The Paranoid Male Lead’s "White Moonlight" Has Reborn - Chapter 12

Jiang Chaoyun was absolutely livid. What on earth did he mean by “Can you even get it up”??

He was so angry his face turned bright red, and his voice began to tremble.

Seeing him like this, Han Jiangmu actually softened his tone and said quite nonchalantly, “It was my lapse in etiquette, Young Master.”

Jiang Chaoyun shouted, “Get out! I don’t want to see you!”

Han Jiangmu said, “Yes, Young Master.” And with that, he actually left.

Bixin, hearing the commotion, peeked in and whispered, “Young Master, what happened?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” Jiang Chaoyun grumbled.

Hearing his tone, Bixin quietly swapped in a pot of hot tea, placed it on the small side table by the bed, and withdrew. Once his anger subsided slightly, Jiang Chaoyun indeed felt thirsty. He sat up, poured himself a bowl of tea, blew on it carefully, and drank it all. Afterward, he sat under the covers, still smoldering.

He was seventeen. At this age, some of the other Jiang brothers already had concubines; his cousin Jiang Shujin even had children. People had whispered things to him in private, so it wasn’t that he didn’t understand, but precisely because he knew a thing or two, he felt hurt.

Han Jiangmu’s question had hit a sore spot. At his age, Jiang Chaoyun hadn’t even experienced “that” kind of reaction. His younger cousin had nocturnal emissions at nine; he didn’t have one until sixteen, and “down there” had always remained soft.

He might not even count as a real man. Han Jiangmu’s words cut deep, making him both angry and sorrowful. He burrowed under the blankets and threw several punches as if hitting Han Jiangmu’s face. After a moment of silence, he reached into his undergarments.

After a long while, Jiang Chaoyun withdrew his hand weakly.

Han Jiangmu is such a bastard!

The next day, Jiang Lin-shi came to visit him, bringing along a fair and handsome young man. She introduced him: “This is Physician Ma. From now on, he will be the one writing your prescriptions.”

Seeing the youth, Jiang Chaoyun wasn’t very surprised—he had switched to this same doctor in his previous life—but he still asked for appearances, “What about Physician Lai?”

Jiang Lin-shi sighed. “Physician Lai has an urgent matter and needs to return to his hometown. I’m afraid he won’t be coming back.”

“I see,” Jiang Chaoyun said, unsurprised.

Jiang Lin-shi arranged for Physician Ma to take his pulse. Jiang Chaoyun obediently offered his wrist. Physician Ma carefully produced a red pulse pillow, placed it under the wrist, and began the examination.

After a long time, Jiang Lin-shi asked anxiously, “How is it?”

Physician Ma had a pleasant voice. He said, “The young master has a congenital deficiency and cold energy in his system. He must be nurtured slowly.”

Hearing the same words many other doctors had said, Jiang Lin-shi felt disappointed. However, Physician Ma continued with full confidence, “Do not worry, Madam. I have extensive experience in this field. As long as the Young Master cooperates, I can certainly make him a normal person.”

Most doctors avoid making such grand claims, so Jiang Lin-shi naturally thought him a bit young and arrogant. But for her, such words brought a glimmer of hope. “Truly?”

Physician Ma replied, “Naturally. If I cannot cure such a minor ailment, my head can be cut off for the Young Master to use as a footstool.”

Jiang Lin-shi loved hearing such certainty and immediately wanted to reward him. Physician Ma declined, wrote a prescription on the spot, and sent a servant to fetch the herbs so he could personally brew the medicine.

Watching him make the same grand declarations as in his previous life, Jiang Chaoyun felt like laughing, yet couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Truth be told, Physician Ma was better than Physician Lai; at least in his last days in the previous life, he hadn’t suffered much. Though perhaps the suppression was too strong, leading to the final, violent collapse where he wasn’t just sweating, but bleeding.

The memory of blood erupting from his seven orifices was terrifying. If possible, he truly didn’t want to experience it again. Jiang Chaoyun’s mood was a bit low. Jiang Lin-shi noticed this and stayed with him longer, leaving only after watching him finish the newly brewed medicine.

After the new Physician Ma toured the residence provided by Jiang Lin-shi, he went to a secluded spot and bowed to a figure. “Master.”

Han Jiangmu was sitting at a stone table wiping his sword. Hearing the voice, he lifted his eyelids. “How is he?”

Ma Wenfeng said, “Young Master Jiang’s illness is indeed a case of congenital deficiency and cold energy.” He paused, then continued, “But, as I took his pulse, I sensed something amiss. I have a theory, but I must verify it before I can tell you, Master.”

Han Jiangmu sheathed his sword and looked him straight in the eye. “I want to hear it.”

“…” Ma Wenfeng whispered, “I suspect Young Master Jiang has been poisoned.”

Han Jiangmu fell silent.

Ma Wenfeng added, “Master, I cannot be certain yet. If it is poison, it is one I have never heard of—likely a rare poison found only once in a lifetime. If that’s the case, we cannot treat his condition as a purely cold-based illness.”

Han Jiangmu’s tone was cold. “Be careful.” Ma Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had permission to proceed with his tests.

