Hidden Marriage: Spoiled by the Imperial Commander
Chapter 234: Don’t you like to watch it very much?

Chapter 234: Chapter 234: Don’t you like to watch it very much?

"My husband looks young," Lady Yan said with a smile on her face.

Ah Lie, when poisoned, looked even younger!

Mu Yunlie coughed lightly.

It was the first time someone had described him as "young."

It felt strangely awkward.

"Right, sister-in-law, I want to take my husband to wash up and change his clothes first; he’s all grimy," Lady Yan called to Yan Yao, who was walking ahead, "Brother, our luggage was in the exploded carriage. You and Ah Lie are about the same size. Could you lend him a few sets of your clothes to tide him over?"

Just now, when the carriage exploded, Mu Yunlie had gotten dirty, and his clothes were also a bit tattered.

For someone with a cleanliness fetish, he must be feeling really uncomfortable now.

"Yeah, you go ahead and change," Andelle sized up Mu Yunlie’s build, "Ah Lie’s clothing size should be the same as your brother’s. I’ll have someone send over a few new sets right away."

Then, Andelle ordered the servants to take them to the rooms prepared in advance.

Watching the two of them walk away, Andelle said enviously, "Looking at them being so sweet together makes me a bit nostalgic for when we were dating. I didn’t expect that, as a married woman, I’d be fed a mouthful of ’dog food’."

Yan Yao, however, furrowed his brow, unconvinced, "She’s just acting."

"Acting?" Andelle looked puzzled.

Yan Yao watched Mu Yunlie’s retreating figure with a cold gaze, "Yan Qianyi’s demeanor in relationships isn’t like this. When she was with Qu Yang before, they didn’t even hold hands."

"That’s because she was younger back then, and her arranged marriage with Qu Yang was set by your Yan Family. Now she’s found someone she likes. Of course, it’s different from before."

"But she clearly told me over the phone that their marriage was an accident, and they would divorce once the one-year marriage term was up. How could their feelings develop so fast?"

Andelle shook her head, disagreeing with Yan Yao, "This Mu Yunlie has a lot of charisma. He’s handsome, with a perfect figure. He’s the type any girl would like. I’ve seen the photos of Qu Yang you showed me. He’s nothing compared to Mu Yunlie. I think Qianyi really likes him."

Yan Yao sneered, "Is he your type too?"

Andelle was momentarily stunned, then laughed, "Are you jealous?"

"How could I be jealous?" Yan Yao said, turning away to sit on the sofa, "I still have a lot of confidence in you."

It was Andelle who had pursued Yan Yao first.

So Yan Yao was confident that, apart from himself, Andelle’s eyes would never wander to another man.

Andelle sat next to him, draped her arms over his shoulders, and leaned in.

"What I meant was, you’re jealous of those two. You love Qianyi, your sister, so much. Now that there’s another man beside her, you’re feeling a bit sour, just like a father who has married off his daughter."

Yan Yao hurriedly denied it, "No, how could I be jealous over something so childish and nonsensical!"

Andelle covered her lips with a light laugh.

It was clear that he was.

She knew all too well how much Yan Yao cared for his sister.

When she pursued Yan Yao back then, he even said that her smile reminded him of his sister.

That’s why he gave her a few more glances.

The Royal Palace servants led Lady Yan and Mu Yunlie to a room, respectfully pushed open the door.

"Lady Yan, Mr. Mu, you’ll be staying in this suite. We’ll deliver the clothes for changing in a moment. If you need anything else, please let me know; I’ll be waiting outside."

"Thank you."

Lady Yan quickly led Mu Yunlie inside.

After closing the door, she quickly let go of Mu Yunlie’s hand, exhaling a long breath, and patted her face.

Her face was almost stiff from smiling.

But Mu Yunlie suddenly caught her hand and pulled her back into his embrace, looking down intently at her, "What you said just now, was it true?"

"What?" Lady Yan blinked in confusion, "I said many things, which one are you referring to?"

Mu Yunlie looked at her with burning eyes, suppressing the urge to lean down and kiss her.

"You said... with me by your side, you aren’t afraid of anything. And you said... I’m more handsome than your brother."

"..." Lady Yan opened her mouth, "Is... is that important?"

"Of course, answer me."

Lady Yan nodded in agreement.

These two sentences were indeed true.

Not to mention her ability to protect herself, Mu Yunlie was also very formidable. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, so of course, she wasn’t afraid.

In terms of looks, putting aside familial bias, Mu Yunlie was indeed better looking than her brother by a notch.

Mu Yunlie let go of her contentedly.

But Lady Yan grasped his wrist, "Let me check you."

Just now, Mu Yunlie had used his spiritual power to push her away from the car, and she worried that the toxins inside him might have become agitated again.

Perceiving that his pulse showed no abnormalities, Lady Yan asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No."

Lady Yan expressed her worry, "We’re out of medicine now, and my silver needles were destroyed with the car. If you have an attack now, I won’t be able to do anything."

"Don’t worry, I’m going to take a shower. When my clothes arrive, you can bring them to me."

Mu Yunlie turned and headed for the washroom.

Lady Yan reminded him, "Be careful not to get water on your wounds."

"Mhmm," Mu Yunlie responded, turning his back to Lady Yan, a bright smile spreading across his face.

Although he had been very angry when he suspected Yan Yao,

her attitude towards him now made everything feel more pleasant.

She was so good to him; even if everything had been arranged by Yan Yao, he shouldn’t have doubted her.

Seeing Mu Yunlie close the door of the washroom, Lady Yan suddenly realized—how was she supposed to bring in his clothes?

At that moment, a servant brought fresh clothes, which included garments prepared for her.

Lady Yan had wanted to ask the servant to deliver Mu Yunlie’s clothes, but noticing that the servant was a young girl in her early twenties, she decided against it.

Mu Yunlie’s impressive physique should not be seen by other girls.

She stood outside the washroom with the clothes in hand.

Hearing the ’splash splash’ of water inside, she couldn’t help but imagine an exquisite scene of a handsome man bathing.

She quickly slapped her own face.

Stop it, stop it! What was she thinking?

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom ceased.

"Ahem!" Lady Yan cleared her throat, "Are you done?"

"Yes, come in."

Come in?

To see him without clothes?

Although she had seen him when giving him acupuncture, at least he was wearing a pair of modesty-preserving briefs.

Lady Yan suggested, "Open the door a crack, and I’ll pass the clothes to you."

"It’s inconvenient, I can’t reach them, my arm hurts a bit."

"Then... then wrap a towel around yourself and I’ll come in."

"There are no towels inside."

"...," Lady Yan thought for a moment, "Then I’ll open the door, and you can come to grab them yourself."

"Okay."

Taking a deep breath, Lady Yan opened the door and at the same time, she immediately closed her eyes, extending the clothes inside.

But her hand hovered in mid-air for quite a while, and Mu Yunlie did not take the clothes.

His teasing voice suddenly sounded in her ear, "Didn’t you used to like looking?"