Cuddling with the Cold Female Protagonist – Chapter 5
by Little PandaThe Wedding Night
Startled by the female protagonist’s cold voice, Su Yi came back to her senses.
Looking at the female protagonist’s cold and heartless face, feeling the chill of the flexible sword [bendable sword] against her neck, she felt that one wrong answer would make her blood splash here, adding more red to this crimson room.
“I… *cough*… I want to ask who… you are, why are you in my room?”
“Your room?” Ji Qingchi was stunned for a moment, then reacted, narrowing her eyes and calling out to her, “WifeโโMaster?”
So the Su family’s young miss wasn’t dead? Tsk, she had thought she was lucky enough to become a widower right away.
Su Yi swore she felt a death threat in that “Wife Master.”
At the same time, her heart jolted as she realized the female protagonist before her was the “husband” Gancao had mentioned who could kill two tigers.
She had been thinking of ramming into tofu [ๆ่ฑ่ | zhuร ng dรฒu fu | to commit suicide by hitting something soft; showing futile protest] in protest if her mother brought her that muscle man, but now that her “husband” had turned into a beauty, she felt an even stronger urge to jump into the river.
At least a muscle man wouldn’t press a sword against her neck.
Her mother must really think she’d lived too long – where did she find this poisonous flower?
Su Yi wanted to beat her chest and wail.
Unlike the usual harem novels where the female protagonist was a white lotus [ๅฐ็ฝ่ฑ | xiวo bรกi huฤ | seemingly pure and innocent person], this female-supremacy harem novel’s protagonist was a ruthless one, someone who killed as easily as drinking water.
Later, after ascending to the empress position, she brutally! murdered! all! her enemies! After destroying enemy countries, she ordered the massacre of many more, with corpses numbering in the millions and rivers of blood – this was no exaggeration.
Thinking of the protagonist’s killing scenes described in the book that had shocked her young worldview [ไธ่ง | sฤn guฤn | one’s outlook on world, life, and values], Su Yi silently took a breath, forcing a weak smile and appearing harmless, “Are you the husband my mother found for me? You’re very beautiful.”
Perhaps because she was truly too weak, killing her would be like killing an ant, making Ji Qingchi disdain to deal with her. She withdrew the flexible sword, “The Wife Master is the one who is a pitiable beauty.”
Given the human skin mask she currently wore, she could at best be considered refined-looking. This Miss Su didn’t even know how to give compliments – could it be that she said this to every man she saw?
How shallow, impetuous, and silver-tongued!
However, the Su family’s young miss was indeed beautiful. Perhaps due to her frailty, she seemed even more worthy of tender care than the legitimate great-grandchild of Marquis Pingyang.
Of course, she wasn’t someone who loved beauty. These things that others found too attractive, she merely looked at out of curiosity. After all, appearance was external, not worth much consideration.
Heh heh, just now when you had your sword at my neck, I didn’t see much tender care.
Su Yi keenly noticed that after she spoke those words, the female protagonist’s gaze seemed to contain a few degrees more… contempt?
Hmm? What’s going on? Even if she was a weak chicken, there was no need for such contempt!
Su Yi was very angry.
But she especially cherished her little life, not iron-headed [ๅคด้ | tรณu tiฤ | stubborn to the point of recklessness] enough to clash directly with the female protagonist, and didn’t dare ask the reason for her contempt.
Though her wish to avoid much contact with the female protagonist had failed, since the wood has become a boat [ๆจๅทฒๆ่ | mรน yว chรฉng zhลu | something that cannot be undone], she had no choice but to try lowering her presence before the female protagonist, hoping she would let her off, even if it meant quietly dying from illness.
“Husband, have you eaten?” Su Yi blinked her eyes several times, trying to appear “with eyes like autumn waters”, saying softly, “Today should have been the wonderful day of our wedding, but I fainted earlier, did I cause you distress?”
Ji Qingchi thought of the hen from earlier, looked down to see the faint tears in the beautiful eyes of the frail beauty, and unconsciously frowned.
This Su family young miss was truly as delicate as a flower in the wind.
When dealing with such a weak woman, it seemed one couldn’t be too harsh in tone. If by chance this Wife Master accidentally died of fright on their wedding night, she would probably be affected too.
Even if she were to die, it should be at some other time.
Ji Qingchi forced herself to put on a gentle and refined smile, remembering that the ladies of the capital all liked refined young lords, “I’ve had some earlier, what about Wife Master?”
Hearing her say “Wife Master,” Su Yi felt as if being chased by ghosts [่ขซ้ฌผ่ฟฝ | bรจi guว zhuฤซ | to be terrified], her face growing even paler. “I… I’m not hungry yet.”
“That won’t do, Wife Master should eat something.” Ji Qingchi said, going to get some pastries.
When several pieces of chestnut cake were presented before her, Su Yi looked at the female protagonist, her eyes stinging.
Not from being moved, but from being frightened.
She suspected the female protagonist wanted to kill her, and couldn’t wait to do so.
