Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 63
Chapter 63
After letting it all out, Song Muyun shrank into Jiang Yao’s arms, daring not to make a sound. Tears fell in a continuous stream; she couldn’t accept what had happened to her body… Moreover, being teased by Jiang Yao along the way made her feel even more aggrieved and wanting to cry, her voice suppressed, occasionally letting out a few sobs.
Jiang Yao, with her hand still damp, gently patted the girl’s back, attempting to comfort her in vain, “Why are you crying? Did I make you uncomfortable?”
Song Muyun didn’t speak, just quietly cried.
Jiang Yao: …
“Don’t cry, baby, it’s okay, this is all very normal. What if your eyes swell from crying?”
Continuing to cry quietly.
…
“What can I do to make you stop crying?”
Completely helpless, Jiang Yao asked, truly bothered by the crying, feeling both a headache and heartache.
“I don’t want you to do anything, you… you don’t have to care about me.”
Seeing Jiang Yao only made her think of her own sensitivity, that even a slight touch was unbearable, making her want to cry even more.
Jiang Yao, overwhelmed by the crying, had no choice but to lift her from her embrace, kissing her tender, now slightly red cheeks from crying, her tears being kissed away by Jiang Yao.
The young girl gasped in between sobs, her palms pressing against Jiang Yao’s chest, pushing her away, but with a very soft and weak force.
Jiang Yao wouldn’t listen, persistently kissing her from head to toe, taking care of every part, finally capturing those swollen red lips in a fierce kiss, grinding and twirling, seizing the moment to slide her tongue in, gently dancing with hers.
Under such a forceful invasion, Song Muyun finally couldn’t cry anymore, only looking at her with eyes full of mist, pitiful.
Jiang Yao clicked her tongue lightly, seeing her not cry, finally released her mouth, “Finally stopped crying, you really are hard to console.”
No sooner had she finished speaking, the young girl’s lips pursed, as if she was about to cry again, scaring Jiang Yao into repeatedly saying, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, you’re not hard to console, it’s just me not knowing how to speak, please don’t cry anymore, my ancestor.”
Jiang Yao was solely focused on consoling her ancestor, holding her in her arms and kissing her, begging her not to cry, not knowing how long she pleaded until the little ancestor finally cried herself to sleep in her arms.
…
They hadn’t even cleaned themselves yet, really.
Jiang Yao looked tenderly and helplessly at the sleeping figure, then got up to call a maid to bring hot water.
With the hot water set aside, she tested the temperature, seeing it was about right, then wrung out a cloth to start wiping the girl. She wiped her face first, then her sweaty chest, back, buttocks, and finally the inside, not forgetting the legs, cleaning every part with difficulty as she herself sweated all over.
Serving an ancestor is really tiring.
After they were both cleaned up, the night had deepened.
Exhausted, Jiang Yao hugged Song Muyun and fell asleep, sleeping till dawn.
This time, Muyun woke up first.
After waking up, her thoughts were still a bit muddled, only stupidly rubbing against Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao was still in a dream, showing no reaction, so she comfortably nestled in Jiang Yao’s arms, continuing to lie down.
When she fully awoke and remembered what happened last night, she noticed the dry and comfortable feeling of her body.
It must have been Jiang Yao’s doing.
Song Muyun quietly pursed her lips and smiled, then shyly rubbed against Jiang Yao’s neck.
Jiang Yao was directly awakened by the rubbing, really helpless.
She raised her hand to embrace the restless person, her voice husky from just waking up, “What are you doing?”
Song Muyun’s waist was pinned, unable to move, lying obediently in her arms, lifting a pair of eyes that were still slightly swollen and red.
“Rubbing against you, can’t I?”
Song Muyun asked softly.
Very cute.
Jiang Yao closed her eyes, wanting to sleep again, but nodded, “Yes, you’re my wife, you can rub against me whenever you want.”
Song Muyun squinted and smiled, full of joy.
