In the Prime Minister’s residence.
The little priest Gu Su had immediately launched himself into Ling Yue’s arms and was currently sobbing his heart out. He even tattled on Shi Sheng.
Meanwhile, she stood by the door, her sword clinking as she tapped it against the ground.
Shi Sheng kept feeling that someone had snatched something belonging her.
‘Really want to chop that brat up.’
The two Yues standing behind her exchanged glances. ‘Her Excellency’s aura is really scary…’
In the end, Shi Sheng couldn’t take it anymore and strode over, grabbed Gu Su by the collar, and yanked him out of Ling Yue’s arms.
“Senior Brother… Senior Brother.” Gu Su clutched tightly onto Ling Yue’s hand, his face like a stray cat’s after all the crying. “Let go of me! I want my Senior Brother!”
“Who allowed you to want him?!” Shi Sheng spat darkly before pointing at his hand with her sword. “Let go!”
“No! Senior Brother… wu— Senior Brother, help!”
“Prime Minister…” Ling Yue grabbed onto Gu Su’s hand. “He’s still young.”
“13 to 14 is already the age where others would expect him to serve a lady! How is that young?! Let go!” Shi Sheng’s sword was already pressed against Gu Su’s wrist.
“This is your last chance, before I chop your hand off.”
“Wuwu, no… Senior Brother…”
Dai Yue and Ying Yue, observing from outside, couldn’t help but want to avert their gazes from the situation inside.
They had trouble accepting that their wise and powerful lady was actually threatening a child.
Suddenly, something was launched into Dai Yue’s arms. She instinctively caught it—only to be confronted with a dirt-streaked face and eyes swollen red from crying.
“Get him out of my sight.”
Dai Yue stared at the door that slammed shut in her face, before looking back at the boy in her arms, her lips beginning to twitch.
‘Your Excellency, aren’t you simply asking for my life? This little priest’s tantrums are an absolute horror for everyone around him!’
“Er, Dai Yue, I just thought of something I need to do. Bye!” Ying Yue suppressed her laughter as she blinked at Dai Yue, before taking off.
Dai Yue, “…” ‘I really should be more careful in picking my friends…’
Shi Sheng shut the door, before aggressively stalking over to Ling Yue. He was startled into retreating.
The bed was directly behind him, so he ended up sitting down once his feet knocked into it.
Shi Sheng reached out, bending over him with one hand supporting her against the bed. Ling Yue could only lean back further to avoid her.
“Prime Minister…” ‘…men and women should maintain a proper distance.’
Shi Sheng’s eyes stared right into his, as she spoke deliberately, “From now on, you’re not allowed to touch anyone else. Not even men.”
“That’s my freedom of choice.” Ling Yue spoke with a stiff face.
He didn’t want to admit it, but he…felt no repulsion towards her words. Instead, Ling Yue felt like these words had been spoken between them countless times before, like it was the way things ought to be.
“I’ll kill whoever you touch. So by all means, if you want someone dead, go ahead.”
Ling Yue, “…” ‘Have I met a lunatic?’
After taking a deep breath, he replied with an apathetic expression, “I promised to follow you down the mountain. You helped me. Now we’re even.”
Ling Yue’s heart skipped a beat. He kept feeling like there was a deeper meaning behind that word, as if there was a hidden story to be told.
Shi Sheng knelt on the bed, forcing Ling Yue further back. His brows slightly furrowed.
“Even? Are you daydreaming? Do you think I’d simply forget about that time you stabbed me?” Shi Sheng slowly inched forward. Ling Yue could only continue to retreat until his back hit the wall, and there was no way out.
“And that night I helped you… You think you can just call it even?”
Ling Yue’s face immediately reddened as it set aflame,a fiery red blush extending all the way to the tips of his ears.
His heart raced like mad, each beat seeming to resonate throughout his entire being. He didn’t even dare to look Shi Sheng in the eyes.
