Dragging My Legitimate Elder Sister into the Bed - Chapter 9

“The water of the vast sea flows into the river, and it is called ‘tide’… The water of the rivers and lakes returns to the vast sea, and it is called ‘Xi’…”

“Xi” is interpreted as “the surging water at dusk,” which is exactly “evening tide.”

There is also a poem that says, “Clouds shade the summer heat with beautiful scenery, yet they send light rain into the dusk.”

This person spoke elegantly, yet he had woven their destined connection, intertwined their affections, and thoroughly teased Su Xi with his words.

However, it was implicit and refined, not at all vulgar.

If Su Xi had not studied extensively from a young age and understood the meaning behind the words, she probably wouldn’t have caught the implication. For a moment, she remained silent.

Chen Cang watched the woman before him lower her head and stand quietly. Although she didn’t speak, the way her eyes moved told him she had definitely understood.

He secretly praised her in his heart. As expected of the Su family’s scholarly background. Even though Su Yihuan had been so absurd, the two daughters he left behind were clearly steeped in learning.

Looking at her now, the woman before him had a graceful figure, resilient like green bamboo. Simply standing there, she exuded a faint scholarly aura, like clear lake water flowing naturally. His heart grew even more delighted.

Su Xi remained silent for a while.

She didn’t mind that this person was teasing her with words.

Their marriage had been arranged before birth, so their names were deeply connected. However, the way this man kept staring at her — as if appraising an object that would soon belong to him — made her uncomfortable.

His brows and eyes were filled with satisfaction, which she found unpleasant.

Still, with their engagement in place, Su Xi didn’t want to say much.

Fortunately, seeing the beauty frown slightly, apparently displeased, Chen Cang promptly withdrew his gaze and softly said, “Forgive my rudeness.”

Su Xi silently shook her head, indicating it was fine.

Concubine He had already walked far away. Su Xi had no intention of flirting with him here, so she said, “This is Young Master Chen’s first time here, and it may be inconvenient. Let me show you around the mansion.”

Chen Cang naturally agreed. Seeing the beauty turn, he quickly followed.

Study Pavilion.

Su Qian leaned against a bookshelf, sitting cross-legged on the floor. A blue-covered book rested on her lap. She read ten lines at a glance, her fingers flipping pages rapidly.

Beside her, a neat stack of books of various sizes had already piled up to below her shoulder.

“— The love between man and woman, the grace between Qian and Kun, arises from the heart, like brewing wine… The more bitterly it is suppressed, the stronger and richer the love ferments… When it is finally spoken aloud, it is like fine wine that has matured. The moment the seal is broken, the rich fragrance assaults the nose, intoxicating, intoxicating… Wonderful! Truly wonderful!”

As expected, the Su family ancestors were truly filled with talented people.

The author of this thin booklet was a concubine-born son from the second branch of the seventh generation of the Su family. He had no interest in power struggles and only loved freedom. He traveled the world and witnessed countless loves and hatreds.

Infatuated men and resentful women, grudges between Qian and Kun, even Qian-Qian, Kun-Kun, father-daughter, and brothers — he had seen it all, and called them all brilliant.

Su Qian had been reading for a long time, until her shoulders felt sore. Unlike the classics of history and philosophy, these kinds of books had no annotations or later commentaries. The words were straightforward and simple, yet they formed their own system — intangible when touched, profound when read, leaving one unable to fully grasp them.

Even so, after several hours, Su Qian had still extracted scattered information: the so-called “red luan star moving,” the so-called “heavenly blessed ideal partner”…

“The person one likes… must be close, without reservations, without an ideal partner. Like fine wine that has fermented richly, when the seal is broken and drunk together, both will become intoxicated…”

Su Qian closed the book, leaned against the heavy wooden bookshelf, closed her eyes, and sank into deep thought.

Xixi has no one she likes. There is only her — the one her life is tied to.

As for an ideal partner…

The book says that obtaining one ideal partner leads to a splendid remaining life, the greatest fortune of one’s existence. But five matchmakers and six betrothal gifts, a beauty discarding her mirror, half a life of loneliness and suffering — that is nothing but a sinful fate.