When they got up again, it was past breakfast time. Jiang Yao asked the kitchen for two bowls of coix seed porridge, and they sat in the courtyard to drink it.
Although it was a bit cold, sitting in the courtyard when it’s not too cold and feeling the breeze was still quite different.
Song Muyun also squeezed into the same chair with Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao, fearing she might be cold, lowered her head to ask if she wanted to add clothes, but she declined, instead tucking her hands into Jiang Yao’s collar to warm them.
Tsk, this is the feeling of having a wife, always being needed by someone, really nice.
The two lay together enjoying the breeze, when suddenly they heard the maids calling for the lady.
Jiang Yao reluctantly opened her eyes, seeing her mother approaching them, instinctively called out, “Mother.”
Song Muyun was still nestled in her arms, hearing this suddenly opened her eyes, and upon lifting her head to see Madam Jiang, she immediately stood up, “Jiang, Madam Jiang, Muyun greets you.”
Song Muyun performed a courtesy, her head lowered, her demeanor nervous. Jiang Yao also stood up, stepping forward half a step, shielding Song Muyun behind her.
“Mother, why have you come?”
She was somewhat helpless, guessing her mother came because of their relationship.
Madam Jiang glanced at her lightly, “Can’t I come?”
Jiang Yao immediately laughed, “Of course not, I just find it strange. Are you here to see me and Yun’er?”
She deliberately used a term of endearment, intending to let Madam Jiang know she wouldn’t back down.
Madam Jiang looked troubled, her gaze lingering on Song Muyun, noticing both eyes were swollen from crying. Was she bullied into crying by her daughter?
But, doesn’t her daughter like her?
Madam Jiang was perplexed but quickly gathered her spirits, looking kindly at Song Muyun.
“Miss Song, I have something to discuss with Yao’er, please excuse us.”
Song Muyun’s breath hitched, thinking that both her family and Jiang Yao were very straightforward.
Jiang Yao turned around, comforting Song Muyun with a pat on the arm, then, in front of Madam Jiang, lowered her head and kissed her.
Both Madam Jiang and Song Muyun were stunned.
Song Muyun’s lips parted, her gaze blank, completely unexpected of such an action, standing there dumbfounded.
“Be good, wait for me inside.”
Jiang Yao whispered.
She still hadn’t reacted, just subconsciously obeyed and walked inside.
After she left, Madam Jiang looked at Jiang Yao, “I heard from your father, you like women?”
Although the customs of the Great Jin Dynasty were relatively open, this was only among the younger generations; most parents still found it difficult to accept relationships between women or between men (referred to as “grinding mirrors” and “cut sleeves” respectively in historical context).
“Yes, mother, you are so open-minded, you won’t stop me, will you?”
The open-minded Madam Jiang: …
She was quite reluctant to speak.
Her expression showed a mix of helplessness and she looked at Jiang Yao, pausing for a moment, then finally, as if making a resolution, said, “The Jiang family does not wish for you to remain unmarried for life. As long as you marry, we won’t interfere with anything else.”
…
Do you know what you are saying?
Jiang Yao was shocked, “Mother, are you suggesting I be unfaithful? Is this what our Jiang family teaches? You have taught me from a young age that as a member of the Jiang family, one should be wholehearted, have you forgotten?”
She hadn’t forgotten it!
It was practically engraved in her mind!
Madam Jiang appeared slightly embarrassed, unable to speak for a long while, and finally sighed, “You are right, we of the Jiang family cannot do such things. But do you understand how difficult the path is for a woman to be with another woman? As your mother, I don’t want you to walk such a difficult path. Can you understand?”
Jiang Yao disagreed, “If I listen to you, I might regret it later. Talking to me like this is useless; you know me, I’ve been disobedient since I was young.”
Hearing her mother’s attempt to separate her from her loved one made Jiang Yao impatient.
Madam Jiang’s demeanor turned cold, “If talking to you is useless, then call Miss Song out, and I will speak to her.”
This meant she found it difficult to persuade Jiang Yao, so she wanted to try convincing Song Muyun instead.
