Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 79

Chapter 79

The young girl was almost crying in desperation. She didn’t think now was a good time to confess everything. With Jiang Yao being so angry with her, if she found out she wasn’t who she claimed to be, she would surely drive her away.

Just the thought of being loathed and disliked, perhaps even being told to leave and to return her beloved woman back, was unbearably painful.

It was so uncomfortable.

Tears, clear and sparkling, fell from the eyes of the beloved girl, as she cried, her nose turning red and her eyelids swelling.

Jiang Yao softened a bit seeing her cry, pursed her lips, but felt that she couldn’t just forgive her easily, or there would be a next time. So, she tried to look more fierce, glaring at her, “What kind of temperament is this, crying at the drop of a hat?”

Song Muyun tried her best to shake her head, wanting to say that wasn’t the case, she wasn’t like this. But as soon as she spoke, it turned into a sobbing tone, and in the end, she couldn’t say anything, only standing with her arms open towards Jiang Yao.

It was a gesture asking for a hug.

A frail and delicate girl, wanting her to hug her.

Jiang Yao hadn’t even started asking questions, and she was so tight-lipped, refusing to say anything, yet still wanting a hug.

Tsk.

Forget it, considering her past miseries, she should be nicer to her.

Just after being cold and hard for a few minutes, upon seeing Song Muyun’s pitiful look, Jiang Yao sighed deeply, admitted defeat, approached, and opened her arms to embrace Song Muyun, allowing the always tearful young girl to cry in her embrace.

She didn’t make a sound, maintaining her fierce appearance on the surface.

It was still early spring, the wind outside knocking against the door from time to time. Who knows how long the person in her arms cried, finally stopping the whimpering sobs, then lifting her eyes to see Jiang Yao’s fierce and hard look, and got scared into crying again, her slender shoulders sobbing.

Jiang Yao was baffled, only knowing that the person in her arms had just stopped crying, and then started crying even louder.

After a moment, she started to comfort her in a fluster, “Don’t cry, why are you crying again, don’t cry, don’t cry, oh my, I really can’t with you, let me wipe your tears, wipe them, what’s there to cry about, you don’t trust me that much?”

She asked, actually feeling somewhat hurt to see her preferring to cry rather than say a word of truth.

As she spoke, her voice fell lower, just coldly wiping her tears. Song Muyun looked up hesitantly, holding Jiang Yao’s hand that was wiping her tears, and bit her lip, shaking her head, her eyes misty with tears, “No, it’s not like that, it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just…”

She hesitated again, Jiang Yao took out a clean handkerchief to wipe the tear stains on her face. Song Muyun held Jiang Yao’s sleeve tightly, hearing her say softly, “If you don’t want to say it, then forget it. Go drink some tea and rest.”

It was just a bit colder than before, not as fierce as just now, but Song Muyun couldn’t take it anymore. She was hesitating and didn’t dare to speak, but now she grabbed Jiang Yao, not letting her go, crying and saying she wanted to tell her.

The two sat side by side on the soft couch, the young girl with her head lowered, still looking timid. Jiang Yao poured her a cup of tea, seeing her like this, not knowing what she was afraid of.

“Just say it, you are my wife, I can’t just ignore you. If I hadn’t gone today, do you know what would have happened? Murong Chun would have tried his best to defend himself, the Ministry of Justice would have investigated, and if it led to you, what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to save you?”

Then the only option would be rebellion, but if she dared to rebel, her father would be the first to scold her to death.

Song Muyun’s frightened heart was soothed by her increasingly gentle words. After a moment, she lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears, biting the inside of her lip, “Jiang Yao, if I tell you everything, will you still treat me the same?”

Why would she ask that?

Jiang Yao stiffened, could she have done something even worse than killing a prince?

That moment, she even prepared her last words, only to see Song Muyun’s eyelashes flutter, her red lips slightly parting, the first sentence was, “I am not your wife.”

Jiang Yao hadn’t reacted yet, asking subconsciously, “Then who are you?”

After asking, she realized she might be about to reveal her origins.

It was her narrow-mindedness. It turns out her little Yun’er trusted her so much, even willing to share such bizarre incidents of traveling back in time with her, look at what she had been saying!

Hearing her question, Song Muyun’s eyes flickered, but she still confessed through gritted teeth, “I am not the person you love, I am a lone soul from another world. In the place where I lived, without you to protect me, I was humiliated and deceived by Murong Qing, he killed my entire family, and also killed me, so I wanted to kill him with my own hands.”

