I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

"Have you heard? The third prince Jiang Cheng ascended to heaven in broad daylight, in front of His Majesty and thousands of soldiers. My God, that scene was amazing."

"Colorful clouds, white cranes circling, and immortal children guiding us, it's extremely sacred."

"I've heard about it too. Is it really as rumored?" Another person was skeptical.

"I saw it with my own eyes! He ascended!"

"I heard that His Majesty personally conferred the title: Lord of Worldly Peace!"

It took a month to travel.

At night, Jiang Chu and Si Ling rested at an inn outside the city.

Before he even arrived in Beijing, the news that his third brother Jiang Cheng had ascended to heaven in broad daylight had spread throughout the country.

While resting at the inn, Jiang Chu half leaned on the wooden stool in the room, tapping lightly on the wooden table with his fingers.

"Knock knock knock--" a dull knocking sound.

"Si Ling, do you think this broad daylight ascension is flying to the immortal mountain to practice, or to the real heaven?"

Si Ling recalled the time when he was working as a secret guard for the imperial concubine in the palace and met Jiang Cheng.

That person is narrow-minded and loves fighting. He looks like a rough general and a rough warrior, but in fact he is very scheming and vindictive. He is definitely not a good person.

"If all immortals are like that, then it's fine if they don't go to heaven. This immortal cultivator is no more than that."

As Si Ling finished his words, Jiang Chu's tapping hand paused slightly.

"Yes, if the heaven only accepts people like that, it's better not to go."

If Jiang Cheng's ascension in broad daylight was fake, then who was helping him behind the scenes?

What is the purpose of those who help him behind the scenes?

“Being able to ascend to the sky in front of everyone is definitely not a trick. I’m afraid there are real immortal cultivators or other forces fanning the flames behind the scenes.” Si Ling was not worried that the heaven would take away the immortal’s character.

What he was worried about was that someone would take advantage of the situation.

"This is a simple matter. If you were an emperor and ascended the throne, what would you most hope for?" Jiang Chu looked at the person standing next to him.

Si Ling thought for a moment and understood: "Your Highness, do you mean that someone wants to use the name of 'immortal' to do 'control'?"

Jiang Chu nodded and sneered: "I'm afraid you want to be the 'immortal' who controls the fate of the country."

"The third prince would do anything for the eldest prince." Jiang Chu sometimes really couldn't understand Jiang Cheng.

Mingming and Jiang Yu are not from the same mother, and Jiang Cheng's biological mother even died because of the imperial concubine.

But she still did this for the eldest prince.

"Now the whole country is carving statues of Shi'an Xingjun. When I went out to fetch water, I saw some skilled craftsmen who were escorted to the capital by soldiers. I heard that it was for the imperial mausoleum." Si Ling heard that the water in the stove outside the door had already boiled.

Open the door and take the hot water back.

He picked up the teacup and teapot on the table and poured tea for Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu held the cup, connecting these things carefully.

"My father is such a suspicious person. Jiang Cheng must have brought out the 'real thing' to make him believe it so firmly that he even built a statue of Shi'an Xingjun all over the country."

"Wow--"

Si Ling refilled Jiang Chu's tea cup.

"It's a pity that we can't contact the real immortal again. If we can contact him and distinguish the real from the fake, it may be beneficial to us."

Jiang Chu was full of regret.

I couldn't help but think of Li Xiu's face.

That was indeed the type Jiang Chu liked, of course, the type he wanted to hold under him.

instead of...

Jiang Chu paused while drinking tea, and moved his gaze to Si Ling's broad shoulders and his figure that exuded an impactful force and absolute fighting power.

Thinking back to that night when I was drunk and foolishly agreed to let him serve me, I felt so angry that my teeth were itching.

Beauty can mislead people, and once you are suppressed, it will be difficult to turn things around.

"Bang!" Jiang Chu put down the teacup fiercely!

Si Ling frowned slightly and looked over.

"Your Highness, are you worried that the Third Prince will designate the First Prince as the Crown Prince in the name of an Immortal?"

Jiang Chu closed his eyes and calmed down his anger.

"Don't think about it. It's too late. Undress for me and go to the capital tomorrow."

