Jie’er was also angry, glaring at him: “Are you here to discuss this with me? If so, my answer is still two words: No! The prince’s residence is yours, so you can let anyone stay wherever you want. But I’m telling you now, if I must move, I’ll pack my things right away – but I absolutely won’t move to Mojian Courtyard!”
“Yue’er, don’t be like this!” Ye Lüsheng looked troubled. He knew Jie’er’s temper well and understood that forcing her to move might cause even more trouble.
But Jie’er refused to back down. For her, this wasn’t just about a room – she was more concerned about her importance to Ye Lüsheng. If he would go so far as to argue with her for another woman, didn’t that mean she wasn’t important to him?
Although he said this, there was still some hesitation in Ye Lüsheng’s heart. Looking at Yue Yue’s appearance, she seemed to be extremely angry. Given her stubborn personality, it seemed he would have a lot to explain. No wonder Confucius said, “Women and small-minded people are difficult to deal with.” Women are indeed troublesome…
Ye Lüsheng rubbed his temples, mustering his spirits: “She’s just joking around with you!”
Hearing another girl’s name from his mouth, Jie’er felt increasingly uncomfortable, with sourness bubbling up uncontrollably: “Shu Ling, Shu Ling, you sound so intimate. Tell me, what girl would joke about her own reputation? What good would that do her?”
After such a long standoff, Ye Lüsheng was losing patience, suppressing a smile: “What exactly do I need to say for you to believe me?”
Tears welling up in her eyes, Jie’er tried to hold back her sadness: “Believe? What should I believe? That you love me, or that you’re not going to marry someone else?”
Ye Lüsheng shouted: “Both!”
Jie’er could no longer hold back her tears, crying aggrievedly: “Even now, you’re still trying to deceive me!”
Seeing her tears, all of Ye Lüsheng’s irritation instantly vanished: “I’m not deceiving you. Shu Ling is going to marry the Emperor, not me. She’s just temporarily staying at the royal residence before her official appointment!”
“What did you say?” Jie’er immediately stopped crying, with a few tears still clinging to her eyelashes, blinking her big eyes at him: “Why would she lie to me?”
Ye Lüsheng shrugged, “Wouldn’t it be better to ask her directly when you meet?”
Jie’er wiped her face roughly with her sleeve, pouting: “You could have said that earlier. I was upset for nothing!”
Ye Lüsheng asked happily: “Does Yue’er being upset mean she cares about me?”
Jie’er rolled her eyes: “As if! I just felt my self-esteem was hurt, thinking I was inferior to some little girl!”
Ye Lüsheng flicked her nose, softly warning: “Don’t talk nonsense. She’s not some little girl, she’s going to be a noble consort!”
Jie’er stuck out her tongue, making a silly face.
Ye Lüsheng laughed, shaking his head: “So, you’re not angry anymore?”
Jie’er blushed, averting her eyes shyly: “Who, who said I was angry? I just didn’t want to talk to you!”
Being petty is exhausting, and she was a thorough lazybones who just wanted to live simply, with no interest in the drama of women competing for love and affection.
Ye Yusheng was momentarily stunned by her momentum, staring blankly at her for a long time, unable to speak. The unexpected and surprised look in his eyes became even more profound.
“What if I say I’ve promised you a lifetime?” After a long pause, he slowly spoke, with such deep emotion that it was hard to discern its sincerity.
Jie’er slowly raised her lips, “Then you have nothing to hesitate about, right?”
“What I want is your trust, not a contract!” Ye Yusheng gripped Jie’er’s hand forcefully, holding her so tightly it hurt, as if he wanted to knead her into his very bones.
Jie’er shook her head, “I don’t distrust you. I just hope we can have a fair starting point!”
Ye Yusheng looked disapproving, coldly saying, “Fair? Drafting a divorce letter first, is this your idea of fairness?”
Jie’er was dismissive, “I’m just leaving myself an escape route. Who told men to never be satisfied with multiple wives? This time it’s a misunderstanding, what about next time? Can you guarantee you’ll only want me?”
Then, remembering something, she self-mockingly laughed, “No, make that two. I almost forgot you still have a concubine hidden away somewhere!”
“If signing this damn divorce letter will put your mind at ease, fine, I’ll sign!” Ye Yusheng’s face was cold as he pulled her to the bar, found paper and pen, and shoved them into Jie’er’s hand, indicating she should rewrite it.
Jie’er didn’t hesitate, quickly writing a long passage. She watched Ye Yusheng sign and stamp it, then carefully tucked it away like a treasure.
“Are you satisfied now?” Ye Yusheng really wanted to grab her and spank her to release his anger.
Jie’er nodded repeatedly, smiling like a blooming flower, “Satisfied, satisfied, extremely satisfied! My good husband, come here!” Before Ye Yusheng could react, her soft lips were already on his handsome face.
Hmm!” Jie’er mumbled in response, realizing she couldn’t do anything about him, and couldn’t help but pinch Ye Lüsheng’s arm hard. It was all because of this guy that she had been embarrassed repeatedly and constantly teased by the little girl in front of her.
For her intentional “abuse”, Ye Lüsheng remained as if he felt nothing, still laughing casually and nonchalantly…
…
“Miss, can you stop laughing? You’ve been sitting there with a silly smile all day!” Die’er, who didn’t know when she had stood beside her, frowned directly at Jie’er, clearly unable to bear it.
With her reminder, Jie’er suddenly realized that she had indeed been daydreaming for a long time. Most of the people in the shop had already left, but being scolded by her own maid was truly embarrassing!
Jie’er walked out from behind the counter and stretched lazily, then seriously reprimanded: “Stupid Die’er, what are you yelling about? Who says I’ve been smiling stupidly all day? I was just thinking about something, thinking about something, okay? Stop nagging like an old woman, or you’ll end up with no one wanting you!”
After Jie’er’s righteous and stern retort, Die’er directly rolled her eyes and turned her face away, looking like she couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. Hey, this girl was becoming more and more disrespectful!
Jie’er was almost disgusted and glared at her dissatisfiedly: “What’s with that expression?”
“What expression? Can’t I think about things like Miss?” Die’er said dismissively.
Goodness! It seemed these days by her side were not spent in vain. Not only had her courage grown, but her temper and personality had developed too.
Jie’er couldn’t help but glare at her: “You little brat, who’s the master here?”
“Of course it’s Miss!” Die’er replied lazily.
Jie’er raised an eyebrow, staring at her sharply: “Is that so? How come I don’t see any indication that you treat me like a mistress?”
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Song Ends, Peach Blossom Fan Bottom Wind (6)
Die’er finally lowered her head reluctantly: “Yes, Miss. Die’er knows she was wrong!” But her expression was far from that of someone who truly acknowledged her mistake. Indeed, a good master breeds a rebellious servant!
“Forget it!” Jie’er waved her hand carelessly. As a young lady, her mood was good today, and she didn’t want to argue with the little maid.
Die’er, unafraid, continued to ask: “Miss, what exactly happened to make you so happy? I remember you were still wearing a long face yesterday. How did you suddenly do a 180-degree turn? You’re really fickle!”
Jie’er glared at her without good humor: “What’s so strange about that? Women in love are naturally fickle. You’ll understand someday!”
