Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Jiang Yao hurriedly held the person in his arms, not caring about the many people around, and asked with concern as he looked down, “What’s wrong, do you feel unwell?”
Song Muyun’s face was pale, her eyes filled with panic as she clenched her fists, looked up, and said with tears, “I just, I think I saw something bad, it scared me to death.”
Just at the moment she saw Murong Qing, many dark shadows flashed through her mind, all in the dungeon, with Murong Qing’s sinister smile, and her lying on the ground covered in wounds. But none of these… had actually happened.
The young girl was startled by the images that suddenly appeared in her mind, her eyes brimming with tears, looking pitifully at Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao frowned deeply, holding and soothing her, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here, what did you see?”
After Jiang Heng and Madam Jiang greeted their colleagues, they turned back to see Jiang Yao in such a state. Their mood had shifted from initial worry to calmness now; they thought their daughter wouldn’t listen to them anyway, she would only do as she wished, so why bother!
Let it be, let it be. When she faces obstacles herself, is rejected by the world, and receives strange looks, she will understand.
Jiang Heng thought to himself, and without giving Jiang Yao another look, walked towards the palace with great presence, one hand behind his back and the other in front.
Jiang Yao continued to ask Song Muyun what she saw.
Jiang Ru stood by, worriedly looking at Song Muyun. Jiang Huai initially wanted to leave, but seeing Murong Qing wanting to come over, for some reason felt compelled to stay. The young man’s tall figure stood to one side, looking somewhat reliable at this moment.
Murong Qing had been paying attention to them and naturally noticed something was off with Song Muyun’s demeanor. He frowned, about to walk over, yet stopped himself.
Then, angrily flicking his sleeves, he thought, it was Song Muyun who chose Jiang Yao. Everything now was her own doing!
He, a noble prince, why should he care for a criminal’s daughter?
Murong Qing’s gaze swept over them coldly, just one glance, then immediately resumed his usual scholarly facade before turning away.
They were talking at the palace entrance, attracting much attention. When Song Muyun noticed many people looking over, she hurriedly lowered her head to hide her extremely panicked expression.
Then she whispered, “Jiang Yao, as soon as I saw Murong Qing, the images from my dreams flashed through my mind, and it hurt terribly.”
Seeing Murong Qing reminds her of those nightmarish scenes?
Damn that Murong Qing, truly bad luck.
Jiang Yao barely suppressed the anger in his heart, lifted his hand to cover Song Muyun’s eyes, and whispered soothingly, “Then don’t look at him, just look at me, that’s enough, understand?”
“You can look at me too, I’ll accompany Muyun… sister-in-law to chat!”
Jiang Ru hurriedly joined in, almost blurting out “sister” but caught herself in time, ending up calling her sister-in-law instead.
Jiang Huai didn’t say anything, just kept staring at Murong Qing until he entered, then spoke, “Alright, the Seventh Prince has left, we’ve been delayed so long, our parents are out of sight.”
The young man muttered quietly, and Song Muyun, comforted by the two sisters devoted to protecting her, upon hearing Jiang Huai’s complaint, frowned slightly, full of apology, “I’m sorry, it was my fault for the delay.”
Jiang Yao, without waiting for her to scold her brother, Jiang Huai already understood her look and proactively spoke, “It’s not your fault. I blame that Murong Qing for standing in the wrong place, geez, so annoying.”
What did Jiang Ru call this Sister Song just now?
Sister-in-law!
Upon hearing this title, Jiang Huai showed respect.
He had been thinking for a long time about what kind of person could win over his sister. Now, this person has appeared.
Not the rough and tough man he had imagined, but a gentle, weak woman with a tragic family background. He saw his sister caring for and listening to her.
It was truly a sight to behold. Years of being dominated by his sister’s tyranny told him that if he treated this “sister-in-law” well, he would never be bullied by his sister again.
At this moment, Jiang Huai’s attitude towards Song Muyun was unprecedentedly kind, even offering a seemingly innocent smile.
Song Muyun felt a warm flow in her heart and quickly lowered her head, saying, “Thank you.”
“What’s there to thank for? You are his sister-in-law, he should stand by you. Besides, what he said is true, Murong Qing standing there just gets in our way.”
“Jiang Yao~”
Song Muyun’s voice was soft and moving, though she only spoke a few ordinary words in her support, huh, the young girl is at an age easily touched by small favors.
Jiang Yao rubbed her head, his voice tinged with indulgence, “Alright, let’s go in.”
“Okay.”
She led her wife, along with her two siblings, into the palace.
The palace corridor was deep and long. Along the way, Jiang Yao repeatedly asked Song Muyun if she was tired, thirsty, or wanted a hug.
Song Muyun blushed and refused each time.
Jiang Ru was already accustomed to this, but Jiang Huai was increasingly shocked. His sister also had such a gentle day?
It was unbelievable.
The banquet was held in the palace hall, and Jiang Yao led them in. The prime minister coldly reserved seats for them, showing no warmth upon their arrival.
Song Muyun, somewhat nervous, clung to Jiang Yao’s arm. Jiang Yao, in turn, held her hand tightly, squeezing it to reassure her.
Then, coquettishly complaining to the prime minister, “Dad, why so fierce? Muyun is scared by you.”
