Chapter 138 Calling Him “Husband”

"Princess Ye is magnanimous. Another day, buy some gifts and go to the Prince Ye's residence in person to apologize to her. I believe she will forgive you."

Luo Sinian muttered in a daze, "Will she really forgive me?"

"What if she won't even let me through the gate and kicks me out?"

"No, Princess Ye is not that kind of person. Look, just a couple of days ago, Young Master Xie went to the Prince Ye's residence, and Princess Ye received him warmly, didn't she?" Su Mu said.

They all knew that Luo Sinian hadn't seen Luo Junhe for a while, and he had regretted it for a long time.

However, his pride wouldn't let him humble himself and apologize in person.

So every night, he could only drown his sorrows in wine while gazing at the moon.

Now that the truth had come to light, and Luo Sinian already knew he had wronged Ji Yuntang, they believed he would get past this mental hurdle.

Ji Yuntang knew nothing of this. After instructing Wang Sheng, she fetched a basin of hot water and carried it into Luo Junhe's room.

"A He, your hair has grown quite long again. Since we're free today, let me help you wash it."

The thick bangs on Luo Junhe's forehead almost covered his eyes.

Previously, considering that the medicine on his facial wounds couldn't come into contact with water, Ji Yuntang had only been washing the ends of his hair.

Now that the scabs on his face were nearly healed, it was time to wash his hair fully.

Hearing this, Luo Junhe's dark eyes immediately lit up. "A Tang, can I wash my hair now?"

He was naturally a neat freak, accustomed to bathing and washing his hair frequently.

Ever since he became bedridden and had no one to attend to him, he had been forced to change his living habits.

Whenever he thought about wearing the same clothes for half a month and soiling himself in bed, Luo Junhe felt nothing but disgust for himself.

But he was powerless to change it.

Living like a walking corpse, he had wanted to die many times.

Yet, who would have known that he couldn't even kill himself?

Unable to move, he could only lie in bed waiting for death.

But now, everything was different.

Under Ji Yuntang's meticulous care, Luo Junhe felt his body improving day by day.

The arm that could not move before could now be moved; the leg that had no sensation before could now feel heat and cold; and even his face, disfigured by the fire, was slowly beginning to heal.

Luo Junhe felt that ever since he met Ji Yuntang, it was as if he had been reborn like a phoenix from the ashes, completely transformed.

He was afraid it was all a dream, and that when he woke up, everything would return to how it was before.

As his thoughts drifted, a warm and delicate hand touched his face. Ji Yuntang's brows softened, and a gentle smile curled on her lips.

"A He, what are you thinking? Of course you can wash your hair. Later, I'll help you trim your long hair."

She noticed that the scabs on half of Luo Junhe's face had already fallen off quite a bit, while a small portion remained.

And just by looking at the half of his face without scabs, his features were as picturesque as a painting—his facial features distinct and three-dimensional. His high, straight nose exuded a masculine toughness.

His sharp black eyes, deep and enchanting as peach blossoms, perfectly shaped lips, and flawlessly curved chin all highlighted the noble aura about him.

This face was indeed, as Chen Hu had said, more handsome than any man Ji Yuntang had seen in the Dongchen Kingdom.

The more Ji Yuntang looked, the more she liked what she saw.

"A He, I feel like I've really found a treasure."

No matter what others thought of Luo Junhe, in Ji Yuntang's heart, he was the best person.

Although he couldn't give her anything now, Ji Yuntang had never expected anything from Luo Junhe in return.

She felt that walking through life hand in hand, cherishing each other's company, was more important than anything else.

"Hmm?"

"Why does A Tang say that?" Luo Junhe heard the laughter in the young woman's voice, but he couldn't understand what his princess consort was laughing about.

"Meeting you is a blessing." Ji Yuntang only replied with this.

Wasn't it indeed lucky?

If she had stayed in the Yongning Marquis's mansion, surrounded by those leeches, she didn't know how they would have harmed her.

Compared to the daily scheming that demanded her full attention, Ji Yuntang found that she actually enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere of the Prince Ye's residence.

After all, she was surrounded by people she could trust.

Moreover, Nanny Xu was dead, and from now on, she could completely replace everyone in the mansion with her own people.

That way, she would have nothing left to worry about.

Luo Junhe's heart softened, his gentle gaze fixed on her as he fumbled for Ji Yuntang's hand.

"A Tang, marrying you is the greatest blessing of my three lifetimes."

Ji Yuntang reached out and took his hand, placing her other hand on his shoulder, and smiled slightly.

"A He, the water is getting cold. Let me help you reposition yourself to lie down, and then I'll wash your hair."

Luo Junhe nodded. "Alright, thank you, my wife."

This was the first time he called her "my wife," but it felt natural, not awkward at all.

Ji Yuntang's almond eyes curved slightly, and she couldn't help smiling, her heart filled with sweetness.

"Let me help you, husband."

She slipped her hands under Luo Junhe's armpits, moved his head to the edge of the bed, straightened his body and legs out, and placed a soft cushion under his head for support.

Thus, Luo Junhe lay sideways across the bed.

His long, ink-black hair hung straight down from the bed. Ji Yuntang placed the basin of hot water on a small stool and took out the pre-prepared shampoo and essential oil from her storage space.

Both were tea-scented.

She cupped water in her hand to wet Luo Junhe's hair, squeezed shampoo into her palm and worked it into a lather, then slowly began to massage his scalp and wash his hair.

She was gentle and used just the right amount of pressure. While washing his hair, she also massaged the acupuncture points on Luo Junhe's head.

His head still required daily acupuncture to stimulate blood flow and clear any blockages.

Now Ji Yuntang was using six needles on Luo Junhe instead of the initial one, and she was gradually adding more.

Acupuncture was extremely energy-consuming and depleted a woman's vital energy and blood. Luo Junhe always told her not to overdo it, and that it was okay for his eyes to recover slowly.

Thinking of this, Ji Yuntang's hands became even gentler. The feeling was so comfortable that Luo Junhe, resting in her arms, felt almost drowsy.

Besides the scent of the shampoo, the only smell was the peach blossom scent from the girl's body.

Subtle, but sweet and fresh.

It made you want to take a bite.

Half an hour later, Ji Yuntang had washed his hair. She took out a towel and slowly dried it for Luo Junhe, squeezing out the excess water.

"Ah He, your hair is absolutely gorgeous."

In ancient times, people believed that your body, hair, and skin were gifts from your parents.

Therefore, Luo Junhe seldom cut his hair.

His hair was black and thick, flowing like a waterfall. The loose ends shone with a glossy luster in the light, and after washing, it smelled fresh and clean.

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