Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 29

Does your heart ache for me?

Jiang Yao just liked hearing Song Muyun’s words of defense; her tail was about to curl up to the heavens. She looked at her own didi¹ and found him displeasing in a hundred ways. “Didn’t I tell you to take Princess Heyi to have some fun? Why haven’t you gone yet?”

She certainly didn’t want to serve the little princess. The princess was spoiled and willful, not at all like Muyun, who was obedient and well-behaved.

Jiang Huai wore a face like he was mourning a death. He looked at the equally unhappy Princess Heyi, then pleaded toward Jiang Yao, “Jie, come play with us. Princess Heyi is truly hard to serve; she rejects everything. Don’t leave me alone.”

He immediately forgot about that slap on his head and began looking at his jiejie pitifully.

Heyi was jumping in thunderous rage behind him, her voice revealing anger. “What are you saying? Who is hard to serve? Clearly, it was you who wanted to take this princess boating. This princess is a dignified princess; how could I possibly go boating with a crowd of men like you? Can you grow a brain or not!”

Jiang Yao glanced at Jiang Huai and also felt he had no brain. To think she was stuck with such a brainless didi.

Jiang Huai still refused to admit it. “What’s wrong with boating with us? Didn’t I say I could call a few more women for you!”

Princess Heyi: “You called a few qinglou² women; it would have been better not to call anyone at all!”

Jiang Yao: …

Impressive prospects, calling qinglou women to accompany a princess.

Heyi was so angry she didn’t want to pay attention to Jiang Huai, whom she now considered the stupidest person in her heart. She cast her gaze upon Song Muyun, her expression immediately turning arrogant again.

“You are Song Yunqian’s daughter. We have met.”

Song Muyun lowered her brows and eyes, performing another curtsy. “Yes, Your Highness Princess.”

“Hmph. This princess did not expect your father to look so honest, yet be capable of deceiving those above and hiding from those below, harming the common people.”

Song Muyun did not speak, only a layer of coldness added to her brows and eyes. Her father had not done it.

Others did not know, but as her father’s daughter, she knew. Her father did not do such things.

No deceiving those above and hiding from those below, and certainly no harming the common people.

Jiang Yao also furrowed her brows, unhappy in her heart. My father didn’t even say Lord Song was bad, so what kind of hammer³ are you talking about? Isn’t this making the little immortal sad?

“Jiang Huai, take the princess to have fun. Wherever she wants to play, take her there. We are leaving first.”

Mother’s, she couldn’t stay here anymore. What was this princess being so yin-yang strange air⁴ about? She protected Song Muyun so carefully every day, unwilling to let her be sad. On what basis did others bully her? Verbal mockery counted as bullying too!

She was just about to pull Song Muyun away when the hand she held gently tugged back. Song Muyun’s eyes dimmed slightly, but remained gentle as water. She looked at her and whispered, “Haven’t finished eating yet. Don’t waste it.”

Her gaze fell on the yuntun⁵. Jiang Yao also followed her look to the yuntun.

Alright, hers were almost finished, but Song Muyun’s bowl was still full.

The little immortal had extremely good upbringing and was unwilling to waste. Jiang Yao could only go along with her, nodding in agreement. “Okay, eat slowly. No rush.”

Turning her head, she chased people away with a cold face. “I heard one can release flower lanterns on Flower Street at night. Jiang Huai, take Princess Heyi there.”

Jiang Huai dared to have small fights and noises with Jiang Yao on normal days relying entirely on that bear heart and leopard gall⁶. Once Jiang Yao got serious, no amount of bear hearts or leopard galls would make him dare to provoke her. Muttering two sentences in a low voice about her only knowing how to bully the small, he obediently turned to invite Princess Heyi to release flower lanterns.

Princess Heyi didn’t want to release flower lanterns. Her Seventh Imperial Brother had told her to stay with Jiang Yao today, but… wuwuwu, Seventh Imperial Brother, Jiang Yao is so scary. Her face is so fierce QAQ

Only when Heyi was taken away by Jiang Huai did Jiang Yao return to gentleness. She turned and sat down, watching Song Muyun eat yuntun in small bites. When she spoke, her mouth was full of kind benevolence. “Eat slower. It’s all yours. We aren’t in a rush.”

In between, she even reached out and rubbed that furry head.

