I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 98

After Jiang Xidai gave her orders and Yan Huirou had not returned for a long time, she went to the back kitchen of Bright Moon Pavilion to check. The side door was ajar, and Yan Huirou’s busy figure could be vaguely seen. Her long hair, tied with a ribbon, cascaded gently down her back, swaying slightly with her movements.
Jiang Xidai did not rush to disturb her. Instead, she leaned against the doorway, quietly staring at a few strands of hair that had escaped to Yan Huirou’s waist. These days were so good, so good that she couldn’t help but feel a little fearful. What would she become if she lost her?
Jiang Xidai realized she was overthinking again. She lowered her eyelashes and rubbed her temple with her thumb. She decided not to ponder such irrelevant matters. So, she lightened her footsteps, stepped over the threshold, and embraced Yan Huirou from behind.
Yan Huirou was just sprinkling a bit of osmanthus dust over the rice balls, as a finishing touch. She wasn’t surprised. She stroked the back of Jiang Xidai’s hand. “Hungry?”
“I’ve already achieved spiritual seclusion. There’s no such thing as hunger,” Jiang Xidai said, leaning against her back, conversing casually, “I never asked you before, is this difficult to make?”
Yan Huirou teased, “So Sect Master knows she never asked me before? You probably wish you could order me to make eight bowls a day.” She pressed the spoon down, scooped up a glutinous rice ball with a hint of sweetness, and brought it to Jiang Xidai’s lips.
Jiang Xidai primly took a bite, then pushed the remaining half back with her lips. “Needs more sugar.”
Yan Huirou sighed softly. “Any sweeter and it’ll be too cloying…”
“It won’t.”
Seeing her obediently add more rock sugar, Jiang Xidai was finally satisfied. She casually took the bowl from Yan Huirou’s hand and gracefully sat down at a nearby wooden table. Jiang Xidai lightly tapped the rim of the bowl, and the spoon obediently flew into her hand. She slowly stirred the rice wine. Once the sugar had dissolved, she deigned to take another bite. Perhaps it was sweet to her heart’s content, as her brows and eyes softened considerably.
“Sect Master.”
“Hmm?” The answer was slightly muffled from holding a rice ball in her cheek.
“Look up at me.”
Jiang Xidai raised her eyes and glanced at her. Her vision momentarily darkened as a soft handkerchief was pressed against her mouth, carefully picking off a few osmanthus petals stuck to her cheek.
“…”
Yan Huirou sat across from her, a faint curve to her lips. “Just like my younger sister, you always get food on your face when you eat.”
A slight flush colored the woman’s cheeks. Her eyelashes lowered, her brows furrowed, as if she intended to pretend nothing had happened. But after a moment, she couldn’t help but ask curiously, “You have a younger sister? What’s your family like?”
“I don’t just have a younger sister; I also have two mothers.”
Jiang Xidai’s cheek was still bulging with a small rice ball. Her expression was hesitant, appearing slightly innocent. “…Two?”
Yan Huirou raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, I’m biologically their child. There are certain techniques… or rather, folk remedies, that allow same-sex couples to have children.”
“Don’t you dare give this Seat any children,” Jiang Xidai said with a hint of fear, taking a sip, and quietly added, “Those things are more annoying than dogs.”
Yan Huirou couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t. It’s just, Sect Master’s line of thought really caught me off guard…”
Jiang Xidai also smiled. “But it’s actually quite good.”
“What’s good?”
“At least you know who your mothers are. They used to love you very much?”
“Yes, they loved me very much. But they have all passed away now.”
“Even if they passed away, at least you knew them.” The woman propped her chin on her hand, her gaze cast beyond Yan Huirou, her expression much softer, seemingly lost in memory. “I was born and lived alone, with no family. Logically, everyone should have a mother. I imagine she must be dead. I’d rather she were dead.”
“…Why?”
“It’s better than being abandoned.”
Yan Huirou lowered her head. “Mmm.”
“However,” Jiang Xidai returned to herself, her voice gentle, “If she also loved me, there must have been a hidden reason. There’s nothing to resent.”
Yan Huirou silently clutched the fabric on her leg, slightly stunned, and looked up. Outside, the spring sun was gentle, backlighting Jiang Xidai. Those charming eyes looked at her, slightly curved, their depths clear and devoid of any resentment.
Being looked at like this, Yan Huirou almost thought she had confessed—she was on the verge of confessing. Her heart pounded slightly, and her throat felt very raw. But she couldn’t say it aloud; she hadn’t figured out how to discuss this yet.
Jiang Xidai’s unintentional words were like hitting cotton with a stick; a single strike, and the dust motes flew up, unable to settle for a long time, scattering in a messy cloud, as if heavy snow had fallen upon her loneliness.
Yan Huirou opened her mouth, then closed it again, chewing on the bitterness, swallowing it little by little. “Then… do you want anything else to eat?”
“Hmm?” Jiang Xidai smiled. “Of course. But didn’t you say I shouldn’t eat too much sugar? Why have you changed your mind now?”
Yan Huirou gently said, “I like seeing you happy after tasting something sweet.”
“Still so good with words. Now this Seat’s second favorite food is plum blossom cakes, and… unfortunately, there probably aren’t any bayberries.”
Jiang Xidai stood up, her bare feet quietly taking a few steps towards the door—she still had her own things to do. This was a good opportunity to keep Yan Huirou occupied with making desserts. Yan Huirou was unusually kind to her today. Normally, she would offer a word or two of caution, but today she simply rolled up her sleeves obediently and began to cook.
