Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Jiang Yao hadn’t expected Song Muyun to find herself in this situation. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The first time she saw her, she was elegant from head to toe. Although her clothes and accessories were simple, they were of considerable value. She was the girl who was raised in the palm of her family’s hand; she wasn’t supposed to live like this.
Why was Murong Qing able to take Song Muyun out of the Moon Pavilion in her dreams?
She wondered if there was a way to bring Song Muyun to the Jiang Mansion just like in her dream.
At least it would be better than this. With her there, she could protect her.
Without any fine cloth to bandage the wound, Jiang Yao asked someone to buy some. She first sprinkled medicinal powder on Song Muyun’s wound to stop the bleeding and waited for the cloth to arrive to bandage it properly.
Both were medicinal powders, but the one in Jiang Yao’s hands was obviously better. As soon as she applied it, Song Muyun felt the pain diminish. It felt somewhat cool, giving her body, which had suffered so much, a rare moment of relief.
Song Muyun lifted her eyes, filled with an unfading tenderness as she looked at Jiang Yao.
A fleeting tenderness flickered in Jiang Yao’s heart as she touched the soft black hair of the fairy-like figure beside her. Song Muyun seemed so shy, even though they were both women. Every slight touch from Jiang Yao made her blush.
Truly adorable.
“If I could take you away, would you be willing to come to the Jiang residence?” Jiang Yao asked softly, lowering her head towards her.
Song Muyun was taken aback, her expression somewhat uncertain. “Me, go to the Jiang residence? I can’t. I am the daughter of a criminal minister. Going to the Jiang residence would bring trouble upon you.”
She lowered her head again, a hint of despair surrounding her as she mentioned being the daughter of a criminal minister.
Jiang Yao touched her neck and ears. Maybe it was because she had seen other people’s bodies, but today she couldn’t help herself.
“Don’t worry, I will take care of it. Don’t be afraid.”
She couldn’t leave her in the Moon Pavilion anymore. There would always be times when she couldn’t take care of Song Muyun, like last night.
Unless… she stayed at the Moon Pavilion as well.
Normally, Jiang Yao wasn’t very quick with ideas, but this thought made her feel surprisingly good. If she stayed at the Moon Pavilion, Murong Qing wouldn’t be able to sneak in and bully her way in.
With her head bowed, Song Muyun listened to Jiang Yao’s comforting words and felt a warm current flowing through her. Even if Murong Qing appeared now, she wouldn’t be afraid as long as Miss Jiang was there.
The little fairy’s lips curved into a faint smile, but she dared not raise her head for fear of being seen by others.
Her gaze shifted to the side and she noticed a yellow parchment package lying there. Song Muyun reached for it, but it had already lost its warmth.
“What is this?”
Jiang Yao also looked down and frowned when she realised it was the oil-paper package she had brought. “I almost forgot. You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? I brought you some buns, but they should be cold by now. I’ll have some porridge made and sent over.”
She got up to leave, but was stopped by Song Muyun.
Their hands, also snow-white, clasped each other. Song Muyun raised her head, a faint blush at the corners of her eyes and her pitch-black hair hanging loosely behind her head. She said, “This is unnecessary trouble. I want to eat the buns.”
Ah…
Jiang Yao hesitated a little. “But the buns are cold. It’s not good to eat cold food, is it?”
Song Muyun smiled faintly and shook his head. “It’s fine. I often eat cold food. Having something to eat is enough.”
Jiang Yao paused for a moment, her expression complex. Before she could reply, Song Muyun loosened her grip on Jiang Yao’s hand and picked up the oil-paper package. “It’s still a bit warm. Thank you, Miss Jiang.”
The little fairy seemed easily satisfied. As long as someone treated her a little better, she’d be very happy.
This made Jiang Yao’s heart soften even more.
Jiang Yao sat back on the edge of the bed and watched Song Muyun nibble on the bun.
There were two buns, one with meat filling and the other vegetarian. She ate the meat bun first.
The smell of meat immediately filled the small room.
Jiang Yao sat on the side, resting her chin and watching her eat. Even the act of a beautiful person eating was pleasant to watch. With such beauty, was Murong Qing worthy of her?
