The masked woman’s figure stiffened, and she unconsciously touched the scar over her eyes. There was obvious surprise in her eyes, and she hurriedly took out a small notebook, about to write a refusal. But then, as if remembering something, she frowned and put the notebook away.

She shook her head.

Meng Jun wasn’t surprised, he just pulled out the white jade hanging around his neck, “You’re from the Suqin Wang’s mansion, you must recognize this, right?”

The mute servant looked at him deeply, and after a while, nodded.

“That’s good.” The young gentleman’s eyes were bright and shining, he stared at those almond eyes covered by scars, his clear voice leaving no room for refusal, “So, I order you, help me rub my waist.”

“Otherwise.” He glanced at her sideways, that gentle and rippling gaze like spring rain moistening the peach blossoms on the branches, pretending to be angry, “You’re just not taking the Suqin Wang’s male consort seriously.”

The imperial edict had been issued, and now he was the rightful male consort of the Suqin Wang’s mansion. Let alone ordering a secret guard, even if he commanded someone to demolish the Suqin Wang’s mansion, no one would say much.

Moreover, he still had Li Ruantang’s jade pendant with him.

The mute servant lowered her head, looking at the sunlight filtering through the green gauze window, and that slender finger pressing down on her sleeve.

Meng Jun reached out to lower half of the gauze curtain. He held his waist, pursing his lips as if enduring pain and about to turn over. Seeing the mute servant still stunned, he turned his face to look at her, “What are you still standing there for?”

Let alone that he was the master and she was the servant. A man and a woman, how could they cross the rules?

Seeing the mute servant bowing and shaking her head, about to leave.

The young gentleman could no longer hold back. He quickly turned and grabbed the woman’s collar, his arm climbing onto her shoulder, and without saying a word, he was about to tear off her face covering.

Whether it was or wasn’t, he just needed to take another look.

The mute servant reached out to block, but afraid of hurting Meng Jun, she didn’t use her full strength. Her hesitation gave the young gentleman an opportunity to get closer.

The familiar sweet scent lingering in his nose, only she would have it.

In an instant, teardrops fell on the face covering, salty and bitter. Meng Jun looked up and kissed her.

Just like that time at the Hu family, when she gently placed a handkerchief on the young gentleman’s lips. A light kiss, unable to stop the panicked heart, Meng Jun gently placed another kiss on the dazed woman’s forehead.

“Wife-master.” There were still tears in his eyes, but no longer of desolation and misery. He whispered, “I know it’s you.”

“You came with your face covered, is it because you’re afraid of frightening me?” His slender fingers slowly brushed over the scar etched at her brow and eyes, “Don’t worry, I’m not afraid.”

“Wife-master.” The young gentleman’s voice was soft, calling to those increasingly deep eyes, “Let me see your wound.”

He didn’t mention the funeral that was about to end next door. He only carefully pressed against her brow and eyes, as if wanting to leave a mark that belonged only to him.

“Wife-master, don’t worry, I can keep a secret. I won’t reveal a single word. If you don’t believe me, I can swear.” Meng Jun said softly, then added after a pause, “A poison oath!”

The raised finger was gently wrapped in a soft sigh.

“…Silly Jiujiu.” Reaching out to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eyes, Li Ruantang lowered her gaze to look at the young gentleman gazing at her expectantly, “You don’t blame me?”

She had thought that when the young gentleman recognized her, he would be angry, furious, ignore her, but unexpectedly, he only hugged her, softly asking if she was in pain, how her injuries were.

Li Ruantang slightly pursed her lips, protecting him as she turned over. The young gentleman nestled in her arms pressed on top of her. She reached out, gently rubbing his back that had become much thinner.

Meng Jun, lying in her arms, shook his head. The loose hair on his forehead softly brushed against her neck, “As long as wife-master is alive, that’s enough.”

He understood that if it wasn’t for a compelling reason, Li Ruantang would never deceive everyone with matters of life and death.

If she couldn’t say, he didn’t need to ask.

After all, now he was her proper husband.

The young gentleman pondered for a moment, his slender fingers secretly moving downward, stealthily tugging at her waistband.

“Jiujiu.” Li Ruantang deliberated for a while, before she could think of how to stop the handsome young gentleman.

Meng Jun, who was busy, suddenly raised his head and cupped her face, “Wife-master, it’s hot in the room, do you want to take off your face covering to cool down?”

