Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 28

Strolling the Flower Street

Murong Qing’s identity had already been exposed. He himself had to worry a little about whether this matter would reach his Imperial Father’s ears, so naturally, he did not dare to fight Jiang Yao for the prize. In any case, Jiang Yao was a woman, so she couldn’t really do anything.

Jiang Yao spent four hundred taels of silver and finally bought the person.

The man in brocade clothes slapped the table, about to order someone to dress up Song Muyun before sending her into the wing room.

Jiang Yao did not need such trouble. Tapping her toes lightly, she flew onto the stage, clasped Song Muyun’s hand, and led her away from the back.

There were still women and xiaoguan¹ waiting to be auctioned.

As they passed by them, everyone looked over with eyes full of envy.

Compared to men with violent personalities, clearly, such a gentle woman was much easier to serve.

Jiang Yao paid them no mind, pulling Song Muyun’s hand as they went to the rear courtyard. Just as they were about to walk out of the corridor, Song Muyun stopped, and the hand being held shook gently.

The red-clothed woman walking in front sensed it and turned back to look at her, asking, “What is it? I will take you back.”

Song Muyun did not listen to her words. Instead, she fished out a snow-white handkerchief from her bosom, twisting it in her fingertips, and gently went to wipe the sweat from Jiang Yao’s face.

While wiping, she complained coaxingly, “How did you play until your head is covered in sweat? If the wind blows on you, what will you do if you catch a wind-chill?”

Jiang Yao stood in place and let her wipe, but still felt the need to defend herself. “I didn’t play. I was delayed by some matters today; I ran over here.”

Song Muyun finished wiping the sweat and went to hold Jiang Yao’s hand again. The woman had practiced martial arts since childhood, so her hands were somewhat rough. She carefully stroked those calluses developed from training, lowering her head under the moonlight to reveal a slender, lustrous neck. Her voice was soft and submissive. “I am right here, I won’t run. It is the same if you come slowly.”

Jiang Yao frowned, completely disagreeing. “How can it be the same? Thanks to me running over here, otherwise, if Murong Qing bought you for fifty taels of silver, I would be so angry I couldn’t even eat rice.”

She was very unhappy, but not at Song Muyun; she was directing it at Murong Qing.

Song Muyun raised her eyes to look at Jiang Yao. Her pupils, containing fragmented starlight, were exceptionally firm. “Even if you didn’t come today and Murong Qing won the auction, I absolutely would not have let him touch me.”

Actually, in the beginning, she was very afraid. With Jiang Yao absent, she was very afraid.

She had long been accustomed to being protected in someone’s embrace. Suddenly having to face this filthy and despairing human world alone, she subconsciously wanted to retreat. When she could not retreat, she decided on a bottom line for herself: no matter what, she could not let Murong Qing touch her.

Jiang Yao was somewhat surprised by her words. Subsequently, she reached out and gave Song Muyun a flick on the forehead. “What are you thinking? How could I not come? If I didn’t come, wouldn’t you be bullied by others? How could that do?”

She backhandedly gripped the hand Song Muyun had been using to secretly stroke her, squeezing it in her palm. Her voice carried a few points of reliable steadiness. “I won’t let people bully you. With me here, anyone is prohibited from bullying you.”

She clearly had the slender, lean figure of a woman, yet inexplicably made people trust her from the bottom of their hearts.

Song Muyun somewhat wanted to lean into her embrace.

She didn’t know why she had this kind of thought. It was as if she had raised a lively, jumping young deer in her heart. She hastily lowered her head, not daring to look at her. Her head nodded with small movements, and her voice was light and soft, completely lacking the coldness from their first meeting. “I believe you.”

Jiang Yao was made into a soft mess inside by her obedient appearance. She couldn’t help but clench her fist and cough twice. Raising her eyes to look at the round moon, she suddenly thought of something and actively suggested, “The moonlight is just right tonight. Do you… want to go stroll the flower street with me?”

After saying this, fearing the other might worry, Jiang Yao hurriedly added a sentence, “I paid the silver. Tonight, you are mine. Whatever I want to take you to do, we do.”

Song Muyun let out a light laugh and did not refuse. Her simple and elegant hairpin seemed to emit a moist luster under the moon, setting off its owner to be even more gentle. “Then I will trouble Miss Jiang to take Muyun to play.”

Strolling the flower street was only thought of because Princess Heyi had mentioned it. Otherwise, the mind of the Eldest Miss, who danced with sabers and guns, did not contain the words “strolling the streets,” let alone taking someone else strolling to coax them into happiness.

The flower street’s lights were as bright as daylight. Even though it was night, there were still many people setting up stalls by the roadside. Shop doors were wide open; compared to the daytime, it wasn’t much different.

