Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 57
Chapter 57
Song Muyun’s words left Jiang Yao in a daze. Even after being escorted back, she was still lost in thought, wondering, “Do I, do I like women?”
How could that be possible?!
She never dreamt of liking women!
But it’s been several years since those dreams, so why hasn’t she married yet?
If she liked men… she should have been married by now. So why hasn’t she?
Could it be, could it really be that she likes women?
Jiang Yao inadvertently turned back and saw Song Muyun’s cheeks reddened by the wind, which made her panic and hasten to leave, only to be stopped by her ancestor.
“Jiang Yao.”
She just called her name gently, and Jiang Yao stopped in her tracks.
After a while, she turned back, cleared her throat, and asked, “What, what’s wrong?”
Song Muyun walked over, took her hand, and said with a hint of complaint in her voice, “Why are you walking so fast? I can’t keep up with you.”
Jiang Yao: …
She wanted to be alone at the moment.
“Alright, then I’ll take you back first.”
The young lady looked lovely and vibrant. Jiang Yao didn’t feel at ease letting her go back alone; she was always meticulous.
“Take me back first? Do you have something else to do later?”
Jiang Yao paused, then said, “Well, nothing important, just wanted to sit outside, drink some wine, and enjoy the scenery.”
Hearing this, Song Muyun immediately clung to her, “Then I’ll go with you, I don’t want to be alone.”
Jiang Yao hesitated at first upon hearing this, but before she hesitated for long, the young lady’s face turned sad, her eyes brimming with tears, biting her thin lips and lowering her head to speak softly, “Why, don’t you want to take me with you?”
As soon as she said this, Jiang Yao immediately surrendered, “No, no, no, what are you thinking? Of course, I want to take you with me. Naturally, I will.”
“Hmph, if you don’t want to take me, you don’t have to force yourself, just say it.”
Anyone else could tell that Song Muyun was being sarcastic, but Jiang Yao’s eyes brightened, and she sincerely asked, “Really?”
Thinking about what Muyun said, her mind was a mess, all her thoughts jumbled together, now she wanted to go sort them out.
Song Muyun, stared at by her bright, round eyes, choked and started cursing Jiang Yao in her heart, “Blockhead, blockhead, blockhead, you might as well anger me to death!”
“Not taking me then? I didn’t want to go with you anyway.”
Song Muyun got angry, turned around, and left, leaving only a vivid red back.
Of course, Jiang Yao couldn’t let her go back alone and followed her. The young lady called out several times for her to go away, not to follow her, before she reluctantly left.
Rationality told her that she wasn’t good at speaking and might have angered her again; she should chase after her to appease her. But her thoughts were in such disarray, she temporarily had no energy to appease.
How to appease her? Song Muyun said she liked women, and she felt that what Song Muyun said wasn’t wrong, especially when she saw her beautiful face.
Could it be that she not only liked women but also liked Muyun?
Was she crazy? Could she, a notorious dandy of the capital, like the female lead?
Jiang Yao stood outside her courtyard sorting out her thoughts, berating herself.
She genuinely felt she was unworthy. The female lead, ah, that’s the female lead! With all her excellent qualities, how could she be a match for a notorious dandy like her?
She shouldn’t think about such things in the future!
Muyun treated her as a close friend. If one day she found out she coveted her, she would surely break off their friendship.
Could Muyun possibly like her?
No, it’s impossible. With Muyun’s temperament, looks, and knowledge, even if she liked women, she would need someone literate.
Not someone rough like her. She was careless, impulsive, and always missed the details. She couldn’t accompany her in reciting poetry, playing chess, or playing the zither.
Jiang Yao swallowed, actually feeling in her heart that Muyun also liked women, but that woman would definitely not be her.
After waiting outside for a while and sorting out her thoughts, she finally stepped in. Song Muyun was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea. Seeing Jiang Yao come in, she just glanced at her indifferently, not really wanting to interact with her.
J
iang Yao coughed lightly, approached the young lady, and shamelessly asked, “You’re drinking tea, I want some too, could you pour me a cup, please?”
The young lady didn’t want to pour for her, looking cold and detached, “If you want to drink, pour it yourself, don’t order me around.”
She was angry that Jiang Yao didn’t want to take her out.
She could refrain from following Jiang Yao, but Jiang Yao couldn’t just decide to go out without taking her!
That was too much.
Song Muyun’s eyes reddened with anger, and seeing Jiang Yao really sitting down, pouring her own tea, and eating, her heart felt even more stifled.
