Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Jiang Yao looked into her eyes, where faint anticipation shimmered like stars. What was she expecting?
In the bustling Flower Street, one stood like a blazing fire while the other exuded elegance and grace, facing each other. Jiang Yao inexplicably reached out and lightly touched the corner of Song Muyun’s eye.
Strange emotions surged within her. After a while, she lowered her head, sounding a bit embarrassed, her voice softer by two degrees, “Hmm, I do feel a bit sorry for you.”
With her head down, Song Muyun missed the moment Jiang Yao admitted her feelings. Her eyes had squinted in happiness, and her lips involuntarily lifted. After a moment, she retracted her expression, turning her head to the side. The lantern’s handle was long, and she held it, gazing at the exquisitely beautiful lantern. She spoke softly, “Thank you for the lantern; it’s beautiful. I really like it.” Her words carried a gentle smile.
The girl who was upset and almost crying a moment ago was now inexplicably happy, all because Jiang Yao said she felt sorry.
Jiang Yao guessed that something had happened in the Song family. After enduring such suffering for so long without anyone feeling sorry for her, this small gesture might have meant a lot to her.
A faint feeling of pity emerged in Jiang Yao’s heart. With one hand holding the lantern and the other held by Jiang Yao, she could feel her heartbeat pounding like a drumbeat in her ears. The night wind swept through the woman’s temples, lifting two strands of greenish hair, lightly brushing against her flawless face.
Suddenly, Jiang Yao moved closer, encircling Song Muyun’s waist, pulling her into an embrace, resting one hand on her fluffy hair bun, and coaxed softly, “From now on, I’ll always feel sorry for you, and I’ll always be by your side.”
Until I pick a good husband for you and marry you off to him, until someone else protects you for me.
Jiang Yao silently added this sentence in her heart.
Caught off guard by the sudden embrace, Song Muyun’s heart raced. Never had anyone promised to stay by her side forever, and few had ever felt sorry for her.
The Song family upheld strict values; both her father and mother were stern, making it impossible for such words to come from their mouths.
“Thank you for protecting me,” said the little fairy in a white dress, her emotions seemingly complex.
Jiang Yao couldn’t quite understand but chose not to dwell on it. She leaned over and gently wiped Song Muyun’s slightly damp cheeks, removing the traces of moisture. Though tears from a beautiful woman were enchanting, she hoped Song Muyun would be happy. This kind of exquisite person was particularly pitiful when crying; it was hard to watch.
Holding Song Muyun’s hand, Jiang Yao walked back, asking her as they strolled, “Why did you suddenly cry earlier?”
Song Muyun, belatedly realizing, blushed, “I, did I cry?”
She buried her head, seemingly unwilling to admit it.
Jiang Yao couldn’t see clearly but affirmed, “You did, and I even wiped your tears away! You scared me!”
Song Muyun blushed even more, her fingers entwining together. After all, she was still a young girl, feeling embarrassed to cry in front of others for the first time.
“I just feel that you’re too good to me. No one has ever been this kind to me before.”
Song Muyun lowered her head, and the darkness of the night concealed the blush on her face and the shyness in her eyes.
Even if she intended to hide it, there was a different flavor in her words that Jiang Yao could sense. The usually aloof beauty seemed to melt like snow and ice at this moment, carrying a sense of softness.
Jiang Yao’s heart softened. She tightened her grip on Song Muyun’s hand and comforted, “Don’t worry, besides me, there will be others who will treat you well in the future.”
She would find the absolute best man for Song Muyun, someone who would treat her well every day and make her happy.
Upon hearing this, Song Muyun’s smile gradually faded, and she fell silent.
It wasn’t until Jiang Yao escorted her to the gates of Moonlight Court and spoke to her in a gentle tone, “Rest well when you go back. I’ll come to see you tomorrow, okay?”
Even though she felt somewhat displeased by what Jiang Yao said earlier, Song Muyun wouldn’t show it. Jiang Yao treated her differently, and she cherished that. Jiang Yao was kind to her, and she didn’t want to show any coldness towards her. Suppressing her gloomy mood, Song Muyun nodded, showing concern, “Be careful on your way.”
Jiang Yao pushed her inside before turning away.
