Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 56
Chapter 56
After the incident yesterday, there weren’t many people daring enough to come hunting today. Jiang Yao was somewhat surprised to see Murong Qing, “Yo, Prince Seven, are you practicing archery in the woods?”
Day after day, he went at the same time, but hardly caught anything.
Murong Qing: ……
He really didn’t want to talk to Jiang Yao.
“Miss Jiang, mind your own business.”
Murong Qing’s expression wasn’t very pleasant towards her, even giving Song Muyun, who was in her arms, just a cold glance before riding away.
If it weren’t for knowing how crazy Murong Qing was in dreams, Jiang Yao might have thought he didn’t like Song Muyun anymore.
She looked down at the person in her arms, dressed in red, even choosing a somewhat red lipstick, very bright and eye-catching.
“Very beautiful.”
She suddenly sighed softly in the person’s ear.
Song Muyun’s cheeks immediately turned red.
The horse started to trot slowly, being held back. Song Muyun didn’t sit up straight, but relaxed her hold, leaning into Jiang Yao’s arms.
She leisurely strolled on her horse on one side, while on the other, someone hurriedly caught up, calling Jiang Yao. It was Meng Lichu, the deputy commander of the infantry. Jiang Yao had been to see her paintings.
Meng Lichu was also carrying a woman in her arms.
The difference was, the woman in her arms was tightly wrapped, impenetrable, while Meng Lichu’s companion was dressed thinly, even revealing half of a snowy shoulder, her face white from the cold, snuggling tightly into Meng Lichu’s arms as if it would warm her.
Jiang Yao didn’t speak. Meng Lichu first fondled the round chest of the woman in her arms, instructing her, “This is Miss Jiang of the Jiang family, won’t you greet her?”
The woman looked shyly at Jiang Yao before finally speaking, her voice hoarse as if from shouting too long, “Miss Jiang, greetings.”
Jiang Yao nodded slightly, “Mm.”
Then she looked down and hugged Song Muyun tighter.
For some reason, she felt Meng Lichu was quite frivolous.
Although Meng Lichu was somewhat reluctant to meet Jiang Yao, she didn’t expect Jiang Yao to bring someone to the hunting forest today, just like her, and both were women. Doesn’t this show Jiang Yao has the same interests as her?
If she could please her properly, maybe in the future she could invite Jiang Yao to join her. Jiang Yao is the daughter of the Prime Minister. Playing together, they can look after each other, ahem, mainly for Jiang Yao to look after her.
“Thirsty? Want to drink some water?”
They had just set out, and Jiang Yao was already looking after someone.
She took good care of her.
Song Muyun rubbed her fluffy collar and snuggled Jiang Yao’s chin, “We just came out, I’m not thirsty.”
Meng Lichu silently watched, then thought it was time to speak, smiling, “Is this the only daughter of Lord Song, Miss Muyun?”
Hearing her call Muyun, Jiang Yao couldn’t help frowning. Meng Lichu was frivolous and liked women; she must stay away from Muyun.
“You remember, last time at Yue Shangfang I also saw you with Miss Muyun.”
“She’s Miss Song.”
Jiang Yao softly reminded, Meng Lichu was startled, then quickly realized, “Right, Miss Song.”
“You came to see those paintings last time. Have you tried them with Miss Song?”
She thought Jiang Yao looked at those, so she must be interested in such affairs. Once one gets the idea, wouldn’t they want to try with someone?
She’s always closest to Song Muyun, inseparable, even willing to offend a prince for her. Surely she’s tasted her already?
Jiang Yao was bewildered, initially not realizing what Meng Lichu was talking about. When she realized what the paintings meant, her face instantly changed, “Are you sick?!”
With that, she whipped the horse a few times and galloped away, leaving Meng Lichu eating dust, still not understanding.
Damn, the conversation broke down, if they kept talking Muyun would know she saw those indecent paintings!
What if she misunderstands?
Her sincere friendship for her, heaven and earth as witness!
The horse suddenly sped up, scaring Song Muyun into a soft cry, collapsing in Jiang Yao’s arms. Instead of grabbing the horse’s mane, she grabbed Jiang Yao’s sleeve.
“Slow down, what was that about paintings?”
She remembered that lady, seemingly from Yue Shangfang, Yanyan’s guest.