This was her biggest secret. If someone else did the killing, it wouldn’t resolve the knot in her heart. She wanted to do it herself, personally send Murong Qing on his way.

After speaking, Song Muyun tightly closed her eyes, as if waiting for judgment, but only waited for Jiang Yao urging her to drink some tea to moisten her throat and continue.

The young girl opened her eyes in surprise, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress, the corner of her blue long dress becoming wrinkled.

“You, you’re not surprised?”

Song Muyun asked, with pure confusion in her eyes.

Jiang Yao glanced at her lightly, drinking tea, “What’s there for me to be surprised about, I already knew.”

!!!

Song Muyun’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You, you knew already? How did you know…”

Her voice trailed off, full of confusion.

Jiang Yao hummed twice, somewhat proudly, “How could I not know what my own wife is like? Do you think I’m stupid?”

Song Muyun was stunned. She didn’t think Jiang Yao was stupid, but who would have thought she’d be so sharp? How did she guess?

Are she and that her really that different?

No wonder she never touches me, so it was like this…

Song Muyun lowered her head, feeling somewhat despondent, a faint sadness spreading.

Jiang Yao frowned, watching her for a moment, then moved to sit beside Song Muyun, lifting her into her arms, her voice carrying an imperceptible soothing tone, “What are you thinking about, continue speaking.”

Held in her embrace, Song

Muyun looked up at her, her eyes shimmering vulnerably, as if they would shatter upon touch, she asked, “Knowing I’m not her, why do you still treat me so well?”

“You’re not her, but you are also her.”

Jiang Yao rubbed the soft back of the girl’s head, asking, “Is your name not Song Muyun?”

The young girl nodded dumbly, then she asked, “Is your father not Song Yunqian?”

The young girl continued to nod.

Jiang Yao finally asked, “Was your father also wronged and killed by Murong Qing?”

The young girl nodded as energetically as a pecking chicken.

“Muyun was the same, you match in every aspect, then aren’t you Muyun? You and she are the same person, just with different experiences, but in my heart, it’s like that.”

Jiang Yao hugged her, and at some point, had sat her on her lap.

Even though she had just done something to make Jiang Yao very angry, Jiang Yao was still coaxing her, pampering her.

Song Muyun clung to Jiang Yao’s clothes, refusing to let go, gripping tightly.

Her vision gradually blurred, wanting to say something, but suddenly unable to utter a word, only knowing to lean dumbly against Jiang Yao, not allowing her to dodge.

If she dodged, she would use a pitiful gaze to look at her.

Jiang Yao had no choice but to open her arms to let her in, then hugged her tightly, her face helpless, “What else is there, since you’ve said so much, just finish it.”

Nestled in the warm embrace, Song Muyun thought of that matter, her heart tightening, her tone also very cautious, testing her, “If I say everything, will you be angry, if I did something very excessive, hurting you, will you ignore me, drive me away?”

She was actually very afraid, afraid that after revealing everything, Jiang Yao would ignore her. How could she forgive her for causing the death of Jiang Yao’s entire family?

Jiang Yao guessed what it was, pondering for a moment, said, “I will be angry, but I won’t ignore you, nor will I drive you away.”

Yun’er is also pitiful, but she wanted to know what she was thinking. How could such a kind and soft person bear to let so many people from the Jiang family die?

With the promise, Song Muyun felt a bit more settled, finally slowly beginning to speak, “I am a lone soul from another world, also named Song Muyun. The only difference between me and her here is that she met you, you gave her everything, but I had nothing.”

“Murong Qing schemed to kill the entire Song family, my father, mother, second uncle, third uncle, second aunt, third aunt, several younger brothers and sisters all died. He even deceived me, saying they provoked ruffians and were beaten to death…”

Song Muyun spoke painfully, word by word, the corners of her eyes reddening, her nose sniffing, Jiang Yao silently hugged her tighter, then heard her say, “The Song family were all scholars, the most reasonable, they wouldn’t cause trouble with others, I know.”

Jiang Yao was silent, she knew too.

“Murong Qing caused me such harm, I don’t want to let him go, I want to kill him with my own hands, but these hands stained with blood are no longer clean… I’m afraid you’ll despise me.”

The young girl’s eyes were tearful as she looked at Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao hurriedly reassured her, saying she wouldn’t despise her, absolutely not, before finally calming her down.

Song Muyun continued to speak, finally getting to the point, “I, I have done many wrong things.”

“Such as?”

“Jiang Yao, I caused the death of the Jiang family.”