He seemed quite confident.
The scorching gaze landed on her, but Song Muyun dared not raise her head. She ate her buns delicately, and after she finished both of them, her complexion seemed to regain a bit of colour. Seeing this, Jiang Yao finally relaxed a bit.
“It’s still early. You have injuries. How about you rest for a little while longer?”
Song Muyun shook his head gently. “I’ll stay with you.”
How could she let the guest sleep alone with a guest here?
Jiang Yao reached out and lightly stroked the dark circles under Song Muyun’s eyes, then landed on her snow-white, uncovered shoulder. There were a few whip marks that had left red scars, a sight that pierced the heart.
With warm hands on her shoulders, skin touching skin, Song Muyun’s eyes widened slightly, rigid and unmoving, her white earlobes unresponsive, faintly tinged with a visible blush. Imperceptibly, she raised her shoulder and brushed against Jiang Yao’s palm.
Jiang Yao hesitated for a moment, then cleared her throat softly. “Um, considering your injuries, I have hands and feet to take care of it myself. Why don’t you lie down and rest for a while?”
On the way here, she had heard from a woman named Yan Jin that Murong Qing had only left at midnight yesterday and arrived early today. Song Muyun probably didn’t get a good night’s sleep, so she must be exhausted.
But even though the other person looked at her with a stunningly beautiful face, she insisted she wasn’t tired. Obviously, she wanted to keep her company.
Feeling a bit helpless, Jiang Yao reached up and smoothed Song Muyun’s hair, then suddenly asked, “But if I feel sleepy and want you to accompany me for a while, would that be all right?”
Song Muyun’s eyes hesitated for a moment. Then, with a slight nod, she seemed a bit nervous the next moment, her pure white fingers clutching the edge of the blanket. “Sleep here? It’s too small. I’m afraid you won’t be able to sleep comfortably.”
This small wooden bed was fine for one person, but it would be a bit cramped for two.
“It’s all right. Just a nap, a little squeeze won’t hurt.”
As she spoke, Jiang Yao took off her outer garment, leaned forward to wrap around Song Muyun, and took an undergarment from behind her. “Would you like to sleep with or without this?”
Song Muyun’s eyes widened again, and she hastily took the garment and covered herself, whispering, “I’ll wear it. I’m used to wearing it when I sleep.”
When one slept alone, one could sleep as one wished, but when Miss Jiang was present, one naturally had to follow certain customs.
“Alright, then wear it.”
Jiang Yao handed her the robe. Song Muyun held the soft fabric, nodded and put it on, then looked up at Jiang Yao, unsure how to sleep.
She seemed more natural than Jiang Yao’s concern. Directly lifting the slightly thin quilt, she slid inside and gently pressed down Song Muyun’s body, prompting her not to sit halfway, and lay beside her in the not-so-warm quilt.
Song Muyun didn’t resist or hesitate, naturally submitting to her. Her soft body next to Jiang Yao’s was cold due to the thin fabric.
Jiang Yao cuddled closer, her palm landing on the softest part of the girl’s waist and abdomen. In a soft and gentle voice, she said, “Are you cold? Let me warm you up.”
This blanket was thin enough. Even her servants slept in thicker ones. Song Muyun was a delicate woman. Wouldn’t she catch a cold like this?
Song Muyun turned her head to look at Jiang Yao, a hint of confusion in her eyes, and asked innocently, “How do you keep someone warm?”
Jiang Yao immediately demonstrated, her hand, which had been on her waist at first, gradually moving backwards, making Song Muyun suddenly realise something and become a little nervous. She gathered herself into Jiang Yao’s arms, then rested her chin on her shoulder and looked at her with confused eyes, “Is this how you warm someone up? As a martial artist, you are strong and warm. I won’t feel cold in your arms.”
Song Muyun’s eyelashes fluttered slightly like a fan. She didn’t dare to look at Jiang Yao and felt chaotic inside. This was very inappropriate. She was a woman from the Pleasure Pavilion. How could she sleep in Miss Jiang’s arms?
But… it was really warm, and she didn’t feel cold at all.
Author’s note:
Today’s chapter is a little longer than yesterday’s.