After discussing the illness, Ma Wenfeng moved to official business. “Master, Zhu Yuchun has arrived in Jiangzhou, not far from here. Should we go and regroup with him?”

Han Jiangmu rejected the proposal. Compared to official business, he had something more important to do. Ma Wenfeng didn’t push. Though his master was the legitimate son of the former Empress, he was loathed by the current Emperor. Being able to gather so many troops using the Empress’s old subordinates was no easy feat. In this situation, they indeed should stay low and wait for the dust to settle before reaping the fruits of victory.

Thinking this, Ma Wenfeng was no longer in a hurry.

That evening, Jiang Chaoyun had Bixin lock the door and instructed her not to let anyone in.

Bixin asked, “Not even Guard Han?”

Jiang Chaoyun let out a cold sneer. “If he comes, drive him away!”

“But… I don’t dare,” Bixin whispered.

Jiang Chaoyun: “…” He looked at her in frustration. “What is there to be afraid of! You need to show the authority of a head maid. He is just a guard!”

“Uh, Young Master, I know I’m a head maid, but Guard Han doesn’t look like the type to give me that kind of ‘face.'”

Jiang Chaoyun’s heart went cold. “Forget it, I’ll do it myself.”

Not long after, Han Jiangmu arrived as expected. Jiang Chaoyun told him, “Just guard for today, you don’t need to come back after this.”

Han Jiangmu looked at him and asked, “Is Young Master dissatisfied with me?”

Dissatisfied? He was nearly dead from anger because of Han Jiangmu! Jiang Chaoyun tried to roll his eyes, but since he rarely did so, it wasn’t very successful and looked more like an eyelid twitch.

Han Jiangmu actually asked, “Does Young Master have a cramp in his eyelid?”

Jiang Chaoyun: “…” So angry!

He shouted, “Mind your own business! You need to realize your position. I am your employer, and you are just a guard!”

Han Jiangmu gave an “Oh.”

Jiang Chaoyun glared at him. “Oh? Did you actually listen?!” His angry voice sounded too delicate, making Han Jiangmu’s ears itch slightly.

Han Jiangmu said nonchalantly, “I listened. So?”

“You know to call me Young Master, yet you dare be so rude. You are simply… simply a boor!”

Han Jiangmu reminded him, “Young Master, I attended a private school.”

“So what if you did? Even so, you’re just a boor who knows a few characters!” Jiang Chaoyun said heart-wrenchingly. “And having attended school yet knowing nothing of propriety or shame—no wonder you can only be a guard! You are beyond saving!”

Han Jiangmu said, “Is Young Master saying all this because you’re still bothered by me asking if you can get it up yesterday?”

Jiang Chaoyun: “…” He roared, “Rude boor! Get out!!”

“Young Master, I must keep watch.” Han Jiangmu saw that he was truly agitated—his pale lips had turned a deep, blood-red, and a flush had risen on his porcelain face. Paired with his refined, soft features, it created a vivid, striking beauty. Han Jiangmu’s eyes flickered, and his tone softened. He whispered, “Do not be angry, Young Master. It was my transgression.”

Seeing him lower his head, Jiang Chaoyun’s anger dissipated slightly. He is a future Emperor, after all—he must be proud, yet he’s apologizing… He couldn’t stay angry, but he still kept a fierce face. “You know you were wrong?”

“It was my fault,” Han Jiangmu said in a deep voice.

So direct? Jiang Chaoyun didn’t know what to say. The ferocity on his face deflated into a bluff. “Then go stand in the corner and reflect on your actions. Just for today—don’t come back tomorrow!”

Han Jiangmu didn’t obey. Instead, he stared straight into Jiang Chaoyun’s eyes, the corners of his lips tilting slightly. His voice was a bit husky. “Young Master, Madam ordered me to keep watch. I’m afraid you don’t have the final say.”

Jiang Chaoyun angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “I’ll go talk to my mother tomorrow and make it clear. Anyone can keep watch, but never you, you boor!”

Han Jiangmu caught the pillow, his eyes darkening. He stood up, strode to the bedside, and leaned over Jiang Chaoyun, one hand propped on the bed. Jiang Chaoyun, shrouded in Han Jiangmu’s shadow, snapped his mouth shut. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and his voice turned tense as he stammered, “W-what are you doing?”

The pressure from Han Jiangmu’s pitch-black eyes was too strong; they shot out an icy, sharp light that most people couldn’t endure. Jiang Chaoyun, being quite timid, quickly looked away as soon as their gazes met.

Han Jiangmu watched Jiang Chaoyun, whose aura had instantly weakened. Unmoved, he said in a low voice, “Young Master, except for me, no other man is allowed to enter your ‘boudoir’ (gui fang).”

Jiang Chaoyun: “…” He swallowed and whispered, “…A ‘boudoir’ is a room for a lady. Mine is not called that.”

Han Jiangmu stared at him intensely, a smirk playing on his lips. “Young Master is to be a refined and virtuous young man (shu nan); what is the problem with calling it a boudoir?”

Jiang Chaoyun: “…”