Chapter 122: Physical Contact is Very Necessary

???? Important Note : For the continuity of this story consider to Support us on Pãtreon/Flokixy to access advance Chapters and To Support The Daily Update Inside Prince Jing's study. Ji San shot Wei Yuanling a look. Wei Yuanling indicated that he had no idea what was going on either. Ji San cleared his throat and looked at Jun Mo. "Ziyan, did you call us here just to sit on a cold bench?" Wei Yuanling also chimed in, "That's right, Ziyan. Have you run into some kind of trouble?" Jun Mo looked up. "Tell me, what does one do to make the other person feel that she's in your heart?" Wei Yuanling looked completely baffled, while Ji San, on the other hand, wore an 'I totally get it' expression. Ji Huaizhou's eyes lit up, and he overstepped, "Oh~ Someone's heart has been stirred by spring, but the young lady isn't reciprocating." An embarrassed look crossed Jun Mo's face. He said coldly, "This Prince must have been muddled to think that bachelors like you would understand such a profound question." He somewhat regretted leaving her alone outside the Imperial Study today. He didn't know if she was angry. At the time, he truly had been a bit annoyed. He had been quietly scheming just to keep her by his side, while she was desperately trying to find ways to leave. It was the first time he had been so concerned about a woman, and he didn't know what to do to make her understand. In his desperation, he had resorted to consulting these two. It seemed now that this decision had been a mistake. Of these two, one was even more clueless than him, and the other looked utterly unreliable. Hearing Jun Mo's words, Ji Huaizhou was indignant. "Who says I don't know! Romance, well, it's a play performed by two people. One less or one more, and it's just not beautiful. I'd say you're like a barber's carrying pole—hot on one end and cold on the other. That won't do." Seeing him speak so convincingly, Jun Mo's interest was piqued. "Then tell me, what should this Prince do now?" Ji Huaizhou cast a smug glance at Wei Yuanling, who looked equally curious, then turned back to Jun Mo. Like an old scholar, he stroked a non-existent beard. "Well, this... it can be difficult, or it can be simple." Wei Yuanling shot him a disdainful look. "Cut the nonsense." Ji Huaizhou cleared his throat. "First, you have to let Miss Su know that you're serious about her. If she doesn't believe you, then show her with your actions." Jun Mo asked, "Be specific." "It's written in storybooks: the love between a scholar and a beauty usually begins when they recognize each other's talents. And the love between a hero and a beauty? That usually starts when the hero saves the beauty." Wei Yuanling was completely lost. "What does that mean?" Ji Huaizhou gave him a disgusted look. "Idiot! What I mean is, Ziyan needs to use his own appeal to attract Miss Su, to leave an impression in her heart that he is both skilled in scholarly arts and martial prowess." Jun Mo and Wei Yuanling felt there was some sense in this and both nodded. Ji Huaizhou continued, "Also, the most crucial point – what's the most important thing about a hero saving a beauty? It's to let the other person know you are very reliable, that you provide a sense of security. So, hehe." Wei Yuanling frowned. "Why are you suddenly laughing so lewdly?" Ji Huaizhou adopted a serious expression. "Therefore, appropriate physical contact is also very necessary. A strong arm, a warm chest... Ah! Wei Yuanling! What are you doing! Stop! Ouch, Ziyan, save me!" Before he could finish, Wei Yuanling's fists had landed on Ji Huaizhou. "I'm beating you, you scoundrel! How dare you try to corrupt Ziyan! That young lady is my own cousin!" Wei Yuanling chased after Ji San, his punches landing decisively, one after another. For a moment, the study was in an uproar, like chickens flying and dogs jumping. "Wei Yuanling! If you don't stop, I'm going to hit back!" "You just try it!" "Ziyan, save me!" Jun Mo sat in his chair, lost in thought. Although what Ji San said was a bit exaggerated, there seemed to be some truth to it. "Alright." Jun Mo spoke, and only then did the two stop. Ji San rubbed his handsome face, muttering, "You hit really hard." What he had said was all true, after all. Wei Yuanling snorted coldly. "We shouldn't have listened to your nonsense in the first place." Then, looking at Jun Mo, he said, "Ziyan, if you are truly sincere towards my cousin, I believe she will naturally sense it over time. Don't you dare learn that scoundrelly behavior from certain people. If my uncle finds out, you'll be in for it." Ji San said unhappily, "How am I a scoundrel? If you try to woo a girl like that, you're the one who'll suffer. You'll find out later." Wei Yuanling just snorted coldly at him. It seemed he would have to have a good talk with his younger sister when he got home. Jun Mo stood up and looked at the two. "Alright, this Prince has achieved enlightenment. You two can scram." Wei Yuanling and Ji San said in unison, "What did you get enlightened about?" Jun Mo glanced at them but said nothing. Wei Yuanling frowned, worried that Jun Mo had really been corrupted. It seemed that before he and his cousin were married, he should try to minimize opportunities for these two to be alone. Su Li had finished her evening meal, and the family was sitting by the low table near the window, chatting idly to aid digestion. Bathed in the warm yellow lamplight, the room felt as warm as spring, while outside, all was silent. They watched the tiny white stars drift and twirl in the dark, nebulous expanse. It had snowed the entire day again. They sat quietly, watching the snow, listening to the snow, appreciating the snow, and pondering the snow. In their graceful eyes, the snowflakes resembled willow catkins blown by the wind, adorning the withered branches of late winter and the lean, pure form of the plum blossoms. Father Su sighed, "For wealthy families, this snow is beautiful. But for poor families, it's Yama, the King of Hell, come to claim their lives." Su Li held a cup of hot tea and said slowly, "Is Father worried again that some common folk are suffering from the cold?" Father Su nodded. "There's a shortage of charcoal in the capital this year, and even the price of firewood has risen. I don't know how those without charcoal or firewood will survive the winter." Su Li fell silent. She indeed had enough charcoal for herself and her close friends and family, but when it came to saving all the common people, she was powerless. Mother Su chided, "You two, father and daughter, must you be so melancholic when things are perfectly fine? Don't you understand the principle: 'When successful, benefit all under heaven; when in poverty, cultivate one's own virtue in solitude'?" Father Su's eyes crinkled with a smile. "My lady is right." The lively atmosphere in the room was restored. Su Li looked at her parents' smiling faces and sighed inwardly at how wonderful such days were. Seeing that it was getting late, Su Li stood up. "Father, Mother, your daughter will take her leave. Mother, you are with child, you should rest early." Mother Su said, "Wrap your cloak tightly, and don't forget your hand warmer." Su Li nodded. "I know." Siqin held an umbrella for her, while Zhishu lit the way ahead with a lantern. "Miss, the snowy path is slippery. Be careful." When they reached her courtyard, they discovered the moon had come out. The wind had stopped. The red plum blossoms in the courtyard, illuminated by the moonlight, were budding in the night, their faint fragrance drifting in the air. Su Li tilted her head up and sighed, "So beautiful." The two young maids looked at her, their eyes filled with deep awe. Miss is so beautiful! Red plum blossoms, red robes, snowy night, snow-white skin – a beauty that could make one dizzy. Jun Mo, approaching the window, saw this very scene, one that would remain etched in his memory for a lifetime. After watching for a long while, Su Li took her maids and returned to her room. Before entering, Su Li said softly, "You two go and rest as well." "Yes, Miss." Su Li pushed open the door, and her nose twitched. "Why are you here?" She calmly lit the lamp and looked at the person by the window.