Song Muyun looked rather timid. Jiang Heng glanced at Song Muyun, seeing her indeed pale, his expression finally softened a bit, nodding slightly to her to indicate his stern look was not aimed at her.
The young girl promptly sat up straight, slightly lowering her gaze, properly greeting, “Uncle Jiang, Aunt Jiang.”
Jiang Heng nodded, “Hmm, you’re with Jiang Yao, no need to be too formal.”
Liang Qingyin also gently said, “If there’s anything you want to eat, let Jiang Yao get it for you.”
“Thank you very much, Uncle and Aunt.”
Song Muyun was somewhat overwhelmed by their kindness, hurriedly thanking them.
She thought that after knowing about her and Jiang Yao, Uncle and Aunt Jiang would dislike her, but unexpectedly, they were still so gentle…
Song Muyun’s eyes welled up, feeling like crying, but she held back.
She couldn’t always cry, embarrassing Jiang Yao in front of so many young ladies and gentlemen. She had already embarrassed Jiang Yao at the palace gate.
That was a moment of uncontrollable panic
, but now she must control herself.
Jiang Yao held Song Muyun’s hand tighter, placing a piece of pastry on her plate, and said, “The Seventh Prince is directly opposite you, don’t look that way, he brings bad luck. You’ve been having nightmares these days, I’ll ask the Eighth Prince to have the imperial physician examine you when we get back, don’t worry, it must be the nightmares affecting you.”
Song Muyun nodded lightly, “Okay, I’m not afraid, as long as you’re with me, I’m not afraid.”
She wasn’t afraid, Jiang Yao would protect her.
Jiang Yao then patted Song Muyun’s fluffy head, feeling somewhat worried inside. The long-gone nightmare disorder reemerged, unsettling her, as if something big was about to happen.
She nervously held Song Muyun’s hand, avoiding letting her look at Murong Qing. Murong Qing, seated slightly higher up, could stare until his eyes burst, but he couldn’t get Song Muyun to look back, only receiving a cold and slightly dangerous glance from Jiang Yao.
And the other Jiang family members, a girl and a boy, dared to look up and glare at him?
Why offend him for a mere Song Muyun, for Jiang Yao’s affection?
The emperor, arriving just before the banquet started, looked less spirited than during the autumn hunt, with the eldest prince and the ninth prince missing from the princes’ seats.
It was said that the eldest prince had been severely ill recently, frequently sending for the imperial physician and even requesting to see the emperor.
But the emperor remained unyielding and refused to see him.
Soon after, the emperor fell ill and has yet to recover.
Jiang Yao looked towards the emperor sitting with the empress at the highest place, his face pale and spirit wilted, feeling a storm approaching.
…
After the spring banquet, the new year began. The streets were filled with joy, everyone dressed in new clothes, walking around the capital, all very happy, except in the Jiang household, where Jiang Yao was not very happy.
Muyun’s nightmares had worsened, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night, sometimes unconsciously clinging to her so tightly she almost suffocated, and sometimes crying secretly in her dreams. This left Jiang Yao in a daze, both pained and clueless on how to help her. She had invited a basketful of so-called divine physicians, all to no avail.
So much for divine physicians, damn quacks.
Jiang Yao’s commotion was not small, and as time went on, Jiang Huai and Liang Qingyin had no choice but to accept the relationship between Jiang Yao and Song Muyun. Seeing her worried every day, they couldn’t help but use their influence to find a doctor who specialized in treating nightmare disorders for Song Muyun.
One after another, doctors came for the high reward offered by the Jiang family, only to leave in failure. Jiang Yao’s face darkened, her only option was to accompany Song Muyun as much as possible, as she always felt a bit better with her around.
…
Recently, Muyun was not in good spirits, so Jiang Yao left her to rest at home while she was called to the prince’s mansion by the Eighth Prince.
Then she received terrible news.
The Song family, Song Muyun’s exiled mother, had fallen seriously ill. The place of exile was bitterly cold, without even herbs available, and her condition worsened over time, now on the verge of death.
Recently, Murong Ci had been persuading the emperor to issue a decree allowing the wronged Song family members to return to the capital. Finally, obtaining the imperial decree, the people sent to the border brought back shocking news. Jiang Yao was stunned upon hearing it.
She had hoped the news about the Song family would cheer up the young girl, but now…
Should she still tell her?
Murong Ci looked at Jiang Yao with a hint of sympathy, “The Song family will soon be brought back by the people sent by Father Emperor. You should think carefully about how to tell your wife.”
Since Jiang Yao consistently referred to Song Muyun as “my wife,” Murong Ci also followed suit, because he noticed that every time he referred to Song Muyun as “your wife” in front of Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao would be very pleased.
Jiang Yao didn’t even know how she left the prince’s mansion. Stepping outside, the wind blew, and she felt her legs go weak. She dared not share this news with A-Yun, thinking to herself, why is A-Yun’s fate so hard?
Author’s Note:
Busy with a wedding all day, and my shoes were rubbing QAQ. I wrote 3,000 words today. If I have time tomorrow to add more, I will; if not, then I won’t. The tone is still sweet, focusing on sweet stories for a hundred years, even after rebirth, it won’t be too harsh.