. "I’ve missed it too," he said, though the heat had made it difficult to act on his desires.
Jiang Lin missed modern air conditioning dearly. The thought of rolling around in bed with the cool breeze of an AC made him feel a surge of impure thoughts, and he wanted to pounce on Wei Yunzhao.
But with the ice basins, it seemed manageable. Jiang Lin carried Wei Yunzhao to the bed and began undressing him. "Then let me touch it first."
Wei Yunzhao reached up and cupped the back of Jiang Lin’s head. "Then let me kiss you first, wife."
For men, once the desire is ignited and the conditions are right, it’s easy to lose control.
The next morning, when they woke up, Jiang Lin said, "I think we can place a few ice basins in the room from time to time. You know what I mean, right?"
Wei Yunzhao understood all too well. He sought Jiang Lin’s opinion. "Actually, I was thinking of doing it every day."
Jiang Lin refused. "Let’s wait until your legs are better."
Jiang Lin was actually quite puzzled. He rolled over and nestled against Wei Yunzhao, kissing him. "I get why you put on an act in public, but why do you do it in bed with me too? There’s not a single part of your body I haven’t seen or touched. Do you think I don’t know what you’re like?"
Wei Yunzhao, tickled by Jiang Lin’s kisses, arched his chest slightly and said softly, "I want to marry you again, properly this time. When we bow during the ceremony, I want to be standing."
Jiang Lin understood, it was about a sense of ceremony.
He played with Wei Yunzhao’s chest with his fingers. "Alright, then we’ll wait a little longer," he said, his tone slightly dissatisfied.
Wei Yunzhao laughed. "I feel like you’re more impatient than I am. When I wanted it before, you refused."
Jiang Lin said matter-of-factly, "It’s because I’m craving your body."
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