“Don’t bother with Muyun, it’s useless. Even if Muyun regrets and doesn’t want to be with me anymore, I will still cling to her. You always said I’m too stubborn, so you know.”
Knowing her character and that her words were true, Madam Jiang was momentarily breathless, realizing that even her persuasion would be ineffective.
Jiang Yao truly liked Song Muyun, and she wouldn’t change. Moreover, the tendency for “grinding mirrors” was something she heard couldn’t be changed.
“You know everything about your daughter, but given the circumstances, the only thing I can ask of you is not to make things difficult for Muyun. It was I who insisted on dragging her along with me.”
Lady Jiang paused for a moment, then said nothing more, only adding, “I still want you to think it over carefully.”
“No need to think it over, thank you.”
Jiang Yao’s rejection came so swiftly that Lady Jiang struggled to maintain her gentle demeanor.
After a moment, she couldn’t help but say irritably, “If you regret this later, don’t come to me!”
“I won’t, you can rest assured.”
Lady Jiang had no desire to continue the conversation and was about to leave when she heard Jiang Yao say, “By the way, Mother, wouldn’t you like to pay some attention to our cousin from my maternal family? It seems she’s getting quite close to the Seventh Prince.”
She stopped, frowning, “Which cousin?”
“Cousin Suqiu. If I’m not mistaken, she’s quite fond of the Seventh Prince.”
The Jiang family and the Seventh Prince were currently at odds.
Lady Jiang, Liang Qingyin, frowned slightly and then nodded, “I’m aware of this matter. You don’t need to worry about it; I’ll handle it myself.”
“Alright.”
Jiang Yao responded, having no intention of getting involved. As her mother was leaving, she waved enthusiastically, “Mother, take care, I won’t see you out.”
Lady Jiang quickened her pace, not wanting to engage any further.
Seeing this, Jiang Yao huffed and went back inside to find her wife.
Her wife was sitting alone on the soft couch, her complexion pale and her eyes downcast, exuding a sense of despondency.
It was heart-wrenching.
Jiang Yao quickly walked over and embraced her, “I’m back. How about we spend today watching the serious dramas you like?”
Song Muyun looked up with her bright, beautiful eyes, still feeling anxious, and asked subconsciously, “What did your aunt say to you?”
She could guess that her aunt had come to discuss their situation.
“She didn’t say much, just that we would be together for a lifetime, that I would cling to you for a lifetime, and then we talked about the Liang family.”
She spoke lightly, as if it was of little significance, but in reality, their long conversation must have been because her aunt disagreed with Jiang Yao being with her.
Indeed, someone as formidable as Jiang Yao deserved a better life, one that everyone envied. Song Muyun looked a bit withdrawn, but in the next second, she was pressed down on the bed by Jiang Yao, who began to fiercely kiss her lips.
Jiang Yao seemed to know what she was thinking, implying, “Don’t overthink it. As long as we’re together, that’s all that matters. We’ll always be together.”
Unconsciously, she had grown accustomed to having Song Muyun by her side.
The young girl’s eyes filled with tears, which quickly began to fall.
Jiang Yao felt extremely pained and kissed her eyes, her voice muffled, “Don’t cry, okay? My mother really didn’t say anything. I will protect you. You’re so fragile and tearful; what would you do without me, hmm?”
Song Muyun’s eyes were tearful again and again, which deeply moved Jiang Yao, who kept comforting her, “What are you crying for? There’s no need to cry. Stop it, be good.”
“I’m not crying, just… just a little sad.”
Her eyes were red, looking pitiful.
Jiang Yao immediately softened, hugging and soothing her repeatedly, whispering, “Don’t be sad. There’s nothing to be sad about. I won’t listen to them. No one can separate us, not even yourself. Do you understand?”
She caressed Song Muyun’s cheeks, and the young girl silently shed tears, being lifted by her chin to kiss her soft lips.
