Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 39
Chapter 39
In the backyard, many maidens resided, not solely belonging to Song Muyun. Amidst the bustling receptions, the entire back area was quiet enough to hear the rustle of fallen leaves.
Jiang Yao brought Jiang Ru in, skillfully reclining on a soft couch, unable to rise.
Having spent time with Song Muyun, Jiang Yao felt deeply exhausted. She needed a rest.
Seeing her elder sister laying on someone else’s bed without a word, Jiang Ru was startled. She hurried to grab her sister’s arm, attempting to pull her up and quietly reminding her, “Sister, Muyun hasn’t invited you to sit yet. Quickly, it’s impolite to behave like this.”
Jiang Ru was a girl who valued manners.
Jiang Yao didn’t want to get up. She looked at Song Muyun, who covered her mouth and chuckled, pulling Jiang Ru’s hand. “Ru’er, sit down too. She’s tired; let her lie down.”
She invited Jiang Ru to sit on a chair, intending for her to use their rocking chair. But Jiang Ru felt uneasy, sitting too formally, making the rocking chair uncomfortable.
Song Muyun wanted to sit elsewhere but was quickly pulled by Jiang Yao to the couch. Blushing, she pushed Jiang Yao, “Hey, what are you doing? Ru’er is here.”
“Just lying down. What’s wrong with Ru’er here?”
Song Muyun couldn’t argue, burying her face in Jiang Yao’s embrace, letting her hold her.
Jiang Ru found their intimacy rather unusual among women in the capital. They reminded her of the two sisters she saw in the hallway earlier.
Once Jiang Yao rested, she let Song Muyun get up. Both their clothes were slightly disheveled. Song Muyun tidied her hair in front of the dressing table and then asked, “Ru’er, do you know how to play chess?”
Since Jiang Yao brought Jiang Ru along to play, she couldn’t just focus on herself and Song Muyun. She wanted Jiang Ru to do something, so she suggested letting Jiang Yao entertain herself, as she wouldn’t mind.
Jiang Ru softly replied, “I know a little. Does Sister Muyun want to play chess with me?”
“Yes, just to pass the time.”
Song Muyun set up the chessboard on the table and urged Jiang Yao, “Sit beside us. I’m going to play chess with Ru’er.”
Jiang Yao:…
She genuinely asked, “If you two play chess, what do I do?”
Her eyes held a sincere plea, making it hard to ignore her.
Song Muyun hesitated, softened her tone, and pulled Jiang Yao’s sleeve, whispering, “How about you watch us from the side?”
Her words were soft, but they weren’t gentle at all!
What does she mean by watching them?
Is this reasonable?
Am I being excluded?
Jiang Yao was puzzled. Jiang Ru, standing up, gently said, “Sister, I can teach you chess.”
“Ah, forget it. I can’t learn these refined things. You two play. Oh, Song Muyun, don’t you have novels? Show me those instead of your historical texts and poetry.”
Jiang Yao turned away.
Song Muyun nodded and fetched her some novels. She bought them specifically to keep Jiang Yao entertained.
However, the novels seemed unappealing whenever she was with Song Muyun.
Although she said she wanted to read, she quickly lost interest after flipping through a few pages. She sat beside Song Muyun, observing these two refined women play chess.
Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Ru seemed relaxed, and Song Muyun placed a white piece on the board, admitting defeat with a smile, “I lost. Ru’er, you’re skillful.”
Jiang Ru was pleased but not prideful, thanking Song Muyun, “Thank you for going easy on me, Sister Muyun.”
She was also skilled in chess and could tell that Song Muyun deliberately played to please her, letting her win.
Winning indeed brought joy.
Song Muyun chuckled, shaking her head, “It’s because Ru’er played well.”
Both of them modestly insisted, leaving Jiang Yao utterly perplexed. Finally, she impatiently interrupted, “You both played well. Stop this back-and-forth. Do scholars always behave this way?”
Martial artists are different; strength is strength, winning is winning, losing is losing.
Song Muyun glared playfully at Jiang Yao, annoyed at her words but chose not to argue.
The game was over. Seeing Jiang Yao holding a book, Jiang Ru approached to read too. She loved reading since childhood and frequented bookstores even when she lived near the border.
Jiang Yao glanced at the book’s title page, “The Prince’s Love Story.” It seemed unappealing, and she wondered why Song Muyun chose it. She quickly skimmed a few pages, finding it uninteresting.
Most importantly, Jiang Ru was a girl who read serious books; she couldn’t corrupt her. Otherwise, her father’s disciplinary actions might fall upon her.
She had to decline politely, “Ah, this is a novel. Sister Muyun, do you have poetry collections? I’ll get those for you.”
Though she suggested, Jiang Ru’s eyes were already glued to the novel. “A novel? I haven’t read one before.”
Finishing her words, she lifted her round, sparkling eyes at Jiang Yao. “Sister, can I take a look?”
Jiang Yao:…
“But aren’t scholars more interested in refined literature?”
Jiang Yao was puzzled.
Softly, Song Muyun intervened, “Let her have a look. You’re always making me read novels.”
Jiang Yao nodded and got her a novel.
Jiang Yao affectionately rubbed Jiang Ru’s head, praising her, “Mm, so obedient.”
As they neared Hengwu Courtyard, Jiang Yao stopped and said, “We’re almost there. You should head back first. I have something to do. I’ll have Cui Zhu accompany you tonight since you’re afraid to sleep alone, okay?”
She comforted Jiang Ru.
Jiang Ru looked up at her, understanding, “Sister is going to find Sister Muyun, right?”
“Yes, that place is dangerous, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone.”
The young girl agreed. From what she saw, it wasn’t entirely safe for Sister Muyun to be alone as a woman.
“In that case, Sister, you should go quickly. I can go back by myself; don’t worry about me.”
Jiang Yao nodded, left the Jiang residence, but instead of heading straight to Yue Shangfang, she changed direction and stealthily went to the Meng residence.
Meng Lichu, who seemed to be leading astray the prime minister’s daughter, was sighing in the courtyard with two strikingly beautiful maids beside her. She occasionally reached out to touch them.
The maids blushed but didn’t evade her touch, seemingly accustomed to it.
Jiang Yao precisely found Meng Lichu’s courtyard, perched on the wall with a candy figure in her mouth, a taste preferred by young girls, including Song Muyun.
Meng Lichu, skilled in martial arts albeit not exceptional, was still touching the maids when she sensed a vague gaze.
Her hand froze on the maid’s chest, and the maid tried to stifle her breath, afraid of being heard by others.
Meng Lichu slowly raised her head and finally spotted the person standing on the wall.
Both her eyes stared curiously at Jiang Yao, who was licking the candy.
Meng Lichu was about to explode. This was the second time, the second time she’d been seen engaging with a woman, and it was by Jiang Yao! And all on the same day!
No longer interested, she trembled, withdrew her hand, and said, “You, you both can go.”
Envious, Yan Jin didn’t bother with more small talk. She took out two art books from her pillow and, with a flirtatious glance at Song Muyun, handed her the books. “Have a look first. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask me.”
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