Upon hearing this, Jiang Lan…
In the room, Qin Zhong carefully assisted Qin Yuehan in rising, his eyes filled with concern.
Seeing him like this, Qin Yuehan couldn’t help but laugh. His elegant and noble face now carried a bold expression.
“I’m fine,” Qin Yuehan said, then lazily leaned against the bedpost, extending his hand for Qin Zhong to wipe them.
“Qin Zhong, bring me that red sandalwood box,” Qin Yuehan spoke, his peach blossom eyes slightly upturned with an indescribable satisfaction.
Hearing this, Qin Zhong froze, his gaze slowly fixing on the stained brocade beside Qin Yuehan’s hand.
“Still not going?” Qin Yuehan spoke again, his cool voice wrapped in laziness.
By the time Qin Zhong entered carrying the red sandalwood box, Qin Yuehan had already changed his clothes and was sitting at the dressing table.
“Young Lord,” Qin Zhong addressed him.
Hearing this, Qin Yuehan set down the wooden comb in his hand, then slowly walked to the bedside. He neatly folded the long-stained brocade and placed it in the wooden box.
“No need for you to comb today,” Qin Yuehan said as he sat back at the dressing table, seeing Qin Zhong about to style his hair.
When Jiang Lan entered, she saw Qin Yuehan sitting quite lazily on the wooden stool, his black hair casually draped over his shoulders.
“Why not tie it up?” Jiang Lan walked behind Qin Yuehan, picked up the wooden comb from the table, and asked softly while combing his hair.
Through the bronze mirror, Qin Yuehan saw Jiang Lan’s stunning face. His peach blossom eyes grew darker, but a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said, “I wanted my wife to crown me.”
Hearing this, Jiang Lan froze, a flash of embarrassment in her eyes. She forced a strained smile and said, “Yes, I’m sorry, I never prepared one for you.”
Qin Yuehan remained silent upon hearing this, simply taking out a white jade hair crown from the dressing table and placing it in Jiang Lan’s hand.
By the time Jiang Lan clumsily finished styling Qin Yuehan’s hair and securing the crown, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her back.
The reason was simple: the moment she picked up the white jade hair crown, System 009 emitted a piercing warning.
[Warning! Due to the host forgetting to prepare a hair crown for male lead Qin Yuehan, causing the male lead’s mood to darken, Darkening Level increased by one. Current Darkening Level: 20%.] System 009 announced.
Jiang Lan was stunned at that moment, but when her gaze met Qin Yuehan’s reflection in the mirror, she suppressed her frustration.
Was she here to save Qin Yuehan from his tragic ending?
She was clearly here to experience the darkening journey of a black lotus in a matriarchal world.
During the midday meal, when Qin Jianfu and her husband saw Qin Yuehan wearing his hair crown, both showed a flicker of surprise.
However, neither Qin Jianfu nor Qin Yuehan’s father mentioned the matter.
Only Jiang Lan felt deeply guilty, so throughout the meal she continuously served food to Qin Yuehan, afraid she hadn’t cared for him well enough.
After all, in this world, to show respect for their main husband, women typically present a carefully prepared hair crown to their husband after the wedding night.
But neither the original host nor she had ever prepared one for Qin Yuehan.
When the two returned to the Jiang residence, it was already the evening of the following day.
However, to Jiang Lan’s surprise, before she and Qin Yuehan could alight from the carriage, they were intercepted at the entrance of their own residence by Su Qinghe, who wore a veil.
“Who is making noise outside?” Qin Yuehan asked the coachman through the carriage window, his voice slightly cold.
“Answering the master, there is a man outside requesting to see the head of the household,” the coachman replied.
Jiang Lan had been feeling unwell from the carriage ride the entire journey, appearing listless and now leaning against Qin Yuehan’s shoulder with a pained expression.
Upon hearing the coachman’s words, Qin Yuehan stiffened abruptly, as if reminded of certain matters.
Jiang Lan, resting against Qin Yuehan’s shoulder, naturally noticed the change in him.
“Not seeing anyone,” Jiang Lan said coldly, glancing at Qin Yuehan’s lowered eyes.
Outside the carriage, Su Qinghe, who had dressed up meticulously, felt a flicker of hope upon hearing the clear and melodious female voice from inside the carriage.
However, after clearly understanding Jiang Lan’s words, his face, lightly adorned with cosmetics, instantly turned deathly pale.
As Jiang Lan’s carriage was about to pass him, Su Qinghe abandoned the restraint he had maintained for so long and called out, “Jiang Lan, it’s Qinghe!”
Su Qinghe spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of fear compared to the deliberate softness he had affected earlier, now sounding slightly louder and more forceful.
Su Qinghe’s voice was not soft, and as the carriage passed by him, Jiang Lan found it impossible to pretend deafness.
Meanwhile, Qin Yuehan, who had been sitting beside her, remained cold and detached ever since Su Qinghe appeared.
Qin Yuehan was exceptionally handsome, with peach blossom eyes that, when not smiling, exuded a dignified and striking handsomeness that made one feel an urge to covet him.
Having witnessed Qin Yuehan’s demeanor when he was emotional, Jiang Lan vaguely sensed that he was currently angered.
Hearing the shouts from outside, she forcibly suppressed the subconscious instincts of this body and stubbornly played deaf.
Until the carriage slowly entered the Jiang residence, Su Qinghe never got to see Jiang Lan.
Watching the gates of the Jiang residence slowly close before his eyes, his initial confidence and satisfaction crumbled into despair, and a slow-burning fear began to grow in his heart.