She had seen those paintings at Yanyan’s, had Jiang Yao also seen them?
Then aren’t they… kindred spirits?
Song Muyun thought to herself.
Her cheeks flushed with shyness, already embarrassed.
Jiang Yao coughed lightly, trying to keep a straight face, “What paintings? Just some stories of scholars and beauties, you’ve seen them.”
She always took Song Muyun to see storybooks.
Song Muyun understood her very well, knowing she wasn’t telling the truth, she playfully said, “Really? I don’t believe it, how could storybooks of scholars and beauties be used by me?”
Jiang Yao stiffened, unable to say a word. Muyun was paying close attention.
She hugged her tightly, the cold wind like blades across her cheeks, her heart shattered. How could she say anything, she couldn’t utter a word, QAQ.
“Hold me tighter.”
Song Muyun brainwashed herself, Jiang Yao didn’t understand love and wouldn’t go further, so she had to take the initiative.
She must cast aside all propriety, shyness, and seduce her. She couldn’t just let her be with someone else.
She had to try.
“Oh, okay.”
Jiang Yao listened to her, doing whatever she asked. Being held tightly, Song Muyun felt a rare sense of security.
“Look, there’s a little rabbit eating grass.”
Shaking off Meng Lichu, they entered the woods. Jiang Yao stopped whipping the horse, leisurely strolling with Song Muyun, who heard her voice and instinctively drew an arrow, her gaze sharply fixed on the rabbit.
But the red-clothed fairy in her arms immediately stopped her hand, “Hey, don’t, it’s eating grass.”
Jiang Yao: ……
“I know it’s eating grass, so isn’t it perfect to shoot it now?”
Jiang Yao didn’t understand, this was the easiest opportunity.
But the fairy immediately became unhappy, “Why are you so heartless? It’s happily eating grass, why shoot it?”
……
“Aren’t you the one who wanted rabbit meat?”
Song Muyun softly looked at her, “I don’t want to eat it now, you’re not allowed to shoot it.”
She was spoiled by Jiang Yao, only acting coquettishly with her.
Jiang Yao understood, the fairy was being compassionate again.
Not wanting to upset her, she conceded, putting the arrow back, hands up, “Okay, okay, I won’t shoot it. Do you like rabbits?”
“Mm, they look very obedient.”
Hearing the word ‘obedient’, Jiang Yao reached out to rub Song Muyun’s fluffy head, coaxing, “You’re more obedient.”
Song Muyun turned her head, even her body turning, her voice soft, her eyes misty, asking her, “Am I obedient?”
“Mm.”
Getting a positive answer, she immediately smiled, looking delighted, and snuggled deeper into Jiang Yao’s arms, “I don’t really like rabbits, I just think it’s cute and obedient how it eats.”
The young girl looked tenderly at the rabbit, Jiang Yao didn’t drive the horse away, but stayed with her.
After a while, a soft voice came from her arms, “Jiang Yao, you also look cute when you eat.”
Jiang Yao: ???
She was somewhat shocked, looking down at her arms, then blushing, obviously thinking of her rough eating habits.
She had lived and eaten with frontier soldiers, learning bad habits. Although not too unsightly, it certainly wasn’t cute.
“Don’t deliberately tease me.”
Jiang Yao knew herself well whether she was cute eating or not, thinking Song Muyun was teasing her.
“Where am I teasing you? I’m telling the truth.”
Her voice was light and slow, gradually lowering her head, only showing her fair and beautiful side face and slender neck.
Love is blind, she finally understood.
Before, encountering someone like Jiang Yao, she would have found such eating habits rude and uncouth. But now, the more she saw, the cuter she found it.
And the more she liked it.
The rabbit, living in the wild, was foolishly unguarded, only hopping away after eating its fill in front of them.
Jiang Yao tightened the reins, driving the horse away, her cheeks still flushed. Previously, she had the thickest skin, but after meeting Muyun, she started to enjoy blushing and heartbeats, “How about I hunt a pheasant for you?”
“Mm, I’ll listen to you.”
She leaned on Jiang Yao, feeling the strong yet gentle body behind her.
Soon, they encountered a pheasant.
Actually a kind of wild chicken, it was rather ugly but small, and its meat was delicious and tender. It made for a very tasty soup.
Jiang Yao was about to raise her bow and arrow when she was stopped again. “Jiang Yao, look, it’s laying eggs!”