After a moment, she huffed, stood up, and left.
Jiang Yao, even if a bit slow, realized the young lady’s displeasure. She remembered that she hadn’t appeased her before entering the courtyard, quickly stood up to follow her, calling out, “Muyun, what’s wrong, don’t you want to talk to me?”
Song Muyun didn’t respond and continued walking towards the house, but thought to herself, “Jiang Yao should at least come after me to coax me a bit.”
Just as she was thinking this, Jiang Yao suddenly raised her voice, “If you don’t want to talk to me, I won’t come back tonight, so you won’t be annoyed seeing me.”
In reality, she herself didn’t dare; she wanted to go somewhere else to calm down. How could she have such feelings for the female lead? Are you crazy?
But upon hearing this, Song Muyun was extremely shocked, turned around abruptly, her hairpins clinking in her hair, ding-dong, and looked at Jiang Yao in disbelief.
She was waiting for Jiang Yao to coax her, but Jiang Yao had already decided to spend the night elsewhere?
“Jiang Yao!”
Song Muyun was furious; she had hoped to spark Jiang Yao’s interest in the love between women.
Standing in the courtyard, Jiang Yao, seeing her getting angrier, was somewhat dumbfounded, “Ah, ah?”
“What’s wrong?”
She still doesn’t know what’s wrong!
Biting her lip, Song Muyun’s eyes suddenly reddened as she questioned, “Where do you plan to go if you’re not coming back tonight?”
“I… I haven’t decided yet, maybe I’ll just find a tree to spend the night under.”
Song Muyun felt a little relieved. At least she hadn’t heard the name of someone else from her, otherwise, she would really go crazy.
The beautiful fairy showed a rare petulant expression, glaring at Jiang Yao, “No, you’re not allowed to go. If you dare not come back tonight, I will never talk to you again!”
When they first met, Song Muyun was very timid, panicking over small things. But over time, almost every time she was angry, upset, or sad, Jiang Yao would hold her in her arms and comfort her. She always retreated because of her, and the more times it happened, the bolder Song Muyun became. A neglected wildflower couldn’t use ignoring as a threat.
Only a pampered flower could.
Jiang Yao paused, then quickly responded, “You’re not angry anymore? Okay, if you don’t want me to go out, then I’ll definitely come back.”
Song Muyun then asked her, “Do you have other things to do now?”
Jiang Yao honestly shook her head, and the next second, the little ancestor opened her arms, “I’m tired, will you sleep with me?”
Her tone was inexplicably softer, she had just been scolding her; indeed, a woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the ocean.
“Okay, but it’s almost time for lunch.”
Jiang Yao walked over, lifted Song Muyun horizontally, and spoke to her with a lowered head.
Song Muyun naturally wrapped her arms around Jiang Yao’s neck, nuzzling her head upwards, “I don’t want to eat lunch; I want to sleep, sleep with me.”
Jiang Yao knew that if she let her sleep alone, she would have nightmares.
“Okay, then I’ll sleep with you.”
The delicate arms of the woman around her neck almost burned her neck.
Unbearable, the heroine must see her as a very good friend, or else why would she be so close to her? And yet she felt this way about the heroine…
Jiang Yao’s eyes were complicated as she silently turned her head away, not daring to let Song Muyun see.
They closed the room door, drew the curtains, and blocked off the screen, leaving the room pitch black. But with Jiang Yao’s vision, she could still see Song Muyun’s glowing white body after taking off her clothes.
So… “Why did you take off your undergarment too?”
Only left with a bellyband, am I seeing things?
Jiang Yao stared hard, finally confirming it wasn’t her imagination. Song Muyun really only had her bellyband left, holding her snow-white body, her moist eyes continuously watching Jiang Yao.
Hearing Jiang Yao’s question, she softly said, “I find it more comfortable to sleep this way.”
Jiang Yao had taken off her clothes but hesitated to approach the bed, coughing nervously before asking, “Aren’t you cold like this?”
Song Muyun looked at her, speaking faintly, “How could I be cold with you holding me?”
Her point… wasn’t wrong.
Jiang Yao always felt that their closeness was not a good sign, but she couldn’t resist, couldn’t refuse her.
In the end, the two slept together.
The woman wearing only a bellyband snuggled into the other woman’s arms, her pale, tender arms hooking around her neck.
Then she was taken down from the neck and tucked into the embrace.
She said, “Don’t let them stick out of the blanket, it’s cold.”
