Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play-Chapter 917 - 892: Learning

The moist fragrance enveloped him with his breath, mixed with the rich aroma of wine, and Fang Chuning felt a bit intoxicated, his mouth dry and parched. He slightly moved back to create distance, avoiding getting too close to Xie Jue.

Xie Jue saw his face flushed red and knew that he had drunk too much. When Fang Chuning drank too much, his face would turn red, his eyes appeared veiled with a layer of mist, and his lips, soaked in wine, looked particularly vivid, giving him a dazed and silly appearance. Xie Jue waved his hand in front of him. "Had too much to drink?"

"No!"

Xie Jue turned around to the table in the middle, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over. "Have some tea."

He went outside to order someone to prepare some sober-up soup, and meanwhile, replace the water in the room and refill a bucket of hot water. Fang Chuning, holding the tea, listened to Xie Jue’s clear and cold voice, like a hint of coolness in the sizzling summer. When Xie Jue returned, Fang Chuning had not yet finished his cup of hot tea. Fang Chuning asked, "Why prepare sober-up soup? I’m not drunk."

"The northern wine is quite strong. You’re used to Jiangnan’s wine, and may not be accustomed to it for now. If you don’t sober up, you might get a headache from a hangover. Drink the sober-up soup and then wash up and rest."

"Oh..." Fang Chuning thought to himself, who said Xie Jue had never served anyone before? Isn’t he behaving quite naturally? There’s no awkwardness at all, as if they’ve lived like this for years and it’s already a habit.

"I’ll go reply to a letter first. After drinking the sober-up soup, go wash up."

"...Okay!"

Fang Chuning lowered his head to drink tea, unable to resist secretly glancing at Xie Jue. The study and the bedroom were joined with only half a door between them. Sitting on the warm couch, he could see Xie Jue grinding ink in the study. His movements were slow and elegant, revealing a section of a warm and soft wrist adorned with a string of Bodhi beads. Not many men in Beining wear Bodhi beads, and Xie Jue isn’t a believer in Buddhism. He mostly wore the Bodhi beads when he was angry to calm his emotions. Every time he touched the beads, it reminded him to stay calm, to avoid agitation and anger. And since he often wore robes with wide sleeves, others rarely noticed the beads. Fang Chuning also only discovered it inadvertently after Xie Jue had stayed at Lu Liu Villa for a few days. Once, he asked if Xie Jue believed in gods and Buddha, to which Xie Jue replied he didn’t.

Fang Chuning thought, Xie Jue certainly doesn’t believe; he heard about the bloodbath in Sannan, where not a single person from the Priest Court survived. He is definitely a killing demon, uninterested in the curses of priests, which shows he doesn’t care about gods or Buddha at all.

Xie Jue picked up a pen to write a letter to the capital, knowing that Fang Chuning was watching him. He felt very calm. Having lived in Zhongzhou for many years, Fang Chuning is actually very familiar with it. If willing, Xie Jue planned to have Fang Chuning stay in Zhongzhou for a while longer. The Chen Family’s influence in Zhongzhou is gradually weakening, and the power of the Yuwen Royal Family has been continuously diminished by Xie Xun. The new General is gradually establishing a military operation unique to Zhongzhou, loyal to the court. However, given the Chen Family’s solid foundation, while familiarizing Fang Chuning with things, Xie Jue also wanted to visit discreetly to prevent chaos in Zhongzhou.

Fang Chuning sat for a while, and the sober-up soup was brought in. After drinking the soup, Fang Chuning went to wash up. The bathroom was inside the bedroom, separated by a screen, and Fang Chuning could hear Xie Jue’s slight coughing, as well as the sounds of sweeping outside the courtyard. He dared not make too much noise, pondering repeatedly in his heart what Xie Jue meant: Why hasn’t he left yet? 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

This was the main house; Fang Chuning was the rightful owner. Was he really going to sleep here?

After washing up, the inebriation had mostly dissipated. Though the wine was strong, it wasn’t enough to intoxicate him. When he came out, Xie Jue had just finished writing a second letter, ordering it to be urgently sent to the capital.

The night was as clear as water, already past midnight. Xie Jue stood at the doorway, with the cold moonlight casting a lonely shadow over him. His back turned to Fang Chuning, he said faintly, "If you’re tired, go to sleep. I’m just next door; call me if you need anything."

He strode out of the main house, heading to the wing room on the west side.

Years ago, when he came to Zhongzhou, Fang Chuning offered the main house to him and moved to the wing room himself. Now, it was reversed again. Xie Jue didn’t know how to pursue someone, to make them understand his feelings. He could only clumsily learn the ways Fang Chuning once used, copying everything, taking care of him in every detail, giving way to him.

He didn’t know how, but he was sincerely learning.