Jiang Yao: …
“Yes, it’s laying eggs. Shall we pick them up and eat them together?”
She suggested it.
Who would have thought that she would be glared at by the young girl again. The young girl, in disbelief, said, “How can you be so heartless? That’s its child!”
Jiang Yao: …
Expressionless, “Oh, so we…”
The girl whispered, leaning close to her ear, “Let’s go, don’t disturb it giving birth, make less noise.”
Jiang Yao: Oh, my girl’s useless kindness.
“Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you, I’ll do as you say.”
Jiang Yao once again surrendered, reining the horse to go in the opposite direction.
Half an hour into the forest, they had just wandered around for half an hour, not hunting any game. When they met Murong Qing, both their baskets were clean and empty.
Murong Qing had initially intended to walk away upon seeing Jiang Yao, but then he noticed their empty baskets were just like his, with nothing in them.
A sneer immediately hooked at the corner of his mouth, mockingly, “Miss Jiang is known for her exceptional archery, how come you didn’t catch anything?”
Song Muyun guiltily lowered her head, knowing Jiang Yao was good at archery. They caught nothing, and it was all her fault. She couldn’t bear to see those living creatures die in front of her, she would feel too sympathetic.
She also knew that she was being quite hypocritical. She didn’t expect to cause Jiang Yao to be ridiculed.
Song Muyun looked displeased, particularly towards Murong Qing.
But Jiang Yao didn’t feel ridiculed. She lazily held Song Muyun in her arms, gently stroking her soft, flat belly, and said to Murong Qing without looking up, “Seventh Prince, don’t talk about Second Brother, even if I don’t bring back any game, the Emperor won’t be displeased with me.” You’re different, the worst in horsemanship and archery among the princes.
“By the way, is the matter with Miss Li settled? If you’re free, invite me for a drink.”
Jiang Yao had noticed something off between him and Li Xiting yesterday.
Murong Qing turned pale at her words, subconsciously glancing at Song Muyun.
But Song Muyun just snuggled in Jiang Yao’s arms, not sparing him an extra glance.
Murong Qing’s hand holding the reins grew tighter, his veins bulging, evidently at his limit of endurance.
Yet his expression didn’t change, “Of course, I hope Miss Jiang will honor us with her presence.”
After speaking, he stared at Song Muyun, not knowing what he was waiting for, just hoping to see a hint of regret or pain.
But there was none. Song Muyun’s expression remained unchanged, even shaking Jiang Yao’s hand playfully, “Shall we go? I won’t disturb you anymore, let’s just catch some game and go back, I’m hungry.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
She looked at Murong Qing, “I’ll certainly honor your invitation, Your Highness. Take your time here, my girl is tired, I need to take her back quickly.”
Without waiting for Murong Qing’s response, she turned her horse and left. Along the way, she asked Song Muyun in a gentle voice, “Are you thirsty? There’s still water in the flask, do you want to drink?”
Murong Qing, watching their posture from behind, felt his eyes nearly splitting with rage. He didn’t know what they were talking about, but it looked like they were… kissing!
In broad daylight, Jiang Yao, that damned Jiang Yao!
She dared to steal his woman and do such things that defy the natural order! And in front of him!
Such a relationship between women was not tolerated by society. Although he hated Song Muyun extremely, he couldn’t just watch her fall into such a disgraceful situation…
If Song Yunqian were alive, he would never allow it!
Murong Qing’s eyes were bloodshot with fury, as if he found a reason for himself. Suddenly, he took an arrow from the quiver, put all his strength into pulling the bowstring, aimed at Jiang Yao, and then, with force, let the arrow fly.
Jiang Yao had already heard the sound of the arrow, but it wasn’t aimed at her, so she didn’t even bother to turn her head.
Sure enough, the arrow passed by her and struck a tree, far from her.
Then Jiang Yao finally turned around, looking indifferently at Murong Qing not far behind with the bowstring, and scoffed, “Your Highness really needs to practice your horsemanship and archery, Your Highness.”
She rode away, leaving Murong Qing staring at the arrow, almost exploding with anger.
Both at the arrow missing by so much, and at Jiang Yao’s disdainful glance.
“What happened just now, why did you suddenly talk to Murong Qing?”
The young girl had poor hearing and knew nothing, being protected in her arms, looking docile.
