The Foolish Husband of the Landlord's Family (GL)

Chapter 58: Kindred Spirits

Jiang Yuan was caught off guard by the revelation. She had considered many possibilities, like Jing Anrui's ambitions for the people or his desire for supreme power. But she never anticipated this reason. She was momentarily unfazed by the rank hierarchy, her gaze fixed on Jing Anrui's face.

As Jing Anrui spoke of the Empress, his expression was gentle and serene, a smile on his lips, his face as smooth as white jade, exuding warmth. Yet there was a hint of ruthlessness and gloom between his brows.

Given Jing Anrui's claim of acting for the Empress, Jiang Yuan naturally understood their relationship wasn't "pure." The seriousness of his actions was clear—success meant ruling the world; failure meant becoming a traitor and prisoner. The risk was immense. If Jing Anrui could rebel for one person, if this wasn't love...

Jing Anrui's expression, combined with the thought of the person he loved becoming someone else's wife, especially a monarch, left him little choice but to harbor such intensity and gloom.

Jiang Yuan silently mused, averting her eyes to pretend nothing had happened.

Jing Anrui didn't reprimand Jiang Yuan for her scrutiny, quietly allowing her observation. Finally, he withdrew his warmth, reverting to a dignified prince, joking lightly, "Why? You and Lin Kong are permitted, but I am not?"

This confirmed Jiang Yuan's suspicions. Blushing, she dropped any pretense, candidly admitting, "I was just surprised. I didn't expect, my lord, that you too are a kindred spirit."

Jing Anrui frowned, contemplating before understanding her meaning—liking women. It was indeed rare. Her reaction mirrored his upon learning about Jiang Yuan and Lin Kong.

Initially, Jing Anrui thought their marriage was merely a convenience, with Lin Kong's feelings being dependency rather than love. But their genuine affection was evident from their interactions.

Jing Anrui dismissed his thoughts, nonchalantly, "Now, can you reveal your trump card?"

Jiang Yuan, seeing no need to conceal it further, cautioned, "First, prepare yourself."

"Oh?" Jing Anrui was intrigued.

Having faced life and death in battle and political intrigue, she believed she'd seen it all, dismissing Jiang Yuan's warning.

Jiang Yuan continued, "I also request my lord not to pursue certain questions."

Jing Anrui, typically patient, agreed, "You have my word."

Though confident in Jiang Yuan's capabilities, Jing Anrui doubted she could produce anything extraordinary. But when Jiang Yuan's fingertips conjured a blue vortex, Jing Anrui's worldview shattered.

The visual impact was immense. Despite her astonishment, Jing Anrui maintained composure, questioning, "Is this not a trick?"

Believing it a mere illusion, Jing Anrui scrutinized it for flaws, but dizziness forced her to look away.

Jiang Yuan remained silent, retracting the vortex, her fingertip smooth again, revealing only fingerprints.

"How do you do that?" Jing Anrui reevaluated Jiang Yuan, tempted to believe in the supernatural, for a vortex to appear from nowhere was impossible.