Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 24
Chapter 24
“Jiang Yao, may I call you that?” Murong Ci asked, his voice somewhat gentle.
Murong Qing narrowed his eyes, wondering if Murong Ci also wanted the Jiang family’s support.
No way, even if he couldn’t get it, he wouldn’t let Murong Ci have it! Murong Ci was the legitimate son of the Empress, having a qualification he lacked. He couldn’t afford to get support from Jiang Heng.
Jiang Yao was still thinking about Song Muyun, looking somewhat cold and indifferent. “Hmm, you can call me whatever you want. Your Highness, if you have any questions, ask them quickly.”
She wanted to leave after asking to go see the little fairy.
Murong Ci saw her getting straight to the point, so he asked a few questions he didn’t understand. Jiang Yao furrowed her brows as she listened. “Didn’t Your Highness shoot well today? How come you still don’t understand these things?”
Murong Ci shook his head helplessly. “I missed the target several times.”
Jiang Yao hadn’t paid attention, only seeing him occasionally shoot a few arrows. Although they didn’t hit the bullseye, they weren’t too far off. For these several scholarly princes, it was already quite good.
“Archery is like studying, the more you practice, the better you get. Your Highness, practice more in the coming days, and you’ll improve.”
“Thank you for your kind words. But… could you come and teach me? I’m afraid I’ll be clueless practicing alone.”
Here it comes! Murong Qing shook, quickly straightening up. “Then, please teach me as well. I’m also very bad at practicing. Miss Jiang, I’d trouble you.”
Jiang Yao: …
Jiang Yao was about to refuse when she immediately heard Murong Ci’s crisp voice, “I obtained a sweat-blooded ( a horse species) horse a few days ago. I heard you like horse riding? I’ll give it to you.”
Jiang Yao: The legitimate son of the Empress is giving away a sweat-blooded horse? That’s a bit tempting.
She couldn’t help but glance at Murong Qing.
Murong Qing: …
Struggling to speak, “Recently, I also got a translucent crystal agate bracelet. I can give it to Miss Jiang.”
A crystal agate bracelet? That’s quite a rare item.
Jiang Yao nodded reservedly. Teaching one person or two was the same to her. Teaching two, what’s wrong with that? She could earn more this way.
“Ahem, Seventh and Eighth Princes are too polite. Then, Jiang Yao will humbly obey.”
Jiang Yao smiled, looking very pleased. Murong Ci knew he had hit the mark with her, said nothing more, and gestured toward the dishes on the table. “You’ve been working hard these days. Have some food.”
Jiang Yao casually dealt with some matters and then took her leave.
After achieving his goal, Murong Ci didn’t insist on her staying, seeing her off instead.
Murong Qing also stood up afterward. “Eighth brother, there are matters in the Imperial Brother’s residence that need attention. I’ll take my leave first.”
Although they weren’t crowned princes, they each had a prince’s residence outside the palace. It was unclear what the Emperor thought as they weren’t granted titles or land but were given residences.
Murong Ci smiled as he watched Murong Qing leave. He nearly laughed himself to the ground once alone, the injuries he inflicted on himself were truly amusing, pleasing him immensely.
He didn’t know which capable warrior dared to kidnap the current Seventh Prince and throw him into a small alley.
Jiang Yao left Drunken Fragrance Tower and walked back to Yue Shang Fang, buying a pack of freshly baked pastries on the way.
Women loved sweets, and Song Muyun also liked them a bit. Buying her some would help satisfy her cravings when she had free time.
Inside Yue Shang Fang, Song Muyun obediently waited in the private room Jiang Yao had booked, leaning on her hand and looking out at the bustling streets, just to catch a glimpse of Jiang Yao when she returned.
Finally, that fiery figure appeared in her sight. Song Muyun’s eyes lit up. She didn’t shout loudly but hurried to the stairs as if she couldn’t wait for Jiang Yao to arrive.