Jiang Yao pulled Song Muyun to saunter over to a stall selling yuntun². Hooked by that aroma until she was drooling, she turned her head and asked, “Hungry?”

Song Muyun nodded obediently and said, “I haven’t used the evening meal yet.”

Jiang Yao: ???

She hurriedly pressed the person onto the stall’s seat and ordered two bowls of yuntun, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure. “Why didn’t you use the evening meal?”

Song Muyun lowered her head. Unknowingly, two fingers climbed onto the corner of Jiang Yao’s clothes. She whispered, “According to Yueshang House’s rules, on the day of auctioning one’s body, one cannot consume too many things.”

After Jiang Yao heard this, she was indignant. “What broken rules? The place is small, but the rules are many. Shriveled calf things³!”

She cursed, but her mouth was covered by the hand of the girl who had learned rules and etiquette well since childhood. “Don’t say such words. It’s not good if people hear it.”

A woman’s reputation was most important. She worried that if Jiang Yao always spoke without obstruction like this, her reputation would be bad.

Jiang Yao indeed did not continue speaking. A pair of soft hands rested beside her mouth, accompanied by the fragrance on the woman’s body that kept drilling into her brain—she was about to be dizzied by the scent. It wasn’t until the other party saw she wasn’t speaking and quietly retracted her hand that Jiang Yao instantly sobered up.

Quite awkwardly, she turned her head sideways and coughed, her tone a few points weaker than when she was cursing just now. “Alright, if you say don’t speak, I won’t speak.”

Coincidentally, the yuntun arrived. Jiang Yao moved one bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onions and emitting hot steam, in front of Song Muyun. “Hurry and taste it. Next time I’ll go over earlier and bring you food.”

How could a beauty go hungry? She would feel heartache, okay!

“En.”

Song Muyun nodded. Picking up the white porcelain spoon, she gently stirred the yuntun. Her pretty brows and eyes were enshrouded in the steam, adding a few more points of softness.

They seemed like a pair of bosom friends, sitting together in a small stall, eating the same food. Occasionally looking up to see the other, they would smile at each other.

Just as Jiang Yao was feeling peace in her heart, something unknown sprang out from behind her and fiercely slapped her shoulder.

She had no guard up; her face almost got buried in the yuntun!

Before she could give the person an over-the-shoulder throw, the person behind her spoke up with a grin, “Jie, didn’t you have matters? Why did you also come to the flower street?”

Fuck, it was that debt-collecting stupid didi⁴ of hers.

Jiang Yao kept a cold face. Turning her head, she saw her own stupid didi, as well as Princess Heyi, who was standing to the side glaring at her angrily.

She had rejected Princess Heyi, yet appeared on the street with someone else. It was normal for Princess Heyi to be angry.

Sure enough, the next second she was questioned, “Didn’t you say you don’t like strolling the streets with others?!”

The little princess looked very aggrieved and very angry.

Jiang Yao glanced at her and didn’t feel guilty at all. “This official’s daughter greets Your Highness the Princess.”

Subsequently, she avoided answering the Princess’s question.

Song Muyun also stood up, lowering her eyes to bow to the Princess. When Jiang Huai saw Song Muyun, his eyes suddenly lit up. “Song-jiejie, you are here too. I was wondering what my jie was busy with; turns out she was looking for you to play. That makes sense, in this world, only you are willing to play with my jie.”

As soon as his voice fell, he was slapped on the forehead by Jiang Yao, who was unwilling to be a good sister.

The speed was so fast that Heyi didn’t even react, subconsciously taking half a step back. It was only after the slap was finished and she saw Jiang Huai instantly jump up that she felt retroactive fear.

Luckily it didn’t slap her forehead.

Wait, no—she was the Ruler, Jiang Yao was the Subject; how would she dare slap her!

Song Muyun also didn’t see Jiang Yao’s movements clearly, but she had no intention of stopping it. Completely ignoring Jiang Huai’s grimacing expression of grievance, she simply smiled and said to Jiang Huai, “Your sister is very good; naturally, I am willing to play with her.”

Jiang Huai clutched his head, looking as if he had seen a ghost. His jie was so fierce; where was she good?

Heyi also strongly disapproved. She had never seen anyone more rude than Jiang Yao. Just a moment ago she said she didn’t like strolling the streets with people, and the next moment she came out strolling with someone else. That was fine, but being discovered by her, she didn’t even offer an explanation!

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The author has something to say:

Tentatively set to enter V⁵ next Monday. After entering V, [I will write] at least six thousand [words] daily. Don’t raise it fat⁶, promise me QAQ.

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