Jiang Yao rubbed her fingers, saying loudly, “Murong Qing’s arrow was off target, I was mocking him.”
Song Muyun held Jiang Yao’s fingers in both hands, playing with them in her palm, smiling, “His aim is naturally not as good as yours. I’ve seen you shoot arrows, very majestic, much better than Murong Qing, and you’re better with the whip too.”
“Hey, don’t flatter me, you’ll make me arrogant.”
Jiang Yao felt a bit embarrassed being praised, letting her play with her fingers.
“You can be arrogant and proud, you are really amazing.”
Song Muyun sincerely thought so. Jiang Yao was the most amazing person in her heart, far more than Murong Qing.
If Murong Qing wasn’t born a prince, who knows how useless he would be.
“Why are you so sweet today?”
She asked Song Muyun, lowering her head.
Song Muyun didn’t reply, but pinched her palm, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes, suddenly sighing, “Your hand is so warm.”
Jiang Yao was about to say that martial artists are usually warm, but the next second, she felt a cold softness on her palm.
Song Muyun had pressed her hand to her face, rubbing it twice in her palm, finally warming up a bit.
The owner of the hand stiffened, feeling a bit embarrassed to look down at her.
In the end, they didn’t hunt anything. Song Muyun found everything too pitiful to bear, unwilling to see it. She knew they should bring something back from the trip, but rabbits, pheasants, deer, and foxes all seemed too pitiful.
Each one she couldn’t bear to hurt, and she didn’t say it, just looking pitifully at Jiang Yao, then closing her eyes, telling her to hurry up. Jiang Yao had no choice but to put away the bow and arrow.
Helplessly, “Alright, just pretend we came out to enjoy the scenery today. We can scrounge game from others when we go back.”
Song Muyun opened her moist eyes, obediently looking at Jiang Yao, her cheeks flushing a bit more, whispering, “So we won’t kill them?”
“If you can’t bear it, we won’t kill. We don’t have to kill, we can eat what others have caught.”
The young girl was soft-hearted, as long as she didn’t see it, it was fine.
Song Muyun quickly nodded, her face reddening a bit more, whispering, “Good, you’re really good to me.”
Jiang Yao had always been very good to her, extremely indulgent.
“Is that good enough?”
She is the heroine in the storybook, who should be cherished and held in the palm of someone’s hand.
The way she treats her doesn’t even count as good.
As the two walked into a denser forest with nice scenery and tranquility, they entered, considering it was just to show her the views. However…
They hadn’t walked far when they heard strange noises from the dense, dry grass nearby.
It sounded like water, followed by a woman’s voice, seductive, “Are you still cold? I told you, I can handle you with just one finger.”
Jiang Yao: ???
What is she talking about?
The next moment, another woman’s voice rose, both pained and pleasured, muffled as if saying something about no longer being cold, about dying…
Wait, dying?
Damn, there better not be someone secretly murdering people right in front of me!
While Song Muyun was still eavesdropping, Jiang Yao suddenly shouted, “Who is committing a crime here? Do you wish to live!”
As soon as she spoke, the dry grass rustled violently, and the people inside seemed startled. The woman’s coquettish voice turned sharp with a scream of pain.
Meng Lichu rolled out from the grass, clothed in a garment. Seeing it was Jiang Yao, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her trembling body stopped a bit, her snow-white chest partially exposed, fingertips stained with an unknown liquid. She bowed and said,
“Ah, it’s Miss Jiang. I thought it was someone else. You really scared me.”
If others saw this and reported it, her career as an official indulging in such lewd acts in the hunting grounds would be over.
Jiang Yao, sword in hand, pointed it at Meng Lichu, her face cold and fierce, “What are you doing in there, and who else is with you?”
She heard two voices.
Meng Lichu didn’t dare provoke her and hurriedly called into the grass, “Zhu’er, come out quickly!”
The woman named Zhu’er crawled out, looking miserable. She wore a pink dress, disheveled and sweaty, her round shoulders exposed, her face pained.
Song Muyun gripped Jiang Yao’s hand, worried, “What’s wrong with her?”
Jiang Yao narrowed her eyes at Meng Lichu, “What’s wrong with her, what were you doing in there?”
Meng Lichu thought Jiang Yao was playing dumb. Having seen so many of her paintings, how could she not know what they were doing? That’s impossible!