Si Ling did as he was told, undressed, half-knelt to take off his boots, his black hair hung in front of his chest, revealing his strong pectoral muscles.

The slender fingers took off the boots skillfully and quickly.

Until Jiang Chu's feet, which were white and slender, with even tiny purple blood vessels visible, were completely grasped in his hands.

Si Ling lowered his eyes, with a slightly deep look in his eyes.

"I'll get a basin." Si Ling was afraid that his actions would cause Jiang Chu discomfort, so he quickly turned around to get a basin of hot water.

Jiang Chu was still sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about things in Kyoto. He was used to being served, so he didn't really notice the expression of the person under the bed.

This time going back would probably be even more difficult, Jiang Chu sighed inwardly.

Suddenly, my ankles were gently grabbed by a pair of hot hands and placed in warm water.

Jiang Chu came back to his senses and looked at the person who was half-kneeling on the ground, washing his feet.

The white and slender toes become even whiter, more translucent and pinker once they enter the water.

Si Ling's rough, calloused fingers and knuckles gently caressed the instep and sole of his feet.

Jiang Chu felt a little itchy and shrank back.

But he was caught by Si Ling.

Clean and rub it carefully again.

Jiang Chu lowered his eyes and looked at the person who was washing his feet, who was washing them so carefully and seriously.

Can……

A surge of evil fire rushed into his lower abdomen, and in an instant...

He moved his buttocks back, picked up the quilt on one side, and covered his thighs with it.

Si Ling's hands were still washing feet as usual.

Finally, I took a clean cotton towel and wiped it gently.

Put him in bed.

He wanted to grab the quilt, but Jiang Chu protected him: "No need, I will do it myself!"

Most of the times Si Ling heard Jiang Chu call himself, he called himself "me".

If you use this king, it must be emotional.

Whether it's good or bad.

Si Ling looked at the man who was deliberately keeping a stern face to hide his panic, and his eyes gradually moved downwards.

Looking at the place where his quilt was covering him, I understood instantly.

Si Ling carried the basin of water out of the door silently.

Jiang Chu breathed a sigh of relief.

I lifted the quilt and looked inside, but he still didn't go down.

He was so angry that he lay on his side on the bed: "Jiang Chu, wake up."

for a long time.

"Squeak——" the door was opened again.

Then there was the sound of the door closing again.

"Click——" was the sound of the door bolt being stuck.

Jiang Chu's heart started beating wildly again for no reason.

The sound of footsteps and the scent of soapberries came from far away.

Finally standing by his bed.

Gently pulled the quilt closer to him.

Then he sat on the ground under the bed, holding the sword in his arms, leaning against the bed.

Jiang Chu was originally angry at him for teasing her, but now he felt a little distressed.

It’s getting cooler in late fall, especially at night, when it gets even colder.

He didn't want to take care of him in return.

Then he ordered, "Come upstairs and sleep; it's cool down below."

Si Ling stood up and leaned over.

A chest filled with heat and moisture came close to me.

Jiang Chu turned around and realized that he had taken a shower.

"Why are you taking a bath in such a cold day? Are you so obsessed with cleanliness?"

Jiang Chu was a little annoyed. What if he caught a cold?

"If you love cleanliness, why do you want to be a secret guard? Why don't you just be a prince?"

Si Ling looked into his eyes, somewhat evasive.

"It's not that I like to be clean, it's just that rinsing with cold water helps calm the body and mind." Si Ling's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Jiang Chu's eyes just caught the Adam's apple moving up and down.

I immediately understood what he meant.

I also understand that I am the dominant one in their relationship.

According to Si Ling's personality, he would never do anything he was unwilling to do unless he was mad or forced into a corner.

"The post station is too dirty, let's wait until we get back." Jiang Chu said sullenly and turned around.

Si Ling's eyes glowed slightly in the darkness.

With a little force, Jiang Chu was completely held in his arms.

"My Lord, it is cold at night. I will warm your bed for you."

Jiang Chu didn't want to struggle and stayed in Si Ling's hot embrace with the natural scent of soapberry.

He did sleep soundly and warmly.