Song Muyun’s movement of eating yuntun paused. Under the cover of the dark night, she quietly blushed, burying her head almost into the bowl. When she finally finished a bowl of yuntun with great difficulty, fine beads of water had been rolled out on the tip of her nose by the heat.

Jiang Yao had finished long ago. Seeing her like this, she fished out her own red handkerchief from her bosom, wiped the sweat for her, and then wiped the corners of her mouth. The movements were simply too natural.

Song Muyun lowered her head in shyness, not daring to look at her even once. Her hand was naturally taken by the other person again, walking to a small stall selling paper lanterns.

The lanterns appeared beautiful and exquisite, attracting Jiang Yao’s eyes immediately.

She didn’t like this kind of thing that was pleasant to look at but useless, but she felt that Song Muyun would like it.

The crimson gauze lantern was embroidered with exquisite snow plum blossoms. Inside sat a small red candle; the candlelight shining through seemed to ignite the plum blossoms.

Jiang Yao took a fancy to it at a glance and paid silver to buy it.

Song Muyun stood behind her, being led by hand. She looked up at the lantern. The gauze lantern skin was thin and translucent, the embroidery elegant, the candlelight bright. It was very good-looking. In the past, a clan didi at home had also gone out and bought a lantern to give her, saying he wanted to be close to her.

Just as she was thinking, that lantern suddenly appeared beneath her eyes.

Song Muyun was dazed. She looked over subconsciously, only to see Jiang Yao looking at her with a smile, saying, “Gifting this to you. Don’t be unhappy anymore. I will protect you in the future.”

The beautiful lantern was handed forward a bit more. Song Muyun lowered her head to look at it again, her expression complex. Aside from her family members, Jiang Yao was the only one who had given her things. She gave many things, and even said she wanted to protect her…

Song Muyun’s plain white, slender fingers grasped the lantern, taking it from Jiang Yao’s hand, yet she did not dare raise her eyes to look at her. She only asked in a very small voice, “Why is it me?”

She couldn’t believe it. Since childhood, she hadn’t been favored by anyone. After growing up, she could unexpectedly be protected by someone so forcefully, saying they wouldn’t let anyone bully her, and then really not letting others bully her.

And treating her this indulgently, this well. She feared one could never find another person in this world who would treat her like this.

If it were a man, she might still assume the other party had something to gain. But Jiang Yao happened to be a woman. Why did she want to be so good to her? She couldn’t give her anything…

Song Muyun’s eyes seemed to contain a layer of mist, appearing very aggrieved. Jiang Yao was confused. She couldn’t believe it—she gave Song Muyun a lantern, and it provoked the person into crying?

Eldest Miss Jiang, who had never made a woman cry, was dumbstruck. She fished out a handkerchief in a flurry of hands and feet to wipe the person’s tears, her mouth ceaselessly coaxing, “What’s wrong, what’s wrong? Why start crying? Is it that you don’t like this style? It’s okay, there are others. We still have others. Tell me what kind you like, and I’ll buy them all for you, okay? Don’t cry, don’t cry.”

She pulled Song Muyun into her embrace to coax, stroking her white, soft, damp face stroke by stroke.

Song Muyun originally hadn’t wanted to cry; she just felt a bit uncomfortable in her heart. But Jiang Yao kept coaxing her, kept coaxing her, and the tiny bit of grievance in her heart suddenly turned into a massive grievance, making her very sad—a sadness she couldn’t articulate the reason for.

She grasped Jiang Yao’s arm, just like a drowning person hugging the last piece of driftwood. She raised her head, looking at her with those water-filled eyes, and asked with a trembling voice, “Why is it me? Why be so good to me specifically?”

Jiang Yao froze, subconsciously supporting the woman’s tottering body. She seemed to want an answer, an answer that could let her accept this goodness with peace of mind.

She couldn’t possibly speak of the matters in the dream. She fell silent for a long while, raising her hand to tidy Song Muyun’s hair. Her voice was somewhat heavy. “There is no why. I just feel you shouldn’t live this kind of life, shouldn’t be bullied by people. I will save you.”

Save you out of this big mud pit that is Murong Qing.

For the Jiang family, and also for Song Muyun.

Song Muyun grasped Jiang Yao’s hand with increasing force, the deep red sleeves being clenched into tight folds.

Her water-bright eyes looked straight at Jiang Yao asking, “Does your heart ache for me?”

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The author has something to say:

Greasy⁷ version of Yao-Yao: Idiot, you can only be bullied by me.

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