The first floor was brightly lit, many wealthy men were holding onto women, and the air was filled with a decadent atmosphere.
Song Muyun frowned and thought of going back. Ever since she met Jiang Yao, she had been well protected and hadn’t experienced such situations.
Forget it. Jiang Yao was coming up; she wanted to meet her.
Jiang Yao, being a martial artist, was impatient and walked fast. In a moment, she appeared downstairs and looked up, gazing at Song Muyun from a distance.
Suddenly, she broke into a big smile, rushed upstairs, and naturally grabbed Song Muyun’s hand. “What are you doing here? Waiting for me?”
Song Muyun was pulled in by her, walking inside softly. “Hmm, I saw you coming from the window.”
The sky was getting dark, and she was actually a little worried that Jiang Yao wouldn’t come.
But she did come.
It was this late, yet she still came to see me. Song Muyun felt an unusual sense of satisfaction in her heart.
“I was delayed a bit by the Eighth Prince and Murong Qing today, so I came back late. I brought some pastries as an apology. Want to try?” Jiang Yao handed over the still warm pastries. Song Muyun’s gaze fell on the oiled paper package, brimming with a smile. “Were these specially bought for me, from Baiyu Fang?”
“Yes, try them.”
The two entered the room, and Song Muyun gently unwrapped the oiled paper. Inside were delicately made desserts emitting a delightful fragrance. Her eyes brightened. “It’s mung bean cake!”
The girl loved mung bean cake, and Jiang Yao noticed. She reached out to touch Song Muyun’s fluffy hair, coaxing her, “Try it and see if it’s good. If it is, I’ll bring you more next time.”
She was very gentle, a kind of gentleness that, from what she saw, was only directed towards her.
Song Muyun’s beautiful eyes sparkled with tiny stars. Thinking of her attitude toward others and toward herself, she felt inexplicably delighted.
With a curve at the corner of her mouth, she nodded. “Hmm!”
Jiang Yao sat in her favorite rocking chair again, leaning back and watching the lively scene outside.
Song Muyun hesitated for a while and then sat next to Jiang Yao with the pastries in her hand.
Just like in the morning.
Jiang Yao naturally made some room for her, put her arm around the slender waist beside her, and asked, “Is it good?”
She asked.
Song Muyun had already taken a bite of the pastry, her cheeks bulging, making her look like a cute little hamster. Carefully swallowing,
she said, “It’s delicious, very delicious. Thank you.”
She said thank you again.
Jiang Yao shook her head, took Song Muyun’s wrist, closed her eyes, and lay back in the rocking chair. “Between us, there’s no need for thanks.”
They were already very close.
Song Muyun leaned against her, feeling a surge of joy in her heart at Jiang Yao’s words. They were so familiar now, she regarded Jiang Yao as one of her own…
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Someone would treat her so well, not because of blood ties or family, but simply because of her as a person.
As night fell, Jiang Yao had to leave again. Seeing the pitch-dark outside, for some reason, she felt a bit lazy to move.
But if she stayed out without informing her father, she’d be in trouble when she returned tomorrow.
Sigh.
Jiang Yao endured her laziness, stood up with her tired body, and told Song Muyun, “In the coming days, I might have to teach the Eighth and Seventh Princes archery. If you’re free, come by. You’ve waited for me a lot. If someone bullies you while I’m away, you don’t have to endure. Just use my name to scare them, and I’ll help you settle the score when I’m back.”
She always spoke so sweetly to the beauty. Each sentence sounded like favoritism and indulgence. Blushing, Song Muyun nodded and gently held Jiang Yao’s hand, telling her not to tire herself.
Jiang Yao finally understood why those rich men were so fond of women. Warm, fragrant, and soft, indeed, it was enticing.
Author’s Note:
It’s a bit late. When I was playing a game, I met a girl who thought I played very well and invited me to her team! Hehe, I kept praising her, sounding a bit too carried away, and played for a long time. I’ll definitely be on time tomorrow.