CHAPTER 77
Are My, Xiao Chen’s, Woman.
(Translated by: RenRen, Edited by: Yzrahc`dryzzle, Proofread by: Strix)
“Xiao Chen, I want to drink water.”
“Xiao Chen, I want to eat grapes.”
“Xiao Chen, I’m hungry……”
“Xiao Chen……”
Xing Yi and Xing Er, these two people, stood outside the study room, their faces were black. Their feelings were in chaos listening to the orders that came from inside the room. They didn’t dare to imagine how their family’s master would look like slaving for the Huang Fei. In order to be more convenient in serving Jing Yue, Xiao Chen even permitted Jing Yue to enter the study room which no one had ever been allowed to enter before.
“Ei (sigh), really comfortable.” Jing Yue lifted her shapeless bundle of a hand, feeling very, very contented. Seeing Xiao Chen bearing the works without any complaint, her mood became really good ah.
Just as Jing Yue was being complacent, Xiao Chen suddenly raised his head from behind a pile of documents and leaned his head forward to stare at Jing Yue before calling, “Jing Yue.”
“En.” Jing Yue answered, the corners of her mouth were bent upwards.
“The eldest princess sent an invitation, inviting you to join the poem gathering in her residence.” Xiao Chen said softly before taking a red invitation card from the table, putting it in front of Jing Yue.
“What!?” Jing Yue’s eyes suddenly widened. She sat up, took the invitation with her left hand and started to read.
‘Joining the poem gathering in the eldest princess’ residence?’
‘What kind of ghost thing poem gathering is?’
‘Why are they inviting her?’
Jing Yue suddenly felt like crying but she had no tears. She blinked her eyes and stared at Xiao Chen, speaking in misery, “I’m a wounded person, can I not go?”
Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows and indifferently said, “No.” He narrowed his eyes and continued his words, “You are the future Ninth Huang Fei, the Eldest Princess has personally issued an invitation so she can meet you, so as the Ninth Huang Fei you have to go to show your etiquette. This is about the wangfu’s face, you have to go.”
“How about…… we discuss this for a bit?” Jing Yue asked cautiously.
“No.” Xiao Chen said decisively. Jing Yue wailed in grief and lay on the couch before she finally shouted, “I won’t marry!”
“Jing Yue!” Xiao Chen’s expression suddenly changed, he pressed Jing Yue’s shoulders down with all his might. The brewing anger in his eyes made Jing Yue tremble. Looking extremely pitiful, she stared at Xiao Chen and said, “Can’t I even joke around?”
“No!” Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes while staring at Jing Yue, saying, “The next time you dare to say these kind of words again, BenWang will cut your tongue off.”
“Don’t!” Jing Yue suddenly shrieked. She promptly covered her mouth and watched Xiao Chen in fright.
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Xiao Chen slowly loosened the hands which had been pressuring Jing Yue’s shoulder before he stood up. He stared at the scenery outside the window and dully said, “The Eldest Princess treated me very well when I was a child. This time, I want you go and meet her because I also want her to witness that you, Jing Yue, are my, Xiao Chen’s, woman.” [EDN: ohh]
Jing Yue’s mind went blank. She stared at Xiao Chen’s back and slowly hung her head down.
“Fine. I know.” Jing Yue sulkily said. She turned her body over and rolled to the inner part of the couch. Xiao Chen looked back, the corners of his mouth were hooked upwards when he saw Jing Yue behaving this adorably. He walked forward and slowly lowered his body, dropping a gentle kiss on Jing Yue’s cheek.
“Tomorrow, I’ll assign someone to send you there.” Xiao Chen’s lips met Jing Yue’s little ear when he spoke.
“En……” Jing Yue gave a short muffled answer, her whole body was rigid. Only after she felt Xiao Chen’s breath slowly leaving herself did she finally loosen her breath. Jing Yue raised her hand to touch her ear only to find it frighteningly hot. With blushing cheeks, she buried her whole face in the quilt.
The next day when it was time for Jing Yue to change her wound’s dressing, she found that her wound wasn’t as painful as it was two days before. She blinked her eyes and stared at Xiao Chen in amazement before saying, “What kind of medicine was this ah? It feels really amazing.”