Jiang Xidai turned her head, keenly noticing that Yan Yan seemed to be in a bad mood. Although she still looked at her with a gentle expression and occasionally offered a sweet smile, there was always a hint of forced effort. She didn’t think much of it, simply assuming Yan Huirou had learned about the past.
—Jiang Xidai could also tell from her complexion that Yan Huirou’s past life must have been quite difficult. Otherwise, why would she be all alone, reduced to such a state of imprisonment? Jiang Xidai had always been able to empathize with her on such emotions. When one was feeling down, it was best not to dwell on it, because it was clear that thinking wouldn’t help anyway. The past was a mess, and one still had to struggle to live on. But at the same time, she didn’t want to see people; their chatter would be annoying.
So, in the past, she always returned to her familiar darkness, closed the door, and got drunk. The more she drank, the more her body became limp and weak, and the more uncomfortable she felt physically—when one’s body was uncomfortable, attention might be diverted, and the heart would feel less miserable.
But there was actually a gentler way to comfort her.
Jiang Xidai entered Qionghua Hall and went up to the second floor. A small box had been placed very cautiously on the dressing table, covered with a layer of cloth for concealment. Jiang Xidai stroked the wooden box with her fingertips. She gently unlatched the delicate clasp, and the wooden box opened, revealing a pile of various miscellaneous items inside.
…Damn it. Wen Xianyin just brought these things, without even an explanation.
She knew how to use these oddly shaped items to whip people, but how were they used? Jiang Xidai had never seen anyone use them before and couldn’t help but fall silent. If both of them didn’t understand, she wouldn’t feel like she was losing face. But, inconveniently, Yan Huirou seemed to understand them very well.
As an old ancestor with some years on her, Jiang Xidai was unwilling to humbly learn about this in front of Yan Huirou. And she was truly too embarrassed to ask her disciple—the Sect Master, who had a rather thin skin, had to try and figure it out herself.
Jiang Xidai pulled out the thin piece of clothing and threw it aside. She knew this; just put it on. The ropes and red ribbons should be for tying people. Sect Master Jiang was proficient in eight hundred ways to tie up body parts, but she hadn’t tried tying up living ones yet, which was a bit novel.
Candles with strange patterns. Jiang Xidai tapped one with her fingertip. The candle lit up, emitting a peculiar fragrance. She frowned, carefully watching it burn for a long while.
For illumination? She really couldn’t think of anything else.
There was also a string of jade beads, small and round at both ends, larger in the middle. If Jiang Xidai went by her first impression, she would surely think these were for massage. For example, holding both ends and rolling them on her legs to relax. But since Wen Xianyin had collected them into this treasure box, thinking naughtier thoughts was definitely the right direction.
Relying on this mix of guessing and intuition, Jiang Xidai generally understood them. They were simply divided into “external use” and “internal use.” The only thing that left her somewhat unsure was a double-ended jade implement. It was pure white throughout, with both ends carved into the shape of a ruyi, and it had some subtle angles, making it look rather mysterious. It was the same style as the one Yan Huirou had held in her hand last time.
She handled this jade implement, pondered for a long time without success, then prepared to give it a small try, just in case she needed it later that night. Jiang Xidai flicked her finger, and all the lights in the room extinguished. The red curtains softly fell, concealing her entire figure.
“…”
It looked simple, but it was actually a bit difficult. It was distended, not very comfortable. She knelt on the bed, leaning forward slightly, trying to figure out the angle.
Just as she was exploring as if in an uninhabited realm, the bedroom door was quietly pushed open. Jiang Xidai didn’t notice it for a moment.
Yan Huirou had already regulated her emotions and walked in, carrying the freshly made plum blossom cakes. If Jiang Xidai wasn’t in Qionghua Hall, she must have returned to the second floor. But… why was it so dark? Sleeping so early?
Yan Huirou slipped off her shoes, her bare feet touching the floor. She walked to the dressing table, pulled off the cloth, and used it to cushion the plate so it wouldn’t make a sound when placed down. She felt slightly puzzled. A woman’s figure could be vaguely seen within the curtains, seemingly moving twice. Why wasn’t she speaking to her?
“Sect Master?”
Who knew that this one call would be like a stone hitting still water, throwing up a thousand ripples. The woman in the red curtains immediately froze. “Yan Yan… when did you come in?”
Yan Huirou: “Just now. It’s still so early; are you already sleepy? If you want to eat, don’t sleep so early. Even with high cultivation, what if you get indigestion?”
Yan Huirou knew she didn’t particularly like such dark places and was about to pull up the hanging red curtains, but Jiang Xidai stiffened. “Wait—”
Too late. Yan Huirou’s motion of lifting the curtain was quite natural and smooth. She had found it a bit strange to begin with, and didn’t know what to expect when she pulled it open. Her gaze went straight to Jiang Xidai, and with just that one glance, Yan Huirou didn’t actually see very clearly. She even asked curiously, “Sect Master, what are you doing kneeling?”
The beauty within the curtains was half-undressed, her cheeks flushed. She was kneeling in a strange posture, her sheer red skirt draped over her parted legs, the rest fanning out behind her like tail feathers.
Jiang Xidai was so embarrassed she didn’t know what to do. She swiftly grabbed her skirt, quickly covering the elaborately patterned jade implement.
“Are you feeling unwell?” Yan Huirou saw she was a bit off and couldn’t help but worry. She leaned in slightly, wanting to touch her.
As she leaned closer, Jiang Xidai naturally had to lean back to avoid being discovered, biting the bullet and sitting down, a sensation of soreness and fullness overwhelming her. At this moment, her hands couldn’t help but clench the bedsheet, almost turning white from the effort, and she subconsciously pressed her legs together.
“Yan Huirou.” Her voice was a little shaky. “…Don’t come any closer!”