After a long silence, the usually gentle Song Muyun suddenly began to kiss her back eagerly, her hands unconsciously climbing onto Jiang Yao’s shoulders, trying to steal the air from her mouth.
Seeing her response, Jiang Yao’s eyes brightened. She lifted her up, sat down on the couch with the woman in her arms, and embraced her, continuing to kiss.
A maid entered and saw Miss Muyun sitting in her young lady’s arms, kissing her, which startled her so much she nearly dropped something.
For a long time, they remained apart, their lips swollen red from the force of their kisses, evident in how hard they had been sucking. There was even a small bite mark on Jiang Yao’s lips.
She chuckled softly, touching the mark, her voice tinged with helplessness, “You’re just like a little puppy.”
With her face flushed, Song Muyun sat astride Jiang Yao’s thighs, her legs spread apart, and lowered her head without speaking.
“Still going to cry?”
The young girl obediently shook her head, “No more crying.”
“Don’t worry about my parents; they probably won’t come looking for you. But even if they do, you mustn’t listen to them and leave me, understand?”
She poked Song Muyun’s snow-white forehead, leaving another red mark.
Song Muyun touched the mark on her forehead and whispered, “I understand, I can’t leave you.”
The thought of leaving Jiang Yao caused her unbearable pain, let alone witnessing Jiang Yao marry someone else, something she absolutely couldn’t accept.
Uncle and Auntie, I’m sorry. I know I’m selfish, but I have nothing else, only Jiang Yao…
The young girl had used up a lot of energy just from crying. After lunch, Jiang Yao first tried to coax her to sleep.
She got up later than her and wasn’t sleepy, just leaning by the window lost in thought.
It’s uncertain how long she thought, but as the sun set and its afterglow fell, the woman who had been peacefully asleep on the bed suddenly started moving in panic. Not only was the blanket kicked off the bed, but she was also muttering incoherently.
Jiang Yao frowned and stepped forward to wake her up. Before she could call out twice, her hand was grabbed. The fairy, with her eyes tightly closed, showed a frightened expression, “Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao—”
Suddenly calling out Jiang Yao’s name sharply, Jiang Yao quickly bent down, shaking her vigorously, “Wake up, what’s wrong? I’m here, I’m here, did you have a nightmare again?”
Her shaking was intense, and Song Muyun’s head swayed rapidly left and right on the pillow, soon waking up with eyes wide open, revealing undeniable fear.
Upon seeing Jiang Yao, Song Muyun visibly relaxed, but her expression became much more fragile, and without a second word, she threw herself into Jiang Yao’s arms.
Her voice choked, “Jiang Yao, I was so scared, I had a nightmare again, thank goodness you’re alright, thank goodness…”
Song Muyun looked up, extending her trembling hand to touch Jiang Yao, looking extremely aggrieved.
Jiang Yao softened her expression, covering Song Muyun’s hand with hers, pressing down the trembling hand, her voice helpless yet gentle, “What could happen to me? What did you dream about me?”
It couldn’t be that she dreamed of her dying, could it?
That would be too gory of a dream, no wonder it scared the young girl so much.
The next second, the young girl, with a cry in her voice, confirmed her guess.
Crying, she said, “I dreamed I caused your death, they all said it was my fault, I was so scared.”
Her crying intensified, nearly fainting in Jiang Yao’s arms.
Jiang Yao quickly patted her back to comfort her, “What are you thinking? If you could kill me, that would be something. I’m standing right here, aren’t I? Stop crying, okay?”
“But in my dream, you died, and I couldn’t find you…”
“Dreams are the opposite of reality, why believe them? Believe in me instead; I’ll always be here to cherish you for a lifetime, okay?”
Jiang Yao’s gaze was softer than ever, warming Song Muyun’s heart and bringing more tears to her eyes. She realized how good Jiang Yao was to her, knowing she would never meet someone like her again if she missed this chance.
Song Muyun was clear in her heart; she wouldn’t let go of Jiang Yao’s hand, really she wouldn’t.