An ideal partner must be judged by the outcome…

Clearly, her nominal father, Su Yihuan, that scum of a person, was her mother’s sinful fate.

From this perspective, Young Master Chen from the Chen family could not yet be considered Xixi’s ideal partner…

Her thoughts were in chaos. Light and shadow shifted in her shallow amber eyes.

Right at that moment, the side window was half-pushed open. Outside, the scenery was lush and green. A man and a woman were walking among the bushes.

Su Xi was gentle and courteous, her words calm. She knew when to advance and retreat, and how to read people’s expressions. Walking with her, Chen Cang only felt she was gentle and understanding, like bathing in a spring breeze. His heart couldn’t help but stir.

However, through the half-open window crack, Su Qian saw everything clearly.

Sister’s brows were light and indifferent. There was not a single ripple in her heart.

Xixi…

The person one likes must be close. Their thoughts must be in tacit understanding, their actions must align. Different yet sharing the same essence. Only when affection flows endlessly and they cherish each other can they be called an ideal partner.

Su Qian lifted her hand and placed the book on top of the stack. She moved her slightly numb legs, stood up, carried the pile of books to the shelf, and put them back one by one.

She and Xixi were naturally close. Everything she thought and did had been taught by Xixi. She and Xixi shared endless affection and cherished each other…

After returning the books, in the vast and boundless study pavilion, the young girl who had just reached adolescence spent half a day searching and finally found the true meaning here —

She is Xixi’s ideal partner. She should drink and get drunk together with Xixi.

Her sister, Su Xi, who shared the same mother and the same blood…

— Was destined to be hers from birth.

The so-called sea of books teaches endlessly. When one seeks the true meaning, in the darkness, the light of truth will descend.

Su Qian’s eyes focused slightly. Just as she was about to turn around, her lowered wrist rose again.

In the corner of the bookshelf, a thin little booklet covered in dust had a dark yellow cover. On the spine, two wild and unrestrained cursive characters jumped out.

“— Perfect Union.”

Su Qian’s gaze froze for a moment. She reached out, pulled out the booklet, and tucked it into her sleeve.

The wild wind slipped in through the window. The man’s noisy and attentive words drifted faintly to her ears from afar.

“Little Sister Xixi, your Su family’s study pavilion truly lives up to its reputation. It is as vast as the sea. No wonder Little Sister is so talented. I am truly impressed…”

The muggy wind carried his greedy words into the ears of the light-green-dressed girl among the bushes, making her frown.

In the depths of the study pavilion, the girl’s toes turned halfway. Finally, she no longer delayed and turned to leave. Her slender figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, Su Xi was rendered speechless by this person repeatedly calling her “Little Sister.” She missed the girl’s clear and quiet voice even more — the intimate way she called “Sister,” like a spiritual spring cleansing the ears.

“Young Master Chen is joking—” She was about to speak.

“— What nonsense is Brother Chen from the Chen family saying? Books teach people, but one must also be able to finish reading them. If they are truly as vast as the sea, people will shrink back in fear and can only put them on high shelves and worship them every day. Wouldn’t that turn them into shackles and restraints for people… Don’t you think so, Sister?”

Su Xi looked up toward the other side, where a girl was gracefully walking over, parting flowers and brushing willow branches. Two maids followed behind her, carrying flower baskets for her.

Scattered petals floated lightly, rising high in the wind and landing in front of the girl.

The scenery was as beautiful as a painting, yet Su Xi did not smile.

This “Sister” sounded even more complicated to her heart than the “Little Sister” from the other side.

Chen Cang, hearing this, was also stunned.

Although he had thought the same thing — even the reason the Su family had fallen into hardship was because this study pavilion was too difficult to move, forcing them to remain trapped in the capital and endure mockery.

But right now he was racking his brains to please the beauty. How could someone be so tactless and come to ruin the atmosphere?

Su Qian: I am Xixi’s ideal partner!

Su Xi (furious, slamming the table): This is the reading comprehension I taught you?!