Just now he had only been concerned with looking at Li Ruantang’s injuries, and had forgotten about the scar on her face.

She came with her face covered, firstly to avoid people’s attention, and secondly, perhaps because…

The young gentleman’s heart was full of doubts, afraid that his words might hurt her. He pouted, only saying pitifully, “And we haven’t been close for so long. I’ve read in novels that people who reunite after a long separation, they all…”

He was no longer the naive Jiujiu who didn’t understand anything. But Li Ruantang didn’t know this yet. Meng Jun’s eyes turned, and he continued to say softly with a red face, “They all need to stay close for a long time, um, just like before on the pleasure boat, need to rock for a long time— mmph?”

Footsteps came from the hanging flower gate.

Li Ruantang hurriedly covered the young gentleman’s thin lips, secretly gritting her teeth but not knowing how to explain to him that such words shouldn’t be spoken so boldly.

Hmph, not letting him speak.

The slender fingers slid down, and the tightly fastened waistband immediately loosened and fell. The opened dark collar revealed a stretch of jade-white neck.

Meng Jun raised the corner of his lips smugly. Taking advantage of her reaching to tie the waistband, he gently pulled down her face covering. In one swift motion, he pressed his lips deeply against hers.

He wanted to prove to her through actions that even if her face was disfigured, he was neither afraid nor would he hesitate.

Their intertwined lips and tongues were like fish long parched finally entering water. He came with joy, how could he allow her even the slightest retreat.

“Mmm, Jiu…”

As soon as Li Ruantang opened her mouth, the enthusiastic young gentleman pressed close. He embraced her neck, his soft lips moist and curled in a smile.

“I also made undergarments for wife-master.” His slender fingers gently caressed her hair, his nose touching hers, the corners of his eyes flushed red. “…And a pouch?”

Those black phoenix eyes stared at the thin string hanging around her neck, his gaze surprised and delighted.

Unable to continue entangling with her lips and tongue, his slender fingers happily pinched the white wrapped within, carefully examining it several times before saying happily, “Wife-master, look, the pouch I made fits perfectly!”

Li Ruantang’s eye twitched, a burning sensation rising to her ears, quickly dyeing her flustered face red. She bit her lip hard, barely suppressing sounds that shouldn’t be made.

But the mischievous young gentleman remained oblivious. He measured the waist-tying area with his hand, then proudly lifted his head, “Mmm, I’m truly a good husband, the measurements are not off at all. Oh, wife-master, your face?”

The woman before him had a flushed face, yet the scarred area around her brows and eyes remained pale, as if covered by another layer.

His voice trembling, he reached out towards the truth that was about to be revealed, “This, this is…”

“Mm.” Li Ruantang nodded, affirmatively grasping Meng Jun’s hand, “Jiujiu, for these few days I can only be the mute servant. Someone has come to the corridor outside, I can’t stay any longer.”

“Wife-master!” The young gentleman panicked, “I, I still have nightmares, I’m really scared, I still cry, wife-master, you…”

His eyes filled with tears in urgency, “Will you come tonight?”

“Silly.” Li Ruantang lightly pecked his lips, “Now my mansion is full of spies, where else could I go if not here?”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Then let’s pinky swear.” The young gentleman extended his hand insistently, only letting her go after several more reminders.

The pearl curtain rustled lightly, the open green gauze window seemed to move without wind.

Zhiqiu, who had hurriedly brought in hot water, had just put down the copper basin when he saw his young master rummaging through chests and cabinets looking for something.

After busying himself for a while, Meng Jun turned sideways. His peripheral vision caught the stunned servant, and he quickly asked, “Zhiqiu, where is that undergarment made of light gauze from earlier?”

“Didn’t the young master say that one was too thin and transparent?” Zhiqiu hurriedly helped open another clothes chest.

The young gentleman lowered his head happily. Li Ruantang was coming tonight, these thick ones naturally wouldn’t do.

He glanced at the cicada-wing-thin undergarment in the servant’s hand, pondered for a moment, then instructed, “Later, open this neckline three more fen.”

“Young master…” Zhiqiu gestured with his hand, hesitating, “If opened more, it won’t cover anything.”

Won’t cover anything?

The young gentleman pursed his lips, hiding the smile in his eyes. It seemed he had been too conservative. Those slender fingers steeled themselves and gestured a large section, saying with absolute certainty, “Then open it this much more.”