Chapter 467: The Pure-Clad Dark Heir 17

“Then do you understand what those books mean?” Tang Wan asked.

Hearing this, Jiang Yuantong scratched the back of his head and shook it honestly. “I don’t understand.”

Tang Wan paused.

So he had only memorized them, without grasping their meaning.

But once his missing soul returned and his mind became whole again, he should be able to understand everything.

“My husband can recite so many books. That’s already very impressive,” she said with a smile.

Jiang Yuantong immediately beamed with happiness.

…

The rest of the day passed peacefully as the two sat together—she reading account books, he watching her.

Soon, night fell again.

Thinking about how he had tricked her the night before, Tang Wan gave a silent snort.

Just wait…

…

That night—

After lying down, Jiang Yuantong looked at her with bright, expectant eyes.

“Madam, hug.”

Tang Wan shot him a warning look. “You can hug—but behave. If you don’t, no rewards for a month.”

“Oh.” He nodded obediently.

When she moved closer, he wrapped his arms around her and held her quietly.

“Sleep,” she said.

“Mm.”

He buried his face against her and closed his eyes.

…

But after the candle was extinguished, he felt unusually restless.

The air seemed to turn cooler.

Then—

His body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

When he opened his eyes again, the innocence was gone.

Instead, they were deep and clear.

Feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, a faint smile touched his lips.

So…

She truly didn’t treat him like a fool.

…

Tang Wan, exhausted from the previous night and the day’s work, had already grown drowsy.

But suddenly—

A hand slipped beneath her outer layer of clothing.

The warmth startled her fully awake.

“Tongtong, what are you doing? Go to sleep,” she said, her tone sharpening.

A moment later, his voice came—low, almost aggrieved.

“Madam… I feel uncomfortable.”

Tang Wan knew exactly what he meant.

But she had no intention of indulging him.

“If you’re uncomfortable, recite Buddhist scriptures. ‘Form is emptiness…’ Recite it a hundred times, and you’ll fall asleep,” she said coolly, brushing his hand away.

Jiang Yuantong fell silent.

“I don’t want to. I want Madam…” he said.

The next moment, he suddenly moved, pressing her down again.

Tang Wan’s eyes narrowed.

The “childish” version of him would never act like this.

Which meant—

This was the real Jiang Yuantong.

Her expression darkened.

Just as he leaned closer, she raised her hand and stopped him.

“What did you promise before sleeping?” she said coldly. “And now you want to go back on your word?”

Jiang Yuantong paused.

That promise… hadn’t been made by him.

Tang Wan pushed him. “Move.”

But he didn’t.

In the darkness, his gaze lingered on her face.

Then, as if changing tactics, his tone softened again.

“Madam… just this once?”

There was something unreadable in his voice.

After last night, his soul had grown more stable.

And entering his body had become easier.

So tonight—

He intended to try again.