CH 37

Chapter 37

(13.3)

Sheng Ling very soon lost the game, but she didn’t care at all about winning or losing, she propped her hands on her chin, her big black and round eyes looking straight at Zhao Zhi, “Taizi gege, you know, right?”

Zhao Zhi was sitting while gathering up the pieces, his face expressionless: “What?”

Sheng Ling spoke directly: “About the marriage between us.”

Zhao Zhi said nonchalantly, “Mmh.”

Sheng Ling looked at him with expectation in her eyes, her heart beating extremely fast, she blushed, a rare occurrence, as she asked in a small voice, “Taizi gege, you also like me a little, right?”

She understood clearly that if he didn’t consent to this marriage, no one could force him.

He was the one who chose to marry her as his main consort, which also meant that he had favorable feelings towards her.

Zhao Zhi gently put down the white chess pieces he was holding in his hand. Lifting his head, his gaze, with little emotion, landed on the young girl’s blushing face. Pursing his lips, the words he spat out were devoid of any trace of warmth, “Junzhu.”

Sheng Ling said shyly, “You can just call me Ling’er.”

Zhao Zhi had no intention of changing the way he called her, he continued, “Me marrying you, you getting married to me, for both you and me, it is a matter of saving time and efforts.”

The smile at the corners of Sheng Ling’s mouth gradually stiffened, and her small face turned white, “What do you mean?”

Zhao Zhi stood up and briefly swept a glance at her, “Junzhu should understand clearly, what I need is a suitable crown princess, it can be you or it can also be someone else.”

If he was determined not to give face to someone, then he really wouldn’t leave them any face, and the words he said, even as they were said with warmth, could slap the person’s face really painfully. Saying these words, Zhao Zhi didn’t have any bad intention, he was just telling honest words that were true to his heart, “If junzhu feels offended, and is no longer willing, I will talk to grandmother and cancel this marriage.”

Sheng Ling’s vision went dark and she almost bit her tongue, “I’m not unwilling.”

Zhao Zhi indifferently hummed, “I still have things to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first.”

Sheng Ling suddenly turned around and asked him, who had his back turned to her, “Is it that you …… have someone you like?”

The man had already walked away, without giving her an answer.

Remaining silent for a few moments, Sheng Ling suddenly turned over the table in front of her and the chess pieces fell all over the ground. Her eyes were glowing red like blood. It was a big blow to her that was very hard to endure. He towards her … did he really not have even a little bit of feelings for her ? He just needed a suitable main consort?

What was she? A junzhu which could be used and disposed of at will?

Sheng Ling couldn’t laugh. She called for her trusted subordinate, “I remember that taizi gege has been keeping an outside mistress, help me find out who that girl is and what her name is.”

Before, Sheng Ling never gave that girl any thought, she was just an invisible outside mistress, she could never appear on the stage.

But now, there was no way she could continue to think that way.

“This subordinate will handle it right now.”

As Sheng Ling clenched her fists, the sinister resentment deep inside her eyes looked absolutely frightening.

Ming Zhu didn’t know that she was in trouble again out of nowhere. For several days in a row, she ran into Wei Chiyu outside that small door in the backyard. Whenever she saw him, she’d just nod her head and say hello. In the past, Wei Chiyu always waited for her outside this small door, but time had passed, and many things had changed.

During the New Year’s eve family dinner, Ming Zhu reported sick and didn’t go to the main hall. The matriarch sent someone to bring dinner to her room, instructing her to get well, she also had someone bring her a small red envelope. She made great efforts to give her face.

The reason why Ming Zhu was unwilling to go to the main hall for the New Year’s eve dinner was simple: the mischievous children from the third branch of the family always picked on her, so much so that every year they would ruin her clothes. Sometimes, they would cut her skirt, sometimes they would jump on her and pull her hairpin out of her hair and watch her embarrassment. Ming Yuan also would never let go of this opportunity to order her to go wash the dishes in the kitchen, and then would deliberately lock her inside to make her miss the opportunity to see the fireworks at the city gate.

Ming Zhu was now living a very pampered life, and she was no longer willing to be dragged around by those nasty children, nor did she want to listen to their orders and help them do rough work for nothing.

The others were celebrating the New Year, sounds of laughter were endless.

Only Ming Zhu’s small courtyard remained quiet and silent, no sound could be heard.

Biying felt distressed about it and was thinking of ways to liven up the atmosphere in the room, when Ming Zhu suddenly stood up and picked up the red paper lanterns she had just made on the table, “I’m going out.”

She ran too fast, Biying could barely catch up with her, the wind lifted her skirt and her sleeves were fluttering in the wind. She looked like a fairy fleeing from a desolate place.

Ming Zhu was panting as she ran to the back door. They were separated by a door. Just as she was in front of the door, her feet suddenly felt weak, lacking courage, but then she gathered her courage and slowly opened the back door. Wei Chiyu was there, standing in front of her.

She knew he would be there.