Chapter 125
Xie Xuanchen didn’t pay attention to this. With a flick of Jiang Mingwei’s hand, Xie Xuanchen noticed a suspicious red mark. Xie Xuanchen didn’t think much about it, turned his head and said to Mu Mingtang, “You should hang up the bed net again. There are mosquitoes these days and your arms are always outside when you sleep. They might sting you.”
Mu Mingtang felt headless when she heard it: “What month is it now, how would there be mosquitoes?”
Xie Xuanchen raised her eyebrows unexpectedly and glanced at Jiang Mingwei: “Why not,
Didn’t Princess Jin also get bitten by mosquitoes on her neck?”
Jiang Mingwei’s hand that was wiping away her sweat suddenly stiffened, and Xie Xuanji glanced at Jiang Mingwei’s neck, his expression also stiffened. Mu Mingtang quickly nudged Xie Xuanchen with her elbow. Xie Xuanchen was taken aback, and finally realised.
Mu Mingtang finally witnessed this, she thought she was already very dense, she didn’t expect there to be someone even more dense than her. She wanted to hold onto her calm demeanor, but she couldn’t help but laugh. Xie Xuanchen was fine at first, but Mu Mingtang who was trying to hold back her laughter, made him want to laugh.
Mu Mingtang glared at him, her gaze blaming him, how dare he smile? Although Xie Xuanchen didn’t look back, his side profile looked fair and soft, his eyelashes were long, and his eyes were smiling, there was a sense of innocence coming from him.
Jiang Mingwei’s hand stopped in midair, she didn’t know whether to put it down, or to continue to wipe her sweat, how embarrassing. She felt so upset today. She had finally slept with her husband and happily came here to show off, but she was first asked about this by Mu Mingtang, and then Xie Xuanchen said that it was a mosquito bite mark. With so many people here, those two culprits still dared to laugh.
Seeing all the maids lower their heads as they covered themselves with a handkerchief, Xie Xuanji couldn’t even sit still. He coughed, stood up and said, “Since you’re doing fine, then we will not disturb the both of you any longer. We’ll leave first.”
Mu Mingtang, as she tried to hide her smile, stood up and said: “King Jin, stay safe, I’ll not escort you out this time.”
“There’s no need for that, please remain where you are.”
Jiang Mingwei also stood up, she was too embarrassed to even bid farewell, and hurried out. After they left, Mu Mingtang sat back and tried to hide her laughter by drinking a sip of water, she almost choked herself.
Xie Xuanchen held back his laugh and handed her a handkerchief: “Drink slowly, just laugh if you want to, don’t choke on the water.”
Mu Mingtang took the handkerchief and covered her mouth, then glared at him: “How dare you smile?”
Xie Xuanchen’s expression was blunt and innocent: “You laughed first.”
After they finished speaking, they both turned their gaze away silently, it was slightly embarrassing under the happy atmosphere. The misunderstanding that happened today, Mu Mingtang lowered her head by taking a sip of water, and was too embarrassed to even meet Xie Xuanchen’s gaze.
Outside the Yulin Hall, Xie Xuanji dismissed everyone, and whispered to Jiang Mingwei: “You have to dress presentably, why didn’t you even pay attention to this?”
Jiang Mingwei felt wronged: “I didn’t see it, how would I know?”
This doesn’t justify it, even if Jiang Mingwei couldn’t see it, what about her maids? Why did she wear a low-necked dress today? But after all, Xie Xuanji didn’t want to think about his childhood sweetheart this way. In the end, he didn’t say anything, and just whispered: “Pay more attention next time.”
Xie Xuanji didn’t say it out loud, but he thought that, as Jiang Mingwei was his wife, this would be connected to his pride. He shouldn’t stay at Jiang Mingwei’s that much. Jiang Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that everything was all right, and said obediently, “Yes.”
The two of them walked out, and suddenly heard a voice behind them. The two looked back and saw at the end of the winding corridor, Xie Xuanchen and Mu Mingtang had just left. At this time, an autumn breeze blew past, and the trees rustled, blowing Mu Mingtang’s skirt aside, which resembled a begonia dancing in the wind.