Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 73
Chapter 73
Song Muyun paid close attention to the affairs of the court, almost asking Jiang Yao daily if anything significant had occurred.
Jiang Yao, a profligate, knew nothing about it and had no choice but to ask her father every day.
Her father, annoyed to the point of headache, was almost at the brink of writing “Jiang Yao and dogs not allowed” on the study’s door.
The case was delayed in progress, and Jiang Heng always told Jiang Yao to go back and wait, not to rush. Little did he know, it was not Jiang Yao who was anxious, but Song Muyun.
After all, that little girl was so well-behaved.
Once again returning with a gloomy face, Song Muyun was standing at the entrance of the courtyard looking out. As soon as she saw Jiang Yao coming back, her eyes lit up, “Jiang Yao.”
She called out, then flew to Jiang Yao’s side like a butterfly, asking her, “What did the Prime Minister say? Is there any progress in the case?”
She was indeed anxious, even wishing she could sneak into the prince’s mansion at night and assassinate Murong Qing herself.
After all, she had already died once and did not cherish her life.
But…
Song Muyun looked at the person beside her who was gently persuading her not to worry.
Let’s wait a bit longer. The Prime Minister is a good official and will help her. She didn’t care about her own life, but Jiang Yao had given so much for her, treated her so well. If she died, Jiang Yao would definitely be very sad.
She couldn’t be too impulsive.
“In a few days, there should be progress. My father hinted at me. Some things are inconvenient to disclose. Can you wait a bit longer?”
Jiang Yao raised her hand, rubbing Song Muyun’s head.
Song Muyun, thinking of the Song family, couldn’t stop her, appearing quite obedient at this moment.
She didn’t want to be so anxious either, but she couldn’t stand to see Murong Qing living a carefree life.
Why should the Song family fall, while Murong Qing could still be his high and mighty prince?
That day, seeing her ancestor looking worried, Jiang Yao felt pity and suggested they go out for a walk.
Though the ancestor was preoccupied with the Song family’s innocence and was downhearted, she did not refuse Jiang Yao’s suggestion, only telling her not to hug and cuddle outside, to avoid embarrassment.
Jiang Yao, thick-skinned, didn’t see the embarrassment in it, but since it was mentioned, she reluctantly agreed with drooping brows and eyes.
The two went out without a carriage, just walking on the road to clear their minds, just like before.
Many images flashed through Song Muyun’s mind, all of Jiang Yao and her going out shopping together, with her smiling charmingly in front, and Jiang Yao following helplessly behind.
They had many beautiful pasts together.
The more Song Muyun interacted with Jiang Yao, the more she couldn’t help feeling jealous. Why could she have someone to protect her like this, and she didn’t?
Why…
Aren’t they the same person?
Song Muyun felt somewhat unfair, occasionally finding Jiang Yao displeasing to the eye, deliberately getting angry to provoke her to coax herself. Jiang Yao had a very good temper, even better than in her dreams, always indulging her, willing to do anything to make her happy.
“Xiaoyun’er, do you want to eat candied hawthorn?”
Jiang Yao suddenly called out loudly, and Song Muyun looked up to see her holding a bright red candied hawthorn, paying for it.
Song Muyun walked over, slightly pushing her, “I didn’t even say I wanted to eat it, and you bought it.”
“If you want to eat, eat. If not, I’ll eat it.”
She spoke with an extremely doting tone, and Song Muyun was momentarily distracted, until the candied hawthorn was placed in her hand, then she lowered her head to look at it, and after a moment, said
softly, “Don’t you dislike sweets?”
“Yeah, that’s true, but you also dislike wasting, right?”
Her fairy at home paid great attention to this, always forbidding her from being wasteful. The dishes ordered outside must also be finished, otherwise, she would be unhappy.
Song Muyun felt a warmth in her heart; she couldn’t argue with Jiang Yao, always easily cheered up by a word or two from her.
“Let’s walk a bit more. I’ll take you to the newly opened Mandarin Duck Restaurant for dinner tonight, okay?”
A new Mandarin Duck Restaurant opened in the capital, on the East Street. Mandarin Duck, just by the name, it sounds like a place for young couples.
Though they were wives, it was not much different; in any case, they were to spend a lifetime together.
Song Muyun had a miserable previous life and rarely went out, so she had never heard of this Mandarin Duck Restaurant. Hearing about it, her eyes brightened, and she immediately agreed, “Okay!”
Jiang Yao raised her hand to touch her soft head but was dodged by her. Just a second ago, her eyes were somewhat joyful, but the next second, they turned to complaints, “Don’t mess up my hairpin, it’s not good if someone sees it.”
Previously, Jiang Yao only thought Jiang Ru was a bit old-fashioned, but later found out, her wife was too.
Always worried about being seen by others, being careful everywhere, maintaining a graceful demeanor.
Alright, Jiang Yao obediently withdrew her hand, no longer messing up her hair, but she didn’t hold her
hand either.
Because the always capricious young lady suddenly remembered, she promised Song Muyun not to hug and cuddle her outside.
Now, Yun’er was not familiar with her, and it indeed made people uncomfortable to always hug her.
Jiang Yao’s expression was indifferent, looking ahead.
Song Muyun saw this and couldn’t help feeling uneasy, wondering if she was angry because she wouldn’t let her touch her?