“My apologies for injuring you, but you trespassed on Mt. Wanyuan that time.”
“And for that, you injured me.” Shi Sheng gave him a slight smile. “Attempted assassination of a Prime Minister warrants capital punishment, you know?”
Ling Yue, “…”
Shi Sheng’s fingertips trailed from his collar to his abdomen, a meaningful, suggestive smile on her face. “Lil priest, want me to help you again?”
Ling Yue stiffened. He couldn’t forget that night, no matter how much he tried.
He even occasionally…dreamt about things that shouldn’t be.
‘Why do I have these kinds of thoughts?’
“Prime Minister, don’t force me.” Ling Yue’s expression abruptly grew frosty.
Shi Sheng pulled her hand away, and she gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Alright, I won’t tease you. But remember: I will make you fall for me. Before then, you’re not allowed to leave the residence.”
Ling Yue’s mind was buzzing.
‘She kissed me… She actually kissed me…’
Shi Sheng got off the bed and straightened out her clothing. “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? I reckon you probably didn’t eat much in the palace.”
Ling Yue stared at her dumbly.
“Don’t worry, I won’t drug you. If I wanted to use force, right now you’d be…”
Shi Sheng gave him a suggestive once-over.
Ling Yue’s face was burning, as he pulled the blankets over himself to block her gaze. ‘Why is this woman so shameless?’
‘Naturally, no matter who my Feng Ci turns into, he can’t change his shy nature.’
Shi Sheng was in a good mood, as she went outside to order the servants to prepare some food.
Even with all the dishes served, Ling Yue still sat on the bed, red-faced.
“Want me to feed you?”
Ling Yue shook his head.
“Then why aren’t you getting down?” Shi Sheng paused. “I can carry you.”
As she said this, she walked towards the bed.
Ling Yue immediately tossed the blanket aside and got off.
Shi Sheng gave him a rather regretful look before walking over to the table. “Let’s eat.”
Seeing Shi Sheng take a seat, as well as the two sets of bowls and chopsticks, he remained in his spot.
“…You’re eating here too?”
“Can’t I? This is my house. It’s my freedom to pick where I eat.”
Ling Yue, “…” ‘There’s no way to refute that…’
He dawdled for a bit, but eventually still went over. He hadn’t eaten much in the palace. He hadn’t even drunk much water there.
Having considered the fact that Ling Yue was a priest, Shi Sheng got the servants to prepare vegetarian dishes. Though it couldn’t compare to those master chefs from modern worlds, the food was still rather delicious.
Ling Yue didn’t say a word, as he picked up his bowl and began eating.
Shi Sheng found that he was actually a picky eater. Out of several different dishes, he only ate one.
Shi Sheng, “…” ‘I keep feeling like he’s going to be hard to please this time.’
“I want to return to Mt. Wanyuan.” Ling Yue set down his bowl and looked at Shi Sheng.
She scowled and turned to meet his eyes. “Were you not listening to me just now?”
Ling Yue pursed his lips. “I want to go back there to get something.”
Shi Sheng’s scowl immediately dissolved into a grin. “En. I’ll accompany you tomorrow.”
She got the servants to clear away the dishes. Before leaving, she asked him, “Where’s that sword of yours?”
“In the palace.” Ling Yue frowned and replied.
‘I’ve got to go get it back.’
“Rest up. I’ll bring you to Mt. Wanyuan tomorrow.” Shi Sheng nodded. “Don’t run off, otherwise I’ll kill your Junior Brother.”
“You won’t.” Ling Yue suddenly replied confidently.
“Is that so? Just try me.” Shi Sheng’s lips pulled upward in an insincere smile.
Shi Sheng: I can relate to the people who feel like others are trying to snatch something from them when they touch it.
Little Fairy: You’re nuts.
Shi Sheng: *draws sword, while smiling slightly*
Little Fairy: *plops to knees* Dashen, I was wrong!