Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âTake off your clothes and let me have a look.â
The prince grabbed his clothes and mumbled, âNo, wife, angry, wonât let.â
Ming Shu sniggered. âContinue to be in pain then.â
âPain.â
âPain...â
âPain...â
Ming Shu: â...â Crazy!
Ming Shu controlled herself but she finally couldnât bear it anymore.
She walked over and hit him directly, knocking him unconscious.
Ming Shu removed his clothes. When she took off all his clothes, she was stunned.
Besides the wound that was dripping blood, there were many other injuries on his body.
New wounds and old wounds spread across his body. It was a ghastly sight.
Blood kept seeping out of the wound. He might have been hurt by a sharp rock when he fell down.
Ming Shu stopped his bleeding and then started thinking of a way up.
There was still no one in the kitchen. Ming Shu spent a lot of effort before managing to pull the person up. She threw him on the ground and went to the kitchen to those remaning carrots to replenish her energy.
Little Beastie hugged a carrot and munched on it at the side.
Trash-picker, I want to eat meat.
âI want to eat meat too.â Ming Shu agreed. âWhy donât we go and kidnap a chef?â
Okay, okay!!
They immediately went to do it. Ming Shu left the kitchen and found a familiar-looking chef. She kidnapped the person violently.
The chef was in a daze. âLordâs wife... what are you doing?â
âI am hungry.â Ming Shu smiled. âMake some food for me.â
The chef shivered. âBut, but, but... the lord hasnât been found.â
âIf I starve to death when I find him, who will be responsible?â Ming Shu started brainwashing her. âI need to eat to have the energy to find him, right? You canât just care about the lord and forget about me!â
Your prince is lying on the ground right at the back.
The chef shivered as she washed her hand and started cooking.
She kept glancing at the princess consort behind her who was smiling but holding a kitchen knife.
Your Highness, the princess consort is crazy!!
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Two hours later...
Lord Yiâan brought his bodyguards and rushed to the kitchen.
The prince and his wife were sitting at the table facing each other with a big bowl of noodles in each of their hands.
Only the sound of slurping noodles could be heard.
The chef stood at the side and looked like she was in shock.
Everything started when Ming Shu asked the chef to make food for her.
The chef, whose life was threatened, made noodles as they were the fastest to make. However, Ming Shu wanted to eat meat so she added meat to the noodles.
Once the noodles were done, the chef picked up the bowl of noodles and turned around. She saw another person sitting at the table.
She was so frightened she dropped the bowl.
The princess consort who was holding the knife looked over slowly. The chef almost kneeled down in fear.
âPrince, prince, where did you go?â The chef couldnât care about Ming Shu now and rushed to the person sitting at the table. âWhere did you go? Everyone was looking for you.â
The prince looked up with his dirty face. âHungry.â
âHungry? I will go and make food for you now. Bear with it for a while.â The chef consoled him softly.
The chef took a look at the lordâs wife who was still holding the knife. She was staring at the noodles on the floor. It might be an illusion, but the chef thought that she seemed... a little sad.
Then...
Then, the chef made food for the two of them.
After that, Lord Yiâan came in and saw this scene.
âXun-er.â Lord Yiâan walked in. âWhere did you run to?â
The prince was eating his noodles quietly and didnât care about Lord Yiâan.
He looked so serious no one could bear to disturb him.
Lord Yiâan was used to his son being like this. He looked at Ming Shu who was eating her noodles too. He asked her fiercely, âLordâs wife, what happened?â
Ming Shu held onto a bowl and drank some soup. She placed her chopsticks down with a pa. âHow would I know? He suddenly appeared. I got a fright.â
Lord Yiâan looked at the chef. The chef nodded.
The prince appeared suddenly.
She didnât even hear a sound. She just saw him sitting by the table the moment she turned around.
However, the princess consort... should have seen him.
But, the chef was in too much of a fright now and didnât dare to say anything.
Lord Yiâan saw that his son was really dirty. However, he was worried that his son would be hungry so he walked around and waited for him to finish his food slowly.
âXun-er, come, come back with Father.â Lord Yiâanâs temper became really good.
The lord suddenly got up and ran toward Ming Shu. He hugged Ming Shuâs shoulders.
He didnât say anything and just stared at Lord Yiâan with his pure and innocent eyes. Tears filled up his eyes.
Lord Yiâan: â...â
Everyone: â...â
Ming Shu was stunned by the hug. âWhat are you doing, let go. Your body...â
âWife, sleep.â The lordâs voice sounded as though he was wronged. He looked as if he would cry the moment Ming Shu pushed him away.
âXun-er, letâs sleep after we wash up, okay?â Lord Yiâan glanced at Ming Shu. âCome, come to Father.â
The lord shook his head furiously. Ming Shu saw that the blood had already stained his shirt. Blots of red appeared on his shirt.
The lord leaned close to Ming Shu. âWant, wife.â
No matter how Lord Yiâan coaxed him, the lord would not let go.
From his simple conversation, they could tell that he probably wanted Ming Shu to come along with him.
Lord Yiâan didnât dare to stimulate the lord and controlled his displeasure. âPrincess Consort, take Xun-er back to his room first.â
The prince didnât stay with the Host. Lord Yiâan said that although they were married, the prince was different from a normal person so they would not sleep together.
He was afraid that the Host would not be able to take care of the lord well so he let the Host sleep alone.
The room that the lord stayed in was more extravagant than the one the Host stayed in. Every corner of it looked exquisite...
Lord Yiâan followed behind. He was planning to let Ming Shu take the lord over and then ask her to leave.
However, the prince grabbed onto her tightly. Lord Yiâan seemed helpless. âPrincess Consort, you will rest here for tonight. However, the lordâs body is not strong. He canât catch a cold. Please take care of him carefully.â
Lord Yiâan asked Cui-er to wait upon them and dismissed the rest of the people.
âLord, shall I clean your face?â Cui-er carried some water over.
âI donât want you,â the lord said. âWife, wife wash.â
Ming Shu sat at the side and looked at him with her hand on her chin. When he suddenly called her, Ming Shu waved her hand. âYou can go down first.â
Cui-er seemed a little unwilling. âPrincess Consort, do you know how to take care of the lord?â
âAre you the princess consort or am I the princess consort?â
Cui-er: â...â
She hesitated. Under Ming Shuâs glare, she finally threw the towel back into the copper basin and left the room angrily.
Ming Shu got up and closed the door. She walked in front of the lord and placed a hand on the table. She bent down a little. âAre you really stupid or are you faking it?â
The prince blinked. There was no change in his expression. âWife, wash?â
Ming Shu stared at him for a long time.
She retracted her gaze. âWash up yourself.â
The prince pouted, but he actually listened to her and went to squeeze the towel.
The sound of water splashing filled up the room.
Ming Shu rubbed her eyebrows and threw the person on the bed. âAre you not in pain? Does it not hurt now? Hmm?â
The princeâs eyes were filled his tears. He said stubbornly, âNo pain.â
â...â Crazy.
Ming Shu squeezed the towel dry and wiped his face violently.
The dirt on his face was wiped away. His skin was white. You could almost see water dripping out of it. He pouted slightly and seemed displeased at Ming Shuâs rough manner. There were tears at the corners of his eyes.
The face... seemed a little feminine.
However, there was no question that it was beautiful.