The young girl nestled into the arms of the woman in red, her eyes and eyebrows showing fragility. Remembering the dream, she cautiously asked, “Will you really cherish me for a lifetime?”
She was afraid, very afraid that Jiang Yao was lying to her.
But given Jiang Yao’s character, she wouldn’t lie about such things.
Sure enough, the next second, Jiang Yao promised, “Really, if I fail to do so, may I be struck by lightning!”
Before she could finish, Song Muyun covered her mouth.
Song Muyun, puffing up in warning, said, “I won’t let you say such things, it’s inauspicious!”
See, this is her little ancestor, though she likes to make unreasonable demands, she thinks of her in everything, with her heart and eyes filled only with her.
What’s wrong with having some flaws? Besides, making unreasonable demands isn’t a big deal.
She rubbed Song Muyun’s soft, black hair.
“Okay, I won’t say it anymore, I’ll listen to you.”
Jiang Yao said.
“That’s more like it, don’t ever say it again. I don’t want your promises, they only make me worry. Even if one day you really don’t want me, I still hope you’re well, safe and sound.”
With these words, Jiang Yao was somewhat stunned. When had her little ancestor become so magnanimous?
Even if she left, she hoped she would be well.
Never mind, “I can’t bear to leave, you’re so sweet, and can’t be without me, where could I go?”
Without her, Muyun would even cry upon waking up, how could she dare to go far?
“You’re right, I can’t be without you.”
Song Muyun, pressing against Jiang Yao’s chest, for the first time said unabashedly that she couldn’t be without her.
Jiang Yao’s mood suddenly lifted, lifting her from the bed into her arms, caressing her smooth, pale cheeks, and whispering comfortingly, “It’s okay, we won’t be separated.”
She thought Muyun’s nightmares were cured, but it seemed they weren’t.
It looks like she can’t let her sleep alone anymore, being trapped in nightmares is no good.
Jiang Yao was worried.
“Carry me to the soft couch, I still have to make the purse.”
Just after she had soothed her, she was already in a hurry to find something to do. Jiang Yao, while carrying her as instructed, couldn’t help but mutter, “What time is it, and you’re still thinking about your purse, you were just crying.”
After saying that, she touched the eyes that had cried red in her arms.
The eyes that were swollen from crying last night were even more so today.
Song Muyun buried her head in her arms and muttered, “I want to make the purse, it’s none of your business.”
Tsk, such a temper.
Spoiled more and more by her.
Jiang Yao adored her, never willing to get angry with her. Seeing this, she could only say, “Okay, okay, make your purse, I won’t bother with you.”
She put her down, turned to pick up her
embroidery basket to hand it to her, but Song Muyun snatched the basket away, ignoring her.
Jiang Yao didn’t know what she had done wrong. Just about to ask, she heard the young girl mutter, “Dare to ignore me, I’ll prick you with a needle while you sleep at night, hmph.”
Directly making her laugh, Jiang Yao poked her soft cheek, leaving a faint mark, “Wasn’t it you who said you didn’t need me to bother?”
Such a small figure, yet such a big temper.
Song Muyun, annoyed, pricked her fingertip with a needle, but before she could cry out in pain, Jiang Yao had already quickly taken that finger and gently sucked on it, frowning, blaming her for not being careful.
She murmured with her head down, “Even if I don’t want you to bother, you can’t really ignore me. Without you, I have nothing left.”
The young girl’s mood suddenly dropped, and Jiang Yao, pausing in licking her fingertip, stood up, pressing her head into her embrace, her handsome eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, “Can’t you tell I was joking? How could you take it seriously, when have I ever neglected you?”
Song Muyun looked up from her embrace, her features delicately beautiful, though her attitude was somewhat willful, like a spoiled and unreasonable young lady from some household, “Even joking, you shouldn’t say such things, you’ve really angered me.”
She gently twisted Jiang Yao’s arm, a force so slight it probably wouldn’t even leave a mark.
Truly, she was his own wife, so adorable.