Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Having nothing to do, Jiang Chun started recalculating the days by counting on her fingers.

On the tenth day of the eighth month, Song Shian had his last dose of medicine, and on the eleventh, he stopped taking it. By the sixteenth, he had been off the medicine for six days.

So, in fact, just two more days—on the eighteenth of the eighth month—they could resume marital relations.

The eighteenth day, a lucky day to prosper and flourish—indeed, an auspicious day that couldn’t be more favorable.

When the eighteenth finally arrived, just half an hour after dinner, Jiang Chun hurriedly went to bathe. After her bath, she urged Song Shian to bathe as well.

When Song Shian finished bathing and returned to the west room, he found that the room had drastically changed.

The kang was covered with a large red bed sheet, two long red candles with the character “xi” (happiness) were lit on either side of the windowsill, and on the kang table, which had been moved to the foot of the kang, sat a coarse pottery wine jar filled with a large bunch of various wildflowers.

Such a grand setup?

Already a bit nervous, Song Shian couldn’t help but become even more tense.

Jiang Chun climbed onto the kang and lay down on the red sheet, patting the space next to her as she urged Song Shian, who was still standing on the floor, “Husband, hurry up and get on the kang! A moment of joy in the spring night is worth a thousand gold. The longer you dawdle, the more silver flies away on wings.”

Song Shian: “……”

The tense atmosphere was gone in an instant, leaving nothing but speechlessness.

He climbed onto the kang and sat next to her, looking down at her quietly.

Jiang Chun raised an eyebrow and said with a playful smile, “What are you looking at? Isn’t it true that the more you look at a beauty under the candlelight, the more beautiful she becomes?”

At least, that’s what she thought.

In the soft, hazy glow cast by the two red candles, Song Shian’s already fair face seemed to have an added layer of soft filter, and his cold, phoenix eyes appeared to hold infinite tenderness.

Song Shian curled his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, “You really are beautiful.”

Oh my, was he actually complimenting himself with a smile? Jiang Chun glanced sideways out the window—could it be raining red outside?

She threw him a flirtatious glance and smiled mischievously, “Since I’m so beautiful, why don’t you devour me already?”

Song Shian: “……”

Such a beautiful woman, but she had such a mouth on her.

He leaned down and directly used his lips to silence her.

If he let her continue with her nonsensical words, he was afraid he might burst out laughing and ruin the important matter of the night.

Jiang Chun opened her lips, allowing his tongue to enter and entangle with hers.

This fellow has now mastered the art of kissing to a fault; not only has he fully grasped all the tricks she taught, but he has also managed to extrapolate and come up with new variations on his own.

Jiang Chun was kissed breathless by him, her lips and tongue numb, her mind a muddled mess, feeling dizzy and faint.

His body nearly turned into noodles.

Even so, Song Shian did not let go of her. He continued to suck and bite her tongue for a while before turning to her neck.

Her neck was incredibly sensitive to his nibbling and sucking, the tingling sensation splitting into two paths, one rushing upwards to her brain, making her head even more dizzy.

Another path descended along the spine, sparking and flashing like lightning, causing limbs to weaken in its wake.

She writhed uncomfortably, unable to suppress the groans escaping her lips.

Song Shian lingered on both sides of her neck, causing Jiang Chun to twist and turn like a pretzel for quite some time before he continued downwards, arriving at her chest.

He pursed his lips to hold one, while his other hand climbed onto the other side.

With hands and mouth working in tandem, after much effort, it was bathed in a rosy glow, like the soft light of the setting sun.

Jiang Chun was clearly already aroused, her apricot eyes glistening with emotion. She hummed uncomfortably and pushed at his shoulder with her hand, the implication being for him to hurry up and get on with it.

Hurrying up was not an option, though. Although Song Shian knew little about the matters of conjugal duty, he was well aware of his own physique.

If she weren’t sufficiently aroused, and given his own somewhat extraordinary endowment, he would definitely hurt her.

Thus, he loosened his hold on her front and slowly moved downward.

Although it wasn’t the first time he had kissed her there, Song Shian couldn’t help but blush, his entire ear turning red in an instant.

Jiang Chun suddenly reacted as if her tail had been stepped on, letting out a scream, her upper body jerking upward.

Then she fell back heavily onto the pillow.

She was almost about to ascend on the spot.

But this was only the beginning. Song Shian, using his skill that he usually reserved for kissing her, tormented her to the point of constant screams, her body rising and falling as if possessed.

Fortunately, the large kitchen separated them from the east room; otherwise, her loud voice would certainly have reached Jiang He's ears.

Not content with just using his mouth, he occasionally tested her arousal with his hands, until the autumn rain began to fall steadily, at which point he relented.

He removed his undergarments and cautiously attempted to proceed.