She lowered her head, shivering from the cold, and through gritted teeth said, “Miss Jiang, what else could we be doing? Just the usual woman-to-woman things.”
Jiang Yao frowned, and Song Muyun tugged at her, whispering in her ear, “Isn’t this lady supposed to be a mirror polisher?”
So Jiang Yao realized, but even if you’re a mirror polisher, you can’t do that in broad daylight! Can’t you do it in a room?
She was indignant, pointing her sword at Zhu’er, “Then why did she just say she was going to die?”
Still not understanding, if you’re doing your thing, why say you’re going to die? Who would care otherwise?
Meng Lichu’s expression grew more awkward, “That… that… when a woman is deeply pleasured in bed, don’t they all say that? Miss Jiang should try it to know.”
Her suggestive gaze flowed between Jiang Yao and Song Muyun. Jiang Yao almost sliced her with her sword.
“I deeply detest such depraved acts! If you weren’t using private punishment, why would she show such pain?”
Jiang Yao couldn’t understand, could it be that woman-to-woman intimacy is so painful? But that’s not how it’s depicted in the paintings!
The paintings clearly showed those women in pleasure, saying women understand better how to please other women than men.
Is this supposed to be pleasure?
Jiang Yao was somewhat taken aback, looking at the woman on the ground, struggling to rise, her snow-white thighs exposed, trembling from the cold.
Meng Lichu came back to her senses. Maybe Jiang Yao didn’t understand her paintings at all.
She forced a smile, “Yes, yes, it was just that you suddenly spoke, startling me, and I accidentally used too much force, hurting her.”
She was skilled, such an accident wouldn’t have happened otherwise.
Jiang Yao’s lips twitched, so it was her fault.
“Enough, enough, next time do such things indoors, don’t dirty others’ eyes. Give her some clothes and take her back, we’re leaving.”
She told Song Muyun, “Don’t look,” and rode away with her. Meng Lichu wiped her face, feeling extremely unlucky. She had intended to invite Jiang
Yao to join, but since she refused, so be it. Finally finding this quiet spot, yet she still ran into her, utterly embarrassing.
Jiang Yao, fearing this would dirty the pure eyes of the innocent fairy, quickly rode away. They hadn’t hunted or found anything fun in the hunting grounds; better to leave quickly.
Since learning what those two were doing, her heart pounded. Miss Jiang of the Jiang family, though not squeamish, had never seen a live erotic scene, let alone between women.
“Why forget it? Love is common, whether between men or women, isn’t it?”
Jiang Yao’s hand on the reins tightened, surprised she looked down. She thought Muyun would be deeply disgusted and shy about it, unwilling to mention it. Wasn’t that how she was in her dreams?
She showed extreme aversion to intimate affairs, loving Murong Qing while detesting physical love.
So, does woman-to-woman love become normal?
Jiang Yao suddenly felt she had misunderstood the heroine.
Her free hand abruptly grasped Song Muyun’s waist, pulling her soft body into her arms, eliciting a soft moan, asking her to be gentle, then suddenly realizing and loosening her grip.
“Never mind, it’s okay, you can think that way, what you said isn’t wrong.”
Jiang Yao was somewhat flustered, almost at a loss for words.
Song Muyun looked up, asking Jiang Yao, “Do you detest woman-to-woman affairs?”
Jiang Yao’s hand almost bulged with veins, feeling that if she answered wrong, her future would be completely rewritten.
After a long silence, prompted by Song Muyun’s soft voice, Jiang Yao took a deep breath, looked into the distant hazy mountains, and struggled to say, “I… do not detest it, why do you ask?”
She didn’t dare to look at her until Song Muyun, sitting up straight, bumped into her chin. They were very close, Song Muyun staring at her face, asking, “Jiang Yao, have you ever fancied any young master?”
Weren’t they just discussing woman-to-woman affairs?
Jiang Yao felt panicked and honestly shook her head.
Song Muyun’s eyes brightened, “Never?”
“Never.”
“Have you ever thought, maybe you don’t like men, but women?”
One shock after another thundered in Jiang Yao’s mind, nearly blacking out. She thought, but I’ve never liked any woman either?
Then, looking down at Song Muyun’s moist red lips and gentle eyes like water, she became uncertain again.