She bit her lip, lowered her head, afraid to see any trace of disgust on Jiang Yao’s face, which she couldn’t bear.

“Reason?”

The voice came from above her head, indifferent, revealing no emotion.

She didn’t know if Jiang Yao was angry, but she was afraid and had to continue, “Jiang Huai always bullied me before, locking me in his courtyard to work, letting everyone bully me together. Sometimes when he was scolded by the prime minister, scolded by you, in a bad mood, he would beat me, humiliate me with Murong Qing, I, I don’t like him. Murong Qing gave me a locked box, asking me to place it in Jiang Huai’s room. If it was discovered, it would be a moderate crime, Jiang Huai would go to prison. I just wanted to punish Jiang Huai, I didn’t expect it to be evidence of the Jiang family’s treason and betrayal. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to harm everyone in the Jiang family.”

She hugged Jiang Yao, her tone as sincere as ever, with a hint of crying.

Jiang Yao thought to herself, so that’s how it is. Aside from being cold to Jiang Huai, the young girl was exceptionally respectful to her parents, it seems she was telling the truth.

Then, “What did Jiang Huai use to beat you?”

Song Muyun finally calmed down in her consistently gentle voice, whispering, “He used a whip, sometimes when he was really angry, he would also throw tea cups, it hurt so much.”

She felt herself being hugged even tighter, almost unable to breathe, but she didn’t feel the slightest displeasure, she was very happy, very happy, having voiced the thoughts that had been pressing on her heart, yet not being let go, abandoned to one side.

Jiang Yao was angry that she believed Murong Qing, but also pitied her for being bullied by that wretch Jiang Huai, her heart gritting her teeth, but her voice gently soothing, “It’s okay, he doesn’t dare now, from now on you can bully him too, you are his sister-in-law, you can bully him however you want, whip him a few times and he won’t dare say anything, hmm?”

“What if he doesn’t listen to me?”

“If he doesn’t listen, you beat him, he wouldn’t dare to fight back.”

Jiang Yao had always intimidated Jiang Huai since they were young, it was only during those few years she was away that Jiang Huai had a few good days, playing with his friends, causing trouble, acting like a king. As long as Jiang Yao was there, the family had to listen to her.

“Mm, okay.”

Song Muyun knew she was going to leave, she wouldn’t be able to bully Jiang Huai in the future, but she was still happy about the promise made to her.

A shallow smile spread across her lips.

She told Jiang Yao a lot, a lot more, about how she agreed to marry Murong Qing to save her family, how after learning that Murong Qing had killed them, she had been lurking around Murong Qing, wanting him to pay with his life.

The first time she took action, she was discovered, only injuring Murong Qing’s shoulder, she was locked up in the dungeon by Murong Qing, punished day and night, a place without sunlight

, she kept trying to please Murong Qing, then attempted to assassinate him, but never succeeded.

At this point, she frowned, a flash of panic in her eyes, clutching Jiang Yao’s arm, then looking up, “Is Murong Qing dead, could he still be alive?”

She was afraid that if Murong Qing wasn’t dead, her efforts would have been in vain.

Thinking of the prince who died in the palace, Jiang Yao sighed deeply, actually feeling a bit regretful, she should have thrown Murong Qing into a well, it would have taken longer for him to be discovered.

“Don’t worry, I checked, he’s thoroughly dead.”

She could have never imagined, Muyun asking her to teach her how to use a dagger, was actually for the purpose of assassinating a prince, so daring, infuriatingly so, but her past life was so tragic, Jiang Yao couldn’t bring herself to be angry with her.

She had always been bullied by Murong Qing, hating him was justified.

She thought the life they lived together in her dreams, happily, was the ending. It turns out it wasn’t, in the end, the outcome was so tragic, she died at the hands of Murong Qing.

If she hadn’t had that dream, their lives would probably end up just like her experience, step by step towards the abyss.

Fortunately, now everything is different, Murong Qing’s death is a turning point, isn’t it?

Now that he’s dead, she just hopes they haven’t left any clues.

Jiang Yao sighed internally, one after another.

Song Muyun nestled in her arms, her emotions fluctuating greatly, feeling very tired, and somewhat relieved, but her voice sounded weak, “Good that he’s dead.”

After speaking, she snuggled into Jiang Yao’s chest, no longer speaking.

She was sleepy.

Jiang Yao also asked almost everything, although she caused their family to die unjustly in another world, in the end, the most to blame were Murong Qing and Jiang Huai. And the temple abbot said, once she disperses her resentment, she will leave. Forget it, she won’t be angry with her anymore, she still needs to pamper her a bit.