That would be too petty.
Just as she hesitated whether to say a few nice words to Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao spoke, “The pastry shop ahead has opened. I’ll take you to buy some.”
Her girl loved sweets.
Jiang Yao said, walking ahead, and Song Muyun immediately followed, hesitantly wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.
Actually… her hand felt empty. Before, it was always carefully held, as if afraid she would get lost.
“What do you want to eat?”
Jiang Yao stopped in front of the pastry shop, turning back to ask Song Muyun.
This shop was open for evening business, so it opened late, and the opening time was not fixed. Jiang Yao was the first to see it open and the first to buy.
“Up to you.”
Song Muyun seemed uninterested, but she used to love eating this.
Jiang Yao frowned slightly and bought some according to her preferences, had them packed, and continued to stroll.
The little girl’s mood inexplicably fell again, and Jiang Yao, puzzled, could only coax her on the way,
“Why are you unhappy now? Don’t want to eat pastries?”
Song Muyun sulked and didn’t speak, looking down at her hands in front of her belly, refusing to lift her eyelids.
Jiang Yao could only guess, seeing she didn’t respond, and said, “If you don’t want to eat, don’t eat. I’ll eat it. Do you still want the candied hawthorn?”
Song Muyun paused, her eyebrows and eyes drooping further, now even the pastries were gone.
Why was she like this, not knowing to ask a few more times?
What Song Muyun didn’t say was, during these days of rebirth, she had already gotten used to being held in someone’s arms and walking around.
She was used to Jiang Yao’s warmth, her dominance.
She was used to being controlled by her, with no room to struggle.
Because she knew, no matter what, Jiang Yao would not hurt her.
The little girl pursed her lips, holding the candied hawthorn tighter, and then heard Jiang Yao say, “If
you don’t want to eat the candied hawthorn, give it to me.”
Song Muyun: …
Suddenly looking up and glaring at Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao: …
She didn’t have to eat it if she wanted to, just say it if you want to eat it, making such a fuss.
She raised her hands in surrender, looking particularly helpless, “Alright, alright, do you want to eat it? If you want to eat, just eat it. Am I going to fight you for it? Do you still want the pastries?”
Jiang Yao asked again.
Song Muyun dared not respond, fearing she really wouldn’t let her eat, so she said sullenly, “Yes.”
“Just say it directly, wouldn’t I let you eat?”
Jiang Yao raised her eyebrows, carrying the pastries ahead, wanting to take her for another stroll.
However, after walking a few steps, there was no movement behind her. Turning back, she saw Muyun still standing in the distance.
She was stunned, hurried back to fetch her, “Why aren’t you walking? Are you tired? Should I carry… should I hire a carriage for you?”
She dared not carry her precious treasure, who had been brought up with strict rules and manners, in public, lest she get glared at again.
Although Song Muyun didn’t want Jiang Yao to carry her, hiring a carriage seemed too troublesome. She started walking again, murmuring, “Who asked you to hire a carriage? I didn’t say I wouldn’t walk.”
Jiang Yao was startled, not knowing why she suddenly improved, but at least she was coaxed. She laughed and caught up, grabbing Song Muyun’s hand, but the next moment let go, only to say with a smiling face,
“Wait for me, why are you walking so fast…”
Before she could finish, the rest of her words were swallowed up, because a soft and delicate hand immediately followed her release, grabbing her hand. The little girl took the initiative for once, the blush on her white earlobes not fading.
Jiang Yao immediately understood her saying one thing but meaning another.
Both Muyuns in this aspect were very similar, both saying something different from what they thought.
She said not to touch her, but actually wanted it in her heart. No wonder she was unhappy just now.
Jiang Yao secretly laughed in her heart but dared not show it, pretending not to know and silently tightened her grip on Muyun’s hand.
The two walked in unusual silence and harmony. Song Muyun, fearing Jiang Yao would laugh at her for taking the initiative to hold her hand, tensed up, but noticing Jiang Yao just holding her without
intending to speak, her heart relaxed, and her eyes gleamed with joy.
She said nothing, just strolling with Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao felt comfortable, her ancestor by her side not causing any trouble, letting her lead, accompanying her for an afternoon.
Finally, when they reached the East Street where the Mandarin Duck Restaurant was located, Jiang Yao
shook their intertwined hands, slightly turning her head to say, “Shall we have dinner?”
However, Song Muyun stopped, her gaze falling not far away, her voice cooling, “It’s the Seventh Prince’s carriage.”
???
To recognize the Seventh Prince’s carriage so well, Jiang Yao felt a surge of jealousy, but it quickly dissipated. After all, once she took a closer look, she could see there was not a trace of joy in Muyun’s eyes, only deep-seated hatred.
Two people descended from the carriage of the Seventh Prince’s mansion—Seventh Prince Murong Qing and the young lady of Chengguo Duke’s Mansion, Li Xiting.
Li Xiting was also pretty, appearing very weak and harmless, her eyes shyly falling on Murong Qing.
Jiang Yao squinted, her hand being squeezed tightly, intending to suggest eating somewhere else, when
Murong Qing and his future princess consort noticed them.
Author’s note:
Murong Qing is about to be finished, finally!
Too tired, will update tomorrow. Went for a physical examination today, nothing serious.