He frequently glanced up to check her expression.

Seeing Jiang Chun's furrowed brow and the slight pain on her face, he immediately stopped, asking softly, "Does it hurt a lot?"

It did hurt, but not with the heart-wrenching pain of legends. It was more like the pain from a small cut made by a knife, a tolerable level of discomfort for someone as tough as her.

But besides the pain, there was also the discomfort of a foreign object, which was the main reason for her frown.

For a moment, she didn't know how to respond. After a pause, she lightly hummed, "Go slower."

"Alright," Song Shian agreed readily.

Following her request, he moved forward slowly and cautiously.

Jiang Chun: "..."

I said slower, but I didn’t mean as slow as a tortoise.

She nudged his lower back with her heel and whined, "Husband, do you plan to drag this out until dawn? Do you think a slow, dull cut is less painful than a quick, fatal one?"

Besides, she didn't believe he could last that long. When he couldn't hold on any longer and turned into noodles, wouldn't he be embarrassed?

Song Shian: "..."

Of course, he knew which was more painful, but she had told him to slow down. Now she was blaming him for being too slow...

But he didn't dare to say anything.

She was unreasonable to begin with, and in their current situation, unless he had his head kicked by a mule, why would he be foolish enough to argue with her now?

He said gently, "Then I'll go faster."

But he didn't fully trust her words and deliver a quick, fatal move. That would hurt her and certainly earn him a scolding.

Instead, he held her waist with both hands and slowly united with her.

His endowment was too impressive. Despite being sufficiently aroused, Jiang Chun couldn't help but hiss from the overwhelming sensation.

It was too intense for him as well, and he had to take several deep breaths to regain his composure.

His eyes darkened, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you alright? Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Chun was not doing well; she felt like she was about to be split in two.

She gave him a sideways glance. "Someone who grew up eating vegetarian ended up like this? Does that even make sense?"

Song Shian immediately understood her implication, a wide smile tugging at his lips as he said with a hint of amusement, "It's my fault for making my wife suffer."

Jiang Chun: "..."

Damn, is he actually getting smug about it? Her sarcasm turned into a compliment?

She nudged his lower back with her heel again and said with some irritation, "Hurry up and work. Don't even think about slacking."

Song Shian: "..."

Alright, since you asked for it, don't beg for mercy later!

He grabbed her slim waist with both hands and diligently buried himself in the task at hand, as she wished.

At first, Jiang Chun felt some discomfort, but after a while, the discomfort faded, and she began to find some pleasure in it.

This pleasure grew stronger with his efforts, and she started humming in comfort again.

Jiang Chun opened her eyes and, through the hazy red candlelight, looked at Song Shian who was half-lying on her, huffing and puffing with effort.

The tie of his undergarment had somehow come loose, revealing the outline of his developing chest muscles and his six-pack abs, faintly visible. His ink-black hair, uncombed after washing, was spread halfway across the kang, entangled with hers, making it impossible to tell which strands were his and which were hers.

It was a fitting illustration of the term "couple with tied hair."

She reached out and undid the tie of his undergarment, her hand sliding towards his abs. Her fingers rubbed back and forth over those six well-defined muscles as if she were washing clothes.

Song Shian lowered his head, looking at her mischievous fingers, his eyes darkening, his movements growing more fervent.

Within a quarter of an hour, Jiang Chun could no longer hold on, screaming as she shot to the peak.

Song Shian had intended to hold out longer, but her intensity was too much for him. Experiencing this summit for the first time, he found himself unable to resist and soon joined her at the top.

His legs and waist went weak, and he collapsed onto her.

Jiang Chun reached out and held him, both of them panting heavily, their bodies trembling slightly.

She felt quite satisfied. She had thought her first time would be unbearably painful, devoid of any pleasure.

It was a necessary process, after all, for the blissful life that lay ahead. She could endure it.

But it didn’t hurt much at all. In fact, she had enjoyed it, which was a delightful surprise.

Her own painstakingly crafted strong, tragic male lead had not been snatched up by some other female supporting character, but had instead ended up with her, the author. It couldn’t be more fitting.

Anyone have a problem with that?

Too bad! Hold your complaints!

Jiang Chun ran her fingers through Song Shian's silky hair and said with a grin, "You're mine now, husband. Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for you."

Song Shian: "..."

Shouldn't he be the one saying that?

But he didn't contradict her. He simply tightened his hold on her and said calmly, "You better keep your word. If you dare to abandon me, even if I must search the heavens above and the underworld below, I will never let you go."

It was his first time realizing how delightful the act of love could be. No wonder so many men lost themselves in the pleasures of the flesh.

But he had no regrets about living a lonely life in his previous lifetime. After all, no other woman was Jiang Chun. He had never wanted to marry anyone else or share such intimacy.

