novelAbuy Chapter 338 Jealous? Then I'll let you have one too.
Chapter 338 Jealous? Then I'll let you have one too.
After asking this question, Jiang Qingxue lowered her head.
She didn't dare look at him.
She didn't know why she didn't dare look at him, why she asked the question, or whether she wanted to know the answer to "yes" or "no".
She just wanted to know.
She's been thinking about this since last night.
She thought about it all night, tossing and turning, until her head ached, her eyes stung, and the moonlight outside the window moved from one end to the other, but she still couldn't figure it out.
She wondered if it was all fake.
Perhaps Qin Mu fabricated it, using it to deceive Xu Longxiang, as a means to bring him down.
Xu Fenghua was not pregnant at all; she was just acting out a scene.
This thought relieved her.
But before he could even catch his breath, another thought popped into his head.
What if it's true?
What if Xu Fenghua really is pregnant with his child?
Will Qin Mu look at me differently then?
Will his attitude towards me be different?
Jiang Qingxue didn't know why she thought that way.
She knew she shouldn't think that way.
She was just one of his many women, a concubine.
She shouldn't have asked for too much, shouldn't have compared herself to others, and shouldn't have asked him such questions.
But she still asked.
Qin Mu looked at her.
Looking at her lowered head, her slightly trembling eyelashes, and her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.
He laughed softly.
"Of course it's true," he said.
The voice was very soft and faint, as if it were about something extremely ordinary.
Jiang Qingxue's eyes trembled slightly.
The tremor surged from the depths of his pupils.
Like a stone hitting the surface of a lake in the dead of winter, the water beneath the ice surges up, overflowing the ice and blurring everything, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
Her gaze fell down, onto the ground, onto her toes, onto the empty expanse of gold bricks illuminated by the sunlight.
Something in her heart sank.
She didn't know why she felt this way.
She didn't know who she was sad for.
Is it for Xu Fenghua? Is it for himself? Or is it for the unborn child, whose gender is still unknown?
she does not know.
All she knew was that when she heard the words "Of course it's true," the last glimmer of hope in her heart vanished.
Qin Mu looked at her slightly reddened eyes and smiled gently.
"What?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Are you jealous?
Jiang Qingxue suddenly raised her head.
Those once clear and cold eyes were now filled with panic.
Like a rabbit whose burrow has been suddenly illuminated, it looks around in panic, not knowing where to run or where to hide.
"How dare I?"
Her voice was urgent and distorted, each word sounding like it was being forced out of her throat.
"Your Majesty, I'm just... just a little..."
Her voice grew softer and softer, as soft as a petal falling on the water's surface, carried by the wind, swirling gently in a circle before sinking away.
"envious."
She's finished speaking.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
Her face was burning hot, the heat spreading from her cheeks to her ears, from her ears to her neck, and all the way into the depths of her collar.
She knew she shouldn't have said those things.
She was merely his concubine; she shouldn't envy him, shouldn't be jealous of him, and shouldn't show any inappropriate emotions in front of him.
But she still said it.
Qin Mu looked at her.
Looking at her flushed face, at her eyes that avoided his gaze, and at her hands that were tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.
He reached out and gently lifted her chin.
The movement was very light and gentle, like lifting a flower that had been wet by the rain.
Jiang Qingxue was forced to raise her head and meet his gaze.
There was no mockery or amusement in those deep eyes at that moment, only a complex light that she couldn't understand.
"If you are envious," he said softly, with a hint of a smile, "then I will let you have one too."
Jiang Qingxue was stunned.
She stood there, her eyes wide open, the panic deep in her pupils gradually fading, replaced by an incredulous, almost ecstatic light.
The light surged from the depths of her pupils, like the brightest star in a winter night in the North, piercing through all the gloom, all the fear, all the unease, illuminating her entire world.
"Your Majesty—" Her voice was hoarse, with a hint of suppressed, trembling joy.
Qin Mu looked at her incredibly bright eyes and smiled.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms.
The movement was quick and sudden, like a gust of wind that swept her up.
Jiang Qingxue felt her body lighten and her feet leave the ground.
She instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.
one more time.
Qin Mu carried her to the bedside.
He placed her on the bed, his movements very light and gentle, as if he were handling a fragile piece of porcelain.
The brocade quilt was spread out beneath her, soft and cool, like a surface of water soaked in moonlight.
Jiang Qingxue lay there, her long hair scattered on the pillow, her flushed face peeking out from between her dark strands.
Her eyes sparkled, as if they held the entire Milky Way.
"There's no time to lose." Qin Mu stood by the bedside, looking down at her, the smile on his lips deepening.
Let's begin now.
Jiang Qingxue's face turned even redder.
The red blush started from the cheekbone, like paint scattered by the wind, quickly spreading across the entire face, then burning to the base of the ears, down the neck, and all the way into the depths of the collar.
Her eyelashes trembled violently, like two butterflies trapped in a spider web, desperately flapping their wings, but unable to fly.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but something seemed to be blocking her throat, and she couldn't squeeze out a single word.
She could only lie there, looking at him, at his smiling, handsome face, at his deep eyes that seemed to absorb all light.
He bent down.
The morning light streamed in through the window, illuminating his back and casting a pale golden halo over his silhouette.
His face drew closer and closer to hers, so close that she could see the curve of his eyelashes, so close that she could see her own reflection deep in his pupils.
Her face was as red as if it were on fire, and her eyes were as bright as if they held the entire Milky Way.
She closed her eyes.
Her eyelashes were still trembling, like two feathers shaking in the wind.
Her breathing was rapid and hot, her chest heaving violently, like a deer that had been chased all the way and finally stopped, panting, waiting for the arrow.
The morning light outside the window grew brighter and brighter, and the petals of the winter plum continued to fall, one after another, onto the bluestone slabs, into the pond, and into the dappled light and shadow.