Song Muyun grudgingly agreed, “Alright.”
She wasn’t easy to seduce. Despite her best efforts, mimicking what she had seen, people in the paintings could be seduced, but not Jiang Yao.
How could she have such self-control?
Song Muyun, somewhat disheartened, sneakily kicked Jiang Yao’s shins under the blanket.
Her feet were cold and lacked strength, only making Jiang Yao shiver, but soon, those feet were also tucked between her legs.
“Why are they so cold, like ice blocks? I’ll give you a foot bath when we get back.”
Song Muyun’s whole body sank into Jiang Yao’s embrace
, comfortably squinting her eyes, obviously having no objections, “Okay, you bathe with me.”
“Mhm.”
Jiang Yao held Song Muyun’s back, pressing her into her embrace. This was the experience she gained from sleeping together for a long time, making Muyun more comfortable.
Although Song Muyun wasn’t sleepy initially, being so tenderly enveloped by her, warm and cozy, she soon fell asleep.
In a while, when Jiang Yao called Song Muyun’s name again, there was no response.
Her entire face buried in her embrace, her feet tucked between her legs, Jiang Yao gradually warmed her cold skin.
Jiang Yao pulled back a bit, barely able to see Song Muyun’s face, her cheek pressed to one side, pouting cutely, both sides slightly red, probably from the heat. Truly adorable.
Just as she sighed, Song Muyun yawned and burrowed into her embrace, her hands holding onto her waist tightly, and Jiang Yao also embraced her waist, accompanying her in a short nap.
In the afternoon, after returning from the Eighth Prince’s place, Jiang Ru noticed something was off between her sister and Sister Muyun.
For instance, Sister Muyun kept asking her sister to do things for her, like fetching things or pouring tea, and her sister always complied without a word.
Another example, when her sister was sitting still, Sister Muyun, while speaking to her nicely, would go sit beside her. Sometimes, she even stretched out her hand for her sister to hold.
How strange.
Jiang Yao also found it strange, but she dared not say anything.
Their hands were held tightly together; she couldn’t even hold a book in one hand and turn pages with the other.
“Ruru, have you been visiting the Eighth Prince these past few days?”
Unable to talk to Song Muyun, Jiang Yao turned to ask Jiang Ru.
Jiang Ru responded with a yes and also came over, sitting opposite Jiang Yao, “By the way, Sister, the Eighth Prince asked me to pass on a message to you.”
“What, what message?”
The delicate hand holding hers suddenly tightened, almost making her stutter.
Jiang Yao’s heart skipped a beat.
Jiang Ru looked around to make sure no one else was there, then whispered to Jiang Yao, “The Eighth Prince said that the Emperor has started to suspect the Seventh Prince.”
She had always disliked the Seventh Prince. Her sister said he was no good, and the Eighth Prince, who had a good nature, also didn’t get along with the Seventh Prince. There must be something wrong with him.
Jiang Yao knew it was because of what she yelled the other day; someone must have relayed it to the Emperor. Although the assassins denied it, this only made them more suspicious. Why would an assassin, having found someone to take the blame, refuse to let him and instead clear his name?
That’s not the behavior of an assassin.
Moreover, last time when Murong Chun kidnapped Song Muyun, she identified Murong Qing, who denied it. Murong Chun cursed Murong Qing. One incident might not be enough to make the Emperor suspect Murong Qing, but two incidents together were different.
What are the odds that both incidents pointed to Murong Qing?
“Okay, I understand. We don’t need to take action now; just wait for the other party to reveal their flaws.”
The current situation was in their favor; what they needed to do was to maintain this advantageous position.
Thinking this, Jiang Yao gently squeezed Song Muyun’s thumb and slowly pulled her hand away to pick up an orange on the table and start peeling it. She habitually offered it to Song Muyun first.
She used to always feed her sister first, but now she was solely focused on Song Muyun.
Song Muyun obviously enjoyed this but pretended to act spoiled. She grabbed the hand covered in orange juice and rubbed it, her voice tinged with shyness, “Ah, Ruru is still here, don’t just look after me, give some to Ruru first.”
Her eyes were shy and hesitant as she looked at Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao’s heart fluttered for a moment, and she immediately followed her instruction, handing the peeled orange to Jiang Ru.
Jiang Ru was also taken aback, about to refuse, when she heard her Sister Muyun’s increasingly soft voice from under the table, seemingly gently hitting her sister, coquettishly saying, “Why are you doing this, why didn’t you leave any for me?”