Standing at the door, Song Muyun watched Jiang Yao’s retreating figure. Unbeknownst even to herself, there was a tenderness in her eyes. As Jiang Yao’s figure grew smaller and eventually disappeared, Song Muyun lowered her head and prepared to return.
As she walked toward the backyard, a pair of silver-white boots appeared in front of her.
Song Muyun stood still, her expression not showing any surprise.
“So, did you ask Jiang Yao to save you? Unexpected, Song Muyun, you’ve become like this and still manage to involve others!” His words dripped with coldness.
Song Muyun performed a courtesy but remained silent. Unlike the gentle and courteous manner she displayed around Jiang Yao, she was always cold and indifferent in front of Murong Qing.
Murong Qing circled around Song Muyun, casting an uncomfortable gaze over her. His eyes were increasingly full of resentment and malice. He sneered, “Do you really think Jiang Yao likes you? She’s the kind to easily get bored. Right now, she finds you fresh, that’s why she’s protecting you. But when she gets tired of you, she’ll toss you away like an old dress. Then what will you do?”
Murong Qing whispered into Song Muyun’s ear, a sinister curve on his lips.
Song Muyun found it nauseating. Her expression grew colder, refusing to even look at Murong Qing. “This is between Jiang Yao and me; there’s no need for Seventh Prince to bother.”
“Jiang Yao? You’re quite close, huh? Has she even touched you?”
Murong Qing, raised in the royal family and exposed to numerous intrigues, always leaned toward the darkest thoughts. If it weren’t for Jiang Yao’s interaction with Song Muyun, why would she protect Song Muyun against him? She must have been treated very well! The more he speculated, the angrier he became, wishing to immediately punish Jiang Yao, who dared to interfere with his affairs!
Song Muyun trembled inside, but she still refused to acknowledge him. “This has nothing to do with Seventh Prince.”
No denial…
Her actions, none of them indicated any relationship with Murong Qing! The more he thought about it, the more furious he became, wanting to lash out at Jiang Yao immediately!
“Song Muyun, I’ll make you regret your choices.”
His eyes were filled with cruelty. The more uncomfortable
he felt, the harsher his words became.
Murong Qing, relying on his status and being a man, expected that Song Muyun should have no standing beside Jiang Yao. He believed that he was the best choice for the fallen Song Muyun. Yet, he didn’t expect that she’d rather be gentle and considerate to Jiang Yao, never showing any insincerity to him!
He didn’t know where the problem lay, only thinking that once he became the crown prince and once the Jiang family fell, Song Muyun would realize how foolish her choices were.
She would come back begging, and he would make her beg.
Song Muyun paid no attention to his silent fury. She just performed a courtesy and said, “If the Seventh Prince has nothing else, then I’ll take my leave.”
Having said that, Song Muyun walked away, never turning back even once.
She could sense the dark gaze following her, so when she got back to her room, she hastily secured all the doors and windows, fearing that Murong Qing might barge in.
As for Murong Qing’s words… she didn’t believe a single word!
Jiang Yao wasn’t that kind of person. Murong Qing was just trying to slander Jiang Yao with his words—a despicable and disgusting act!
Song Muyun scolded Murong Qing in her mind, feeling tired. She got back to bed without even taking a bath, covering herself with the blanket, and drifted off into a deep sleep.
The night enshrouded the backyard of Moonlight Court. The young servants who didn’t need to entertain guests had already retired, leaving the place quiet.
“Murong Qing! You deceive, hurt, and cheat me. I’ll never forgive you in this lifetime!”
In the pitch-black dungeon, the woman was tied to a stake, covered in whip marks, screaming in despair.
She lifted her head, revealing a stunningly beautiful face filled with an unprecedented hatred. Was that… me?
In her sight, a flash of bright yellow clothing appeared. Looking up, it was Murong Qing dressed in imperial robes. His expression was increasingly ruthless, and his voice was cold, “Bring the whip.”
Song Muyun was startled awake from her dream, her heart pounding heavily. Her eyes widened unconsciously.
The damp and gloomy dungeon in her dream suffocated her, making it hard for her to breathe.
The desperation in her dream enveloped her heart, making her inexplicably hopeless.
But it was clear… she had never been to a dungeon, and Murong Qing couldn’t possibly be dressed in imperial robes!
The author’s comments:
“Yao Yao really doesn’t know how to talk. She’s bound to get punished by her wife sooner or later!”