“Sleep if you’re sleepy, I’m here.”

Song Muyun responded softly, closed her eyes, and truly fell asleep.

With the person sleeping in her arms, Jiang Yao couldn’t move much, fortunately, she had hidden a not-so-decent picture book under the soft couch, now was a good time to take it out for a look.

The picture book was very interesting, she was engrossed in it, time flew by quickly, Song Muyun unknowingly woke up, initially sleepy, but then, looking at Jiang Yao’s slightly sharp chin, she gradually became awake, memories flooding back, just about to speak, her gaze fell on the picture book.

A naked woman stood under a tree, pressed down by a woman in neat clothes, that hand, seemed to be reaching towards a mysterious and hidden place.

Song Muyun saw clearly what it was, her cheeks instantly turning red, Jiang Yao, how could Jiang Yao be looking at this, so naturally, must have been looking at it before, she, doesn’t she feel ashamed?

The young girl couldn’t take it, suddenly stretching out her hand, unexpectedly snatched the picture book, hiding it in her embrace, her cheeks flushed, her gaze uncertain but also with a hint of shyness, coyly said, “You, how can you look at this kind of thing, no more looking.”

Jiang Yao, caught off guard for the first time someone snatched something from her hands, was a bit stunned, by the time she reacted to her saying no more looking, she immediately refused, arguing with reason, “Why not look, isn’t this drawn for people to see?”

“This, this is obscene material! Anyway, you’re not allowed to look!”

Whether it was any ancestor, they didn’t like her looking at picture books, oh heavens, oh earth, why can’t this picture book be looked at? Whether it’s heterosexual love or homosexual love, it’s all natural, why avoid it?

Jiang Yao’s lips quivered, unwilling to agree, this was her source of happiness!

Song Muyun, who was very clingy and obedient before sleeping, suddenly became assertive, holding the picture book, refusing to let go, not letting her look, her face and neck’s blush never faded.

“You, you shouldn’t look at this kind of thing, looking too much is not good.”

Seeing her silent, the young girl started to softly reason, Jiang Yao unconvinced and indignant, “Where is it not good?!”

Song Muyun had never seen such things, naturally shy and reticent, Jiang Yao really asked her where it was not good, she couldn’t articulate it, only lowering her head tightly holding the picture book.

Seeing her like this, it seemed she wouldn’t get the picture book back today.

Jiang Yao looked longingly at the blue-covered book in Song Muyun’s arms, heartbroken, but still very magnanimous, “Forget it, if you want it, take it, I won’t fight with you, not fighting with you, okay?”

Actually, she really wanted it, but she couldn’t say.

Song Muyun was even more embarrassed, hitting her chest twice, “Who, who wants this kind of thing, I don’t want it!”

She wouldn’t look at such obscene materials, only Jiang Yao likes to look, why does Jiang Yao like to look, she seems so serious…

“Do you not want it then give it back to me?”

Jiang Yao tentatively asked.

She was refused again.

Song Muyun firmly held the picture book, “No, you can’t have it either. I’ll throw it away. You’re not allowed to look at these things. If you want to look at something, just read the Four Books and Five Classics or the essays of famous scholars!”

Jiang Yao: …

You’re really speaking without understanding the pain, do I look like someone who would read that kind of stuff?

“Don’t want it, then you look at it yourself.”

She also refused very cleanly and decisively.

Song Muyun got a bit anxious, huffing softly, “I really don’t know why you want to look at these obscene things, they’re not good-looking at all!”

She emphasized the last sentence.

“I think they’re good-looking, that’s enough. Why do you care?”

Jiang Yao refused to listen, embarrassing Song Muyun almost to the point of burrowing into her embrace. Just the thought of the undressed women in the book, their smooth and round shoulders, their lofty breasts, and that hand moving downwards, made Song Muyun’s body flush with pink.

It was broad daylight, outside, how could they dare? What if someone found out?

Song Muyun dared not think further, even momentarily imagining herself in that situation, which was terrifying. How could she do such a thing? She was from a scholarly family, a lady of high standing; bedroom affairs naturally should only happen in the bedroom.

Clinging to Jiang Yao’s neck, Song Muyun’s soft, cool face pressed against her shoulder, coquettishly whining, “Can you not look, please? Let’s both not look, what’s there to see.”

