Chapter 1507: 1502: Chu Yihan, Wash the Dishes!

Chapter 1507: Chapter 1502: Chu Yihan, Wash the Dishes!

Lan Qi’s vengeful heart tormented him daily. During those days in the palace when he was disguised as a woman, he suffered through pain and shame until Chu Yihan began to trust him, taking the medicine he provided!

His heart, which had always been broiled in a fiery oil, finally found some relief!

Once the Gu King took root in Chu Yihan’s brain, his death was certain!

In the Great Cheng Dynasty, without him, what could his young son possibly do?

He was but a puppet to the regent ministers, clueless about when the power would be stripped from him. From a royal of the Great Cheng Dynasty, he would have to change his surname to that of another family’s reign!

These were thoughts for later; Lan Qi only needed to wait for Chu Yihan to die, and then he would have methods to further afflict his son’s realm. After all, there were officials within the court still under the control of the Lan family. As soon as Chu Yihan died, a new ruler would ascend the throne of the Great Cheng Dynasty—an event that seemed imminent!

Yet now, Lan Qi was growing impatient, “After nightfall, I’ll ascertain the palace guard shift change, then plan my entry to investigate.”

Yun Dan frowned, “There’s no need to rush so; with the Gu King in Chu Yihan’s brain, his torture is unquestionably far worse than ours. We need only to wait for his demise!”

“Must we continue to waste time here for another day while he lives?” Lan Qi’s slender eyes narrowed, filled with resentment and impatience.

He had waited five years, and his patience was at an end!

He wanted Chu Yihan to die swiftly!

Even if he suffered daily from pain and torment, Lan Qi didn’t wish for him to live a moment longer!

Adjacent to the Imperial Mausoleum was the mausoleum keeper’s residence, a two-entrance courtyard. Due to the solemnity of the mausoleum, the decor here was not lavish, with only black and white hues. Those who lived here without a clear mind, were mostly driven mad.

Chu Xiuwen, who had been condemned to guard the mausoleum, went insane after just three years and was said to have run off madly, never to be found again. When he was eventually discovered, he was a rotting, stenchy corpse at the bottom of a cliff.

Su Yingxue stayed with Chu Yihan in this place, yet did not feel gloom or oppression. On the contrary, Chu Yihan felt his mind had become much more peaceful, and his depression, like the headaches in the palace, could now be somewhat controlled.

“Hubby, this is a new pain relief medicine I’ve concocted, have a little please.”

Su Yingxue, dressed in plain clothes, with only a silver hairpin on her bun, spoke in a tender voice that was particularly pleasant to Chu Yihan’s ears.

He took the medicine bowl she handed over and drank half before putting it down. Su Yingxue pouted, “Why aren’t you being good? Why don’t you finish it?”

Chu Yihan was somewhat helpless, “Pain relief works but for a moment. The pain will return daily, drinking so much…”

He really found it hard to stomach.

He had taken more medicine during this period than in all the years before.

“Do you dare not drink? If you don’t, I’ll bite you!”

Su Yingxue clenched her fist, putting on a fierce face, and even mockingly warned him, “Do you think you’re still the emperor sitting in the palace? Now you are my husband. I take care of your meals and daily life. If you disobey me, you won’t get dinner tonight! Will you finish it or not?”

Chu Yihan’s eyebrows lifted lightheartedly, a surge of pleasure rising in his heart, “Alright, I’ll finish it.”

Since his mother passed away, no one had ever spoken to him like this. Back in the palace, Su Yingxue might playfully pout and tantrum in private, but they had to be mindful around servants and children, even as affectionate husband and wife.

But now things were different, they could love openly as husband and wife, he could be willful, and Su Yingxue could scold him. Both had no need to hold back, living the modest life of an ordinary couple.

This made him feel, paradoxically, that his illness was worth it.

At nightfall, after Su Yingxue finished serving Chu Yihan his meal and felt tired, she stared at the pile of dirty dishes, propped up her face, and playfully suggested, “Hubby, go wash the dishes and tidy the kitchen, will you?”

Chu Yihan furrowed his brows, “Are you asking me… to wash the dishes?”

He was obviously shocked.

Su Yingxue pouted, “What’s the matter? Can’t the emperor stoop to washing a few bowls and dishes, or does he not know how to wash them?”

“I do.”

Chu Yihan said with a stern face, then collected the dishes and took them to the kitchen.

But when he was faced with pots, pans, spatulas, and the stove in the kitchen, he showed a look of difficulty. How is all this stuff… supposed to be used?

How should the dishes be washed?

Fetch water?

Chu Yihan put down the dishes and studied the process. It should start with fetching water from the well, then pouring it into the water jar, and then scooping water from the jar into a basin, then washing the dishes in it. After washing, they should be put back in their respective places, such as the kitchen cabinets.

Chu Yihan squatted down to take a look, and the cabinets placed in this kitchen were all neatly organized, with different types of dishes and utensils having their own designated spots.

Su Yingxue lay on the soft couch for a while, rubbing her slightly bloated stomach from eating.

Lately she hadn’t eaten properly due to taking care of Chu Yihan, but since coming to the Imperial Mausoleum with him, she felt at ease and ate heartily with him, which improved her appetite.

Originally, she had wondered, when Chu Yihan, a man raised in luxury from birth, only versed in swords and blades, had ever stepped into a kitchen?

Washing dishes was something she tempted him with on purpose!

He definitely wouldn’t do it well!

Maybe, he would make a mess of the kitchen, and later she would have to clean it up.

“It doesn’t matter.” Su Yingxue smiled and got up; she just wanted to experience the life of an ordinary couple with Chu Yihan.

Aren’t ordinary husbands and wives supposed to share household chores?

Oh right, that was her mother’s generation’s way of couples, not theirs.

In their time, gentlemen stayed away from kitchen work.

Not to mention Chu Yihan, even her brother has never touched dirty dishes and utensils.

It was always her sister-in-law who ordered others to do the work.

Su Yingxue felt rested and stood up to walk towards the kitchen. She did not expect Chu Yihan to wash the dishes properly, maybe he made a mess, maybe even broke a few, and now she was wobbling over to clean up.

But when she reached the kitchen door, she found that Chu Yihan had already put the water bucket in its place, and the two large water jars in the kitchen were filled to the brim.

He rolled up his sleeves, tucked the hem of his garment around his waist, exuding an extraordinary charisma.

Su Yingxue was stunned.

With delicate features that were picture-perfect, and a facial contour carved like by a sculptor’s work, he was blessed by the heavens. His rolled-up sleeves exposed his slender and powerful forearms; his well-defined muscles subconsciously made her swallow. The way he strode towards her…

Su Yingxue felt herself becoming overwhelmed.

He didn’t carry the same majesty as in the palace, but still exuded a cold and noble air. Walking up to Su Yingxue, he lifted her long hair from her shoulder, brought it to his nose, and took a whiff, “It needs washing.”

Su Yingxue was somewhat shocked, “You… you finished washing the dishes?”

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