This body was truly too weak. Although through her own conditioning it had improved somewhat from previously being unable to leave the sickbed, after eating pastries, she often couldn’t digest them, causing her stomach to painfully bloat. Thus her mother had ordered her not to eat these things. At first, she would still greedily eat some, but after experiencing two or three times of having needles inserted to induce vomiting due to bloating, she never touched them again for the sake of her life.
Eating so many cakes at once, she might not see tomorrow’s sun.
Ji Qingchi saw her hesitating look at the pastries in her hand and asked puzzledly, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like them?”
“No, I like them. I like anything my husband gives me.” Speaking softly, Su Yi accepted the items with the attitude of facing death.
Ji Qingchi felt uncomfortable all over hearing such casual sweet talk, imperceptibly rubbing her hands that had nearly gotten goosebumps, while playfully watching Su Yi’s scallion-white fingertips.
If she hadn’t seen wrong earlier, didn’t this Su family young miss’s hands tremble a few times when accepting the pastries?
Su Yi used her slender fingertips to pick off pieces of the cake, sending them to her mouth in tiny bites.
The red candles made her slender body appear even more fragile, while all the red in the room made her face seem increasingly pale and bloodless.
Ji Qingchi watched her eating like a hamster, slowly nibbling bit by bit, without rushing. Seeing her finish a small piece, she sat in the chair opposite her and offered another cup of tea and a piece of soft rice cake, her voice dripping with gentleness, “Wife Master, eat slowly. Would you like to try a different flavor?”
Her stomach felt ready to burst.
The female protagonist across from her smiled like flowers.
The candle made a “pop” sound, as if warning her that if she didn’t eat what the female protagonist was feeding her, her fate today might end up like the exploding candlewick.
Su Yi forced herself to smile, accepting the items while trying to suppress the trembling in her voice, “…Thank you, husband.”
Ji Qingchi covered her mouth and smiled, like a shy newly-wedded husband, gentle as water, “We are wife and husband, one entity [ๅฆปๅคซไธไฝ | qฤซ fลซ yฤซ tว | married couple as one], no need to be so formal.”
…If I hadn’t seen that your eyes held not a trace of smile, I might have believed your act.
Su Yi smiled even more gently than her, “I will treat husband well.”
Just please don’t kill me.
Such a gentle and sincere attitude, it didn’t seem fake… Ji Qingchi’s smile froze for a moment, then she casually replied, “Serving Wife Master is my duty. Wife Master, shall we retire for the night?”
Su Yi’s body grew stiffer, the cake in her mouth was clearly sweet, yet she tasted a hint of bitterness. Could it be that the female protagonist found it inconvenient to strike openly and planned to assassinate her in the dark of night? “…My health is poor, I’m afraid I might disturb husband during the night. Why don’t I sleep in the study?”
Ji Qingchi blinked her passionate eyes, squeezing out a few tears. Under the candlelight, the droplets were like scattered stardust, inspiring pity, “Wife Master, would you abandon this slave on our first wedding day? What would others think of this slave?”
Ugh… such a sickening self-reference made Ji Qingchi feel nauseous inside.
Su Yi was also struck by these cringe-worthy words, feeling as if rolling thunder had shattered her. The female protagonist really would use any means – wanting to kill her was one thing, but she also wanted to disgust her to death.
“I was thoughtless.” Su Yi suppressed her trembling hands, forcing out a smile, “Let’s retire. Husband, you can sleep in the inner chamber, alright?”
“Alright.” Ji Qingchi smiled shyly, “This slave will help Wife Master undress.”
She reached out her hands as if to undo her clothes.
Su Yi’s internal alarm bells rang loudly, and she gently shook her head, “No need, I’m weak, and I’m used to sleeping in my clothes at night.”
“Is that so?” Ji Qingchi showed a disappointed expression, “Then would Wife Master move to the outer side?”
Su Yi hurriedly hugged her quilt, using all her strength to roll to the outer side of the bed. If she weren’t afraid of being discovered by the female protagonist, she would have fled as far as possible with the quilt.
Ji Qingchi got into bed, removed her outer garments, and said to her with affected shyness, “Wife Master, this slave will sleep now.”
“…Alright.” Su Yi was mentally exhausted, “Good night, husband.”
Finally, all was quiet.
Under the female protagonist’s seemingly gentle but secretly murderous gaze, Su Yi had eaten three pieces of cake, and as expected, her stomach was bloated.
The female protagonist insisted on lying in the same bed with her, making her afraid even to turn over lest she wake her and face the female protagonist’s knife-hidden-in-smile death threats.
But after enduring for a while, her stomach was truly uncomfortable. She felt that if she didn’t go out to aid digestion, she would lose her little life right here.
She had no choice but to prop herself up slightly, calling softly, “Husband, husband?”
Ji Qingchi showed no response, her sleeping profile perfect and flawless like a stone statue.
“Phew…” Su Yi let out a breath of relief. For the sake of her life, not caring whether the other was truly asleep or pretending, she could only slowly sit up, carefully taking the candlestick as she walked out.
The door closed gently.
Ji Qingchi opened her bright eyes, listened to the sounds outside, and after confirming Su Yi had left, she put on her outer clothes and quickly followed.
thanks for the chapter
hmmmm, Ji Qingchi, i feel you will love MC more after this event