Jiang Yao still wanted to look, but she was afraid the young girl would make a fuss. Even though she really wanted to, she didn’t say it out loud, just compromising, “Okay okay okay, won’t look, won’t look, you say not to look then we won’t look.”

She resignedly embraced her, remembering the seventh prince who died tragically in the palace, the unconscious crown prince, and reminded her, “You left your name on a note, the emperor will summon you to inquire, don’t slip up then.”

“Mm, I know.”

Song Muyun softly agreed, thinking to herself, if it was discovered, she would just crash to her death, never implicating the Jiang residence.

But… then the woman Jiang Yao truly loved would also be dead, no, she couldn’t die.

She finally found someone who truly loved her, Jiang Yao really liked her, if she died, what would Jiang Yao do?

She then realized, behind her crude plan, there were so many worries waiting for her.

Song Muyun felt some regret, she shouldn’t have acted without consulting Jiang Yao. If this matter was exposed, the Jiang family would definitely be implicated, what then?

How could she face the Prime Minister and Madam Jiang?

They were so kind to her, so caring, and this person…

“Why are your hands so cold?”

Jiang Yao, at some point, touched her hand, frowning and rubbing it.

Song Muyun’s body trembled slightly, reciprocally holding Jiang Yao’s hand, “If I, implicate the Jiang family, what if the emperor targets the Jiang family?”

“Don’t think too much, with the Jiang family’s current status in the hearts of the people, the emperor won’t act. If you are found out, at most, you will die alone.”

Seeing Song Muyun about to sigh in relief, Jiang Yao coldly huffed, “But as your beloved, how could I let you face death alone? If you die, I’ll accompany you. Living alone is meaningless to me.”

She spoke very seriously, Song Muyun suddenly looked up in disbelief, and immediately objected, “No, what does this have to do with you? I don’t want you to accompany me!”

She was truly frightened. It was one thing for her to die, but if Jiang Yao, such a good person, was implicated because of her, she would be inexcusably guilty.

Jiang Yao hummed, not taking her words seriously, instead deliberately provoking her, “I will accompany, and you can’t control me.”

At this moment, Song Muyun was truly frustrated.

She dared not die, dared not show any hint of being the one who killed Murong Qing. If discovered, she was doomed to die, and after her death, Jiang Yao might also follow…

Song Muyun looked lost, full of helplessness, only insisting Jiang Yao must not die.

Jiang Yao, carefree, seemingly not intending to listen, angered Song Muyun to no end, then got off her and angrily sat on a chair.

Jiang Yao rubbed her own legs, her tone somewhat frivolous, “You’ve sat here so long, you’ve numbed my legs.”

Song Muyun pursed her lips, turning her head away, “It’s your fault for not waking me up.”

“Weren’t you sleeping soundly? After making those arrangements last night, you must have been tired, right?”

Muyun was with her every day, thinking about it, the only time to make those arrangements was after she fell asleep at night.

After finishing, Jiang Yao lowered her head to continue rubbing her numb legs.

Seeing her discomfort, which didn’t seem fake, and feeling genuinely bad, Song Muyun quickly got up, swaying her wide sleeves, knelt on the ground, and started massaging, her voice carrying guilt, “It’s my lack of consideration, I’m sorry.”

With her own little ancestor apologizing, what could Jiang Yao do?

She couldn’t really throw her out to fend for herself.

Her expression became more helpless, rubbing Song Muyun’s head, her voice softened, “Alright, it’s already happened, let’s not talk about this. You just need to stay calm in front of the emperor, don’t let anyone see anything wrong.”

“Mm mm, I know.”

For the first time, she was so obedient, her eyes still filled with guilt, resting her face on Jiang Yao’s knees and looking up at her.

Jiang Yao touched Song Muyun’s soft cheek.

That evening, people from the palace came, disturbing many in the Jiang residence, all coming out to greet them, learning they were here for Song Muyun. The Prime Minister, Jiang Heng, frowned, directly stopping them outside, and had someone call Jiang Yao and Song Muyun over for questioning.

At this time, they could only try to gamble, both shaking their heads, saying they didn’t know why the eunuch had come.

Jiang Heng, a master of manipulating people’s hearts in the court, saw something was amiss but didn’t expose it, nodding his head allowing them to go.

Song Muyun was taken away by the people from the palace, Jiang Yao watched the departing carriage, her face unable to hide her worry. Her father came over, making a breezy comment, “If you won’t tell me now, don’t come to me for help when trouble arises.”

With that, he tugged at his beard and left.

Jiang Yao bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, but still followed.