Jiang Yao, Jiang Ru: …
Jiang Ru quickly said, “No need, Sister, I don’t want it, give it all to Sister Muyun.”
With her words, Jiang Yao retracted her hand, took a segment, carefully peeled off the white pith, and fed it to Song Muyun.
Song Muyun’s eyes sparkled as she obediently opened her mouth to take the orange slice.
Jiang Ru was dumbfounded. What happened in the past two days while she was with the Eighth Prince? How did her sister and Sister Muyun become so close?
Her sister was naturally careless; when had she ever been so meticulous with any girl?
It was really baffling.
“It’s so sweet.”
Song Muyun praised with her eyes squinted. Jiang Yao quietly replied, “Hmm, then eat more.”
After saying that, she fed her another slice.
Ever since realizing she might like women, and the woman she liked was the heroine, she found herself increasingly unable to control herself.
She wanted to be good to Song Muyun, to treat her better and better.
“You should try it too.”
Song Muyun’s fingertips were round and lovely, the top of her skin slightly pink, as she picked up an orange slice and held it in front of Jiang Yao, expectantly looking at her.
Jiang Yao stiffened for a moment but eventually opened her mouth and ate it.
Then she stopped Song
Muyun, “Don’t move, I don’t like oranges, you eat more. Put your hand back in your sleeve, don’t catch a cold.”
“Oh.”
Song Muyun obediently retracted her hand, and Jiang Yao continued to feed her oranges, one after another. Soon, the orange was finished, and the young lady finally voiced her dissatisfaction, “But this way, I can’t hold your hand.”
Her hand was ordered to be in her sleeve; she complied, but then she couldn’t hold Jiang Yao’s hand.
“You don’t need to hold it, what’s so good about holding hands.”
Jiang Yao turned a page of the book, and after a moment, she felt the surroundings become quiet, as if the weather had also gotten colder.
She nervously swallowed, cautiously looking sideways, and indeed saw Song Muyun staring emotionlessly at her. After a moment, probably not expecting her to speak, the little fairy huffed and turned her head away, refusing to interact with Jiang Yao.
Jiang Ru looked at her sister, then at Sister Muyun, feeling helpless. Her sister and Sister Muyun were behaving like children.
Not wanting to get involved in “children’s” fights, she stood up to excuse herself, “Sister, Sister Muyun, it’s getting late. I’ll go rest for a while and come back to dine with you in the evening?”
“Okay, good, you go ahead.”
Jiang Ru’s room was opposite theirs. Hearing this, she nodded gently and slowly left, leaving Jiang Yao and her little ancestor in the courtyard.
Jiang Yao reached out to poke Song Muyun, “What’s wrong, are you unhappy?”
Was the girl really angry with her?
“Huh.”
Song Muyun scoffed and moved to another stone stool, further away from Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao: …
“Are you really angry with me?”
Jiang Yao moved closer, but Song Muyun glared at her and moved again. Jiang Yao followed, and this time the little ancestor finally stopped running, allowing Jiang Yao to poke her shoulder and softly coax her.
She had gained experience in coaxing people; the little ancestor would get angry hundreds of times a day. Every time she got angry, Jiang Yao understood it was something she said wrong that upset her.
“I didn’t mean that; I was just worried your hands were cold. You know I’m not good with words.”
She was always bad at speaking, and the little ancestor was someone who liked to overanalyze words. She would get mad over something she said, and then she would have to coax her thoroughly.
Song Muyun’s lips were slightly pursed, still staring at her intently.
“But I’m cold, don’t you know that? Even if I hide my hands, they won’t get warm.”
Jiang Yao frowned, somewhat disbelieving, but when she pulled her hand out of the sleeve, she found it was indeed not very warm, still cold.
Damn, what’s with this girl’s body, being so cold? Didn’t she ever take care of herself before?
“When we return to the capital, I’ll find someone to treat you.”
Song Muyun withdrew her hand, “Who needs your treatment, I don’t care about you.”
She was probably spoiled; seeing Jiang Yao coax her, she became even more temperamental.
When that slippery hand slid out of her palm, Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, then continued to reach out and grab her hand, rubbing it between her palms, gradually warming it up.
Song Muyun didn’t pull her hand away this time, just letting her rub it, her cheeks flushed, silently turning her head away.
After warming one hand, Jiang Yao lifted her chin, “The other one.”
The young lady, seeing her so patiently warming her hands, had long since lost her little bit of anger, obediently stretching out the other hand for Jiang Yao to rub.