He only wanted to be with the one he loved, and only then was it a joy.

Jiang Chun deliberately shivered and said with a playful grin, "Oh dear, my husband in his crazy mode is so scary. I'm so frightened."

She wasn't joking, but she treated it as such, while Song Shian, annoyed, clenched his back teeth and chuckled darkly. "I see my wife is full of energy with no sign of fatigue. Clearly, there's still enough strength to go another round with your husband."

Before she could respond, he joined their bodies again.

Jiang Chun cried out in surprise, "Again?"

He lifted her, positioning her on top of him, and as he worked, he chuckled, "I must ensure my wife reaches her peak, of course."

Jiang Chun swatted his back and huffed, "Who said I didn't reach my peak? You're the greedy one, but you're trying to blame me? I think you've gone bad."

He really had gone bad. She hadn't even taught him about changing positions, yet here he was, already placing her on top of him.

Self-taught?

Still, Jiang Chun didn't feel too uncomfortable. Considering it was his first time tasting such pleasure, it was natural he would be a little greedy. Another round was just another round.

But she underestimated the stamina of a fully recovered man who had been practicing swordsmanship for months, developing chest and six-pack abs.

For Song Shian, it was just another round, but for her, it felt like an eternity.

It felt amazing, of course, but it was too much. She found herself unable to handle it.

Finally, she wrapped her arms around his neck, tearfully begging, "Husband, please, no more. I can't take it."

Song Shian didn't stop immediately. He sent her to the peak once more before following her there himself.

Both of them were exhausted to the point of collapse. They had originally planned to rest for a while, hoping to regain their strength before cleaning up. Instead, they both fell into a deep sleep.

*

Perhaps due to the extreme fatigue, Jiang Chun's biological clock, which usually woke her up at the crack of dawn, failed her this time, and she slept until morning.

When she opened her eyes and saw that it was already bright outside, she hurriedly woke Song Shian, who was lying in front of her. She then quickly got up.

Jiang Chun hastily put on her clothes and pushed Song Shian, who was pulling on his trousers, saying, "Move to the side to get dressed. I need to wash the blood-stained bedsheet before Father gets up. We’ll need to use it again later."

When they got married, due to local customs of not holding grand ceremonies for a man who moves into his wife’s family, Jiang He only asked Liu Pozi to make a large red wedding quilt. They didn’t even have a red bedsheet.

The previous night, Jiang Chun, wanting to keep things festive, had removed the red bedsheet from the quilt and used it as a bedsheet. She needed to wash it quickly and sew it back on.

Song Shian stood up, pulling his trousers into place, and moved a few steps towards the end of the kang to make space for her.

Jiang Chun threw the quilt aside and reached to pull off the red bedsheet from the mattress. But halfway through, she froze.

On the red bedsheet, there were yellow and white stains, but no red.

No sign of virginity?

After fastening his trousers, Song Shian noticed Jiang Chun sitting there motionless. Following her gaze, he too was immediately stunned.

No sign of virginity?

Could it be that in her previous life, before they were married, Jiang Chun had already had a lover and engaged in intimacy with someone?

This Jiang Chun clearly didn’t seem to know about this. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so shocked right now.

And based on what he knew of her, if she had been aware of this, she would have told him after they had confided in each other. She wouldn’t have hidden it maliciously.

No, he must not let Jiang Chun know about this.

They loved each other, and their intimacy was harmonious. They should be living happily together. It would be such a shame if this matter ruined everything.

Jiang Chun had a carefree and optimistic personality, always smiling, which also helped him feel much more at peace. If she found out, she would definitely be troubled and might never smile again.

And it would be hard to find a way to explain it away to her without directly confessing that she wasn’t the original owner of this body, and whatever the previous owner did had nothing to do with her.

But that was clearly impossible.

After all, something as fantastical as a soul returning to a new body would be too shocking. She would worry that he wouldn’t be able to accept it and likely wouldn’t reveal the secret easily.

So, before Jiang Chun could say anything, he quickly spoke first, "My dear, are you wondering why there’s no sign of blood? Don’t be surprised. When I was in the capital, I overheard an old imperial doctor say that women’s bodies are different. Not every woman bleeds the first time.

It’s just that people are ignorant and often judge a woman’s purity by whether there is blood, wrongly accusing many innocent women.

You just happen to be one of those women who don’t bleed. It’s no big deal."

Jiang Chun looked up at Song Shian, completely shocked.

How could an ancient man say something so enlightening?

Jiang Chun lowered her head, not because she was upset about not bleeding, but because she was trying to sift through the original owner’s memories to find any clues.

The main thing was to see if there was a lover.

If there was no lover, she could probably figure out what had happened.

