Chapter 257: Chapter 194: Drowning in Midsummer Memories

Time goes back to the day before.

Shen Jingxian was sent back to the General Mansion by Song Yan and Pan Jiaojiao.

Wen Ranchen had been waiting at the door for a while, letting out a breath of relief seeing Shen Jingxian return safely.

The two had dinner together, and then Shen Jingxian excitedly tried on the outfit she was going to wear for her birthday tomorrow in front of Wen Ranchen.

This was a custom piece made specifically for Shen Jingxian on the orders of the Empress. As for the materials, there’s no need to say—of course, they were excellent. Each stitch of the embroidery used the most complex techniques, something ordinary embroideresses couldn’t even begin to tackle.

The most amazing thing was the cut of the outfit, which fit perfectly and highlighted every advantage of Shen Jingxian’s figure.

Of course, Wen Ranchen also had a matching outfit. The color, material, and embroidery were all made together with Shen Jingxian’s.

Initially, they had agreed to wear them together on Shen Jingxian’s birthday, but tonight, unable to resist Shen Jingxian’s gentle persuasion, Wen Ranchen agreed to try them on together first.

A screen was set up between the two, with plans to step out together once dressed, but Shen Jingxian underestimated the complexity of the outfit.

Her skill in dressing was only at the level of putting on undergarments by herself.

Why would a modern, independent woman struggle to dress herself?

It’s hard to say—once you find yourself as a beloved princess, you’ll understand why.

Maid yyds.

Ultimately, Shen Jingxian chose to struggle.

She stared at Wen Ranchen’s shadow on the screen, intending to have him help once he was dressed. However, Wen Ranchen noticed Shen Jingxian’s struggle first.

“Xian’er, don’t you feel like moving?”

Not wanting to move? That excuse sounded much better than not being able to dress.

Following Wen Ranchen’s lead, Shen Jingxian climbed up, “Mmm, so tired, help me.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Ranchen noticeably quickened his dressing.

Shen Jingxian had been studying her outfit, wondering why it felt so easy when the maid had helped her try it on before, but now it was so troublesome. Hearing the movement outside the screen, she slowly looked up, and saw Wen Ranchen’s elegant and gentle figure enter her sight.

Wen Ranchen’s outfit was black and gold, with cuffs embroidered with gold-threaded cloud patterns—identical to the embroidery on Shen Jingxian’s crimson robe.

There were also large lotus patterns faintly visible on the black fabric, matching Shen Jingxian’s garment.

Perhaps it was the night, or maybe Shen Jingxian’s simple words had disturbed his heart. Wen Ranchen tied more than half of his hair with a single white silk thread, and his refined eyes resembled an endlessly deep pool of ink.

Compared to his usual unattainable coolness, as if everyone else were as insignificant as dust in his eyes, Wen Ranchen now inexplicably exuded a sense of laziness. And along with the gentle look he cast Shen Jingxian, he seemed like a deity who had descended to the mortal world, tainted by the colors of ordinary life.

Shen Jingxian, you old lecher, was mesmerized.

When Wen Ranchen started adjusting her outfit, she finally snapped out of it and continued to openly stare at Wen Ranchen’s face.

Hmm, Wen Ranchen’s skin is really nice. Clearly a general, but doesn’t have an ounce of that rugged taste…

Just as Shen Jingxian thought this, Wen Ranchen’s calloused hand brushed across her neck.

…Wrong thinking, his face isn’t rough, but his hands are quite rough.

Feeling Shen Jingxian flinch slightly, Wen Ranchen immediately withdrew his hand a bit, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Shen Jingxian shook her head, staring into Wen Ranchen’s eyes, and said with a smile, “No, just thinking, my husband is really handsome.”

Wen Ranchen didn’t expect Shen Jingxian to say something like this suddenly. Although people often praised his looks, hearing it from Shen Jingxian felt very different.

He steadied his emotions, continuing to help Shen Jingxian dress, but his face slowly turned red.

Seeing this, Shen Jingxian thought it was adorable and moved a bit closer to Wen Ranchen.

Wen Ranchen promptly placed a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from getting closer, “Xian’er, don’t mess around.”

From his voice, Shen Jingxian could tell Wen Ranchen was restraining himself, so she obediently sat back.

Not today.

She wasn’t sure if she might die.

If she really did die, and on the bed too, wouldn’t Wen Ranchen end up with another traumatic memory? Better not to risk it.

Although it took a bit of effort, Wen Ranchen eventually managed to dress Shen Jingxian properly.

Shen Jingxian slowly stood up, draped in a luxuriant crimson dress, a matching shawl upon her shoulders exposing her elegantly curved neck and clearly visible collarbones. The hem of the skirt flowed like the light of the snowy moon gliding softly over the ground, trailing more than three feet behind. As Shen Jingxian moved, her steps became even more graceful and majestic.

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