Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 15
Chapter 15
The madam was downstairs attracting customers. Jiang Yao swaggered in through the door. She tossed the madam a piece of silver, “For a day with Song Muyun.”
Seeing her, the madam’s lips twitched slightly. After a moment, she smiled softly and declined, “Muyun won’t be seeing any guests today. Miss Jiang might be disappointed.”
She wasn’t evil by nature. Yesterday, Song Muyun had been tormented until late at night, and now she couldn’t even get out of bed. Only someone heartless could ask Song Muyun to continue entertaining guests, right?
It’s better to let her rest. Don’t let these noble ladies cause her death. She’s also a person with a tragic fate.
Jiang Yao sensed that something was wrong. When she saw the compassionate look in the madam’s eyes, she felt it was even more unusual. Frowning, she asked, “What happened to Song Muyun?”
The madam sighed, “Miss Jiang, to tell you the truth, Muyun was injured yesterday. She can’t see any guests today. Please forgive her and let her rest.”
Even if the seventh prince came, she would say the same thing. The difference was that the seventh prince never listened to those words and did something behind her back that she couldn’t resist.
The madam was thinking about this when Jiang Yao’s tone became insistent: “How is she injured? No, I must see her today!”
The madam felt suffocated. What’s wrong with Song Muyun? Everyone who approached her seemed to disregard her condition?
Although Jiang Yao never mistreated Song Muyun, in her eyes, Jiang Yao was a privileged lady who wouldn’t tolerate any suffering. Even though an injury might be a hindrance, those with a bit of ruthlessness wouldn’t care about her condition.
She tried to dissuade Jiang Yao, but Jiang Yao had already grabbed her whip: “Where is Song Muyun’s room? Take me there.”
The madam hesitated, knowing that it was imperative that Jiang Yao see Song Muyun today. She reluctantly hoped that there wouldn’t be any casualties.
“Very well, I’ll have someone accompany you, but Muyun’s injuries are quite serious. I hope Miss will be understanding.”
Jiang Yao didn’t know the extent of Song Muyun’s injuries. She was worried and concerned. Without acknowledging the lady, she followed the woman into Song Muyun’s room.
The woman was the Yan Jin.
Yan Jin saw Jiang Yao in a new white outfit, the black belt accentuating her slim waist. She looked sharp and determined. Surprise flashed in her eyes. “Miss Jiang?”
The madam now had a headache every time she saw Jiang Yao. She prayed that the seventh prince wouldn’t come back.
No matter how notorious Jiang Yao was, she would never lay a hand on Song Muyun. But if the Seventh Prince…
Song Muyun would be in trouble.
“Miss Jiang wishes to see Muyun. Take her to Muyun’s room,” she instructed Yan Jin.
It looked like Song Muyun was indeed seriously injured. Jiang Yao’s face turned cold. She refused to believe that it was a minor injury; it must be something that wretched boy Murong Qing did! He bullied her when she wasn’t around.
Jiang Yao felt her breathing get heavier. She wanted to rush into the palace and grab Murong Qing for a good beating.
How shameless. If someone doesn’t like you, they just don’t. Yet, this shameless person dared to bully someone!
Yan Jin led Jiang Yao to a small wooden door at the edge of Moonrise Lane. The door looked dusty, with red and black stains. It seemed to have been used for a long time. It made a creaking sound when pushed, and inside there was no tiled floor, just hard earth. The room was so cramped that there was barely room for a wooden bed and a small, faded dressing table. In the midst of the extravagance of Moonrise Lane, it was hard to imagine such a shabby place.
On the bed not far away, someone in a snow-white robe was lying, his face pale and emaciated.
Jiang Yao felt a sudden pain in her heart. Clutching her whip, she addressed Murong Qing, “He’s asking for trouble! He better not come today, I’ll beat that idiot!”
The sound of the door seemed to startle the person on the bed, who was half asleep with his eyes closed. They slowly opened their eyes, showing a hint of confusion, not focusing on the person entering, but simply saying, “Madam said I don’t need to see any guests today.
Yesterday, her injury had made it difficult for her to walk. Madam had seen her suffering and advised her to rest today.
Yan Jin stopped and unconsciously looked at Jiang Yao behind her.
Seeing that Jiang Yao wasn’t upset, only showing subtle signs of concern, she finally felt relieved. She sweetly said to Song Muyun, “Aren’t you going to turn around and see who has come? Are you really not going to look?”
Song Muyun was startled and turned her head to see a woman dressed in white, her long hair neatly tied in a ponytail. Her heart skipped a beat, “Miss Jiang, why are you here?”
She tried to sit up but flinched and became even more pale, obviously aggravating her injury. Seeing her suffering, Jiang Yao furrowed her brow and scolded her, “What are you doing? If you’re in pain, just lie down. I can talk to you while you’re lying down.”
Song Muyun blushed with embarrassment as she felt some warmth from the pressure, which wasn’t too strong, but still too much for her to resist. Despite her visible pain, her heart was racing with joy at Jiang Yao’s arrival.
“Miss Jiang, why have you come?” she asked. Jiang Yao couldn’t see her injury from the surface and felt a little anxious. She wished she could rip off her clothes to see the extent of her injuries, but she was afraid of scaring the sheltered girl who hadn’t seen such scenes.
Jiang Yao’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Yan Jin had quietly left long ago. She examined Song Muyun carefully and asked, “I came to see you. The lady said you were injured?”
Song Muyun pursed her lips and said softly, “It’s just a small injury. You didn’t need to come today. Mum promised me that I wouldn’t see any guests today, and the Seventh Prince won’t be coming.”
She thought that Jiang Yao pitied her for being tormented by the Seventh Prince, hence her sympathy. As long as the Seventh Prince didn’t come, she wouldn’t come either.
However, Jiang Yao’s narrow eyebrows were furrowed, her gaze was fixed on Song Muyun’s chest, and she could hear the gnashing of teeth in her tone, “You’re bleeding, and you call it a minor injury! Murong Qing better not show up today. Otherwise, I’ll beat him to death, that scoundrel!”
Song Muyun looked up at her. Seeing Jiang Yao’s face filled with genuine concern and the same anger towards the Seventh Prince, the pain from her torn wound seemed to disappear…
Author’s note:
Author sheds a tear: Poor thing, let your sister Yao take care of you quickly.