As a modern woman, she knew, of course, that not all girls bleed the first time. The reasons for not bleeding varied. Some bled due to sports or heavy physical labor, while others didn’t bleed simply because the man was too small.

After sifting through the memories, she didn’t find any lover, but she did find the reason for the lack of blood.

At that time, the original owner was only fourteen. That day, she had been sent by Jiang He to catch a pig. Since it had rained the previous day, the ground was slippery. The pig was agile, and in a moment of carelessness, the original owner was knocked down, doing the splits.

Her ankle was sprained, and she was in so much pain that she didn’t notice anything else unusual.

That night, when she changed her undergarments, she saw blood and assumed her period had come early, so she didn’t think much of it.

The next day, when her period didn’t continue, she asked Jiang Zhaonian’s wife, Qi, about it. After Qi scolded her for taking a cold bath before her period, the matter was forgotten.

In Jiang Chun’s opinion, that blood was clearly not her period but the result of the tear from the splits.

She was troubled about how to explain this to Song Shian, an ancient man.

Not to mention ancient men, even some modern men were ignorant enough to judge a woman’s purity by whether she bled.

How many girls have broken up in anger because of this?

Before she had even figured out how to phrase it, Song Shian had already found a perfectly reasonable excuse for her.

Truly worthy of being the flawlessly written, powerful yet tragic male side character that she penned herself. Just look at his knowledge and mindset, truly ahead of the times.

She smiled faintly, "I'm not one of those women who weren't born to bleed."

Upon hearing this, Song Shian's heart skipped a beat.

Then Jiang Chun told him the story of how she had been injured while trying to catch a pig, resulting in a tear and the loss of her virginity.

Song Shian: "..."

After listening, he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

No adulterer, that's good, no adulterer is good.

Even if there had been one, that would have been the original body's sin and not related to her, the later arrival. His feelings for her would not change.

But who would want to leave such a regret?

He wanted to fully possess her, just as she wanted to fully possess him.

He didn't want an unrelated stranger squeezing in between them.

As for the Jiang Chun from the previous life, the moment he realized he had feelings for this Jiang Chun, he completely let go of his hatred for her.

The person was already gone, hating her would only make her feel smug, thinking there was still someone in the world who cared about her.

Letting her disappear without a trace, without anyone remembering she existed, was the greatest retribution.

He pulled her into his arms and gently coaxed, "Alright, the pig that harmed you has long been slaughtered, gutted, heart and lungs removed, and its meat sold for silver. Let's not hold a grudge against it."

Jiang Chun looked up at him, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Such an outrageous coincidence, hardly anyone would believe it, and yet you do?"

Song Shian snorted, "If I were one of those ignorant fools, would you still admire me?"

"Of course." Jiang Chun reached out and stroked his cheek, grinning, "Even if you were a foolish and ignorant commoner, I'd still admire you."

A silly, beautiful fool isn't quite cute?

Song Shian: "..."

You little lecher, spouting such honest truths?

He pulled her closer, leaned into her ear, and whispered, "Does it still hurt there?"

At this, Jiang Chun got angry, lightly punched his chest, and said angrily, "You jerk, I begged you to stop last night, but you wouldn't, going on and on until I almost lost half my life.

Humph, you big bad guy, I'm never going to sleep with you again!"

It doesn't hurt, but it's quite sore and swollen.

Song Shian smiled, looked down at her, and said, "Really not going to sleep with me again?"

Jiang Chun fiddled with her fingers, a little hesitant, if they really didn't sleep together, it was unclear who would be at a loss.

After a moment, she whined, "Not for at least three days."

Song Shian chuckled, "Only three days? It seems my lady isn't that mad at me after all."

Jiang Chun gave him a cold look and threatened, "Next time, when I say stop, you stop, or it won't be just three days, it'll be seven."

Song Shian readily agreed, "I stand corrected, my lady. Please allow me to make amends tonight, and I'll perform according to your expectations."

Jiang Chun wanted to refuse outright, but after such a good night last night, she was a little tempted.

But to change her mind now, she really couldn't save face.

She hummed, "We'll talk about nighttime matters at night. Now, stop pestering me, I need to make breakfast for Father."

Song Shian rested his chin on her head, pouted, and said pitifully, "Only making it for Father and not for me?"

Jiang Chun stroked his cheek and grinned, "Of course, I'll make it for you. And I'll make some good food to nourish you since my husband worked so hard last night."

Song Shian smiled, "Thank you, my lady, for thinking of your husband."

Nourish him? Judging by her attitude, with some coaxing tonight, they might just sleep together again.

After all, her biggest flaw is that she indulges herself too much.

Sigh, this enchantress is stunning in every way, captivating in every aspect, and I must admit, I’ve come to crave more after experiencing it.

This is bad, very bad!