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âWife, blood.â
Ming Shu gave him a strange look. He was kneeling on the blanket and his face was a little red. Tears formed at the edges of his eyes and the clothes on his body were a mess. He seemed to have been bullied by someone.
Ming Shu: â...â
The prince opened his pale lips and said weakly, âWife, hurt, medicine.â
Ming Shu thought that he meant the injuries on his body. She didnât find any medicine in the room so she ordered Little Beastie to go and find medicine.
Little Beastie was so angry its fur exploded.
Trash-picker, you forsake your friend for your partner! Bastard!
âI will give you a complete Manchu-Han banquet. Be good. Hurry up and go.â
Bullshit!
You never give me any banquet. Liar!
I will not go! I want to change owners!
Ming Shu didnât care. If it could change its owners, it would have done so long ago. Would it still be jumping around here?
Ming Shu threw it out. âHurry up. Stop talking nonsense.â
Little Beastie jumped around outside. The light on its body shimmered like a spirit.
Trash-picker, I will break ties with you. Now! Immediately!
âOkay okay okay, letâs break up. Once you bring the medicine back, we will break up.â
Little Beastie: â...â
Little Beastie scolded her fiercely but in the end, it still brought the medicine back for Ming Shu. It ran away from Ming Shu out of spite.
It would do as it said and break up with her. It was a beast with dignity.
Ming Shu took the medicine and asked the prince to take his clothes off.
âNo.â The prince didnât agree to her request no matter what.
Ming Shu went to hit him again and knock him unconscious. However, the prince suddenly grabbed her elbow. âMedicine, wife, pain.â
Ming Shu: â...â Translator! I donât understand what this little demon is saying.
The prince saw that Ming Shu didnât move so he reached out and pointed behind Ming Shu at her clothes.
âBlood.â
Blood, what blood! Where was there blood!
... Blood?
Ming Shu twisted her head and looked behind her. There was a bloodstain at the back of her clothes.
She paused for a moment.
This question is a little awkward.
âGive you, put on you, I can.â The prince suddenly took the medicine in Ming Shuâs hand and puffed up his chest. He looked like a student waiting for a compliment.
Ming Shu slapped his hand away. âPut what medicine? Sit down properly.â
Are you allowed to put medicine on me?!
The prince immediately became puzzled. âWife, pain?â
Ming Shu took off his clothes violently and picked up his elbow. She changed the medicine for him and stuffed him beneath the blanket.
âYou are not allowed to get up. If you do, I will hit you.â Ming Shu pressed down the prince, who was about to get up. âI will come back in a while.â
âBlood...â
âClose your eyes.â
The prince pursed his lips and wanted to cry.
Ming Shu took a deep breath. Calm down, he is just an idiot.
Ming Shu left the room and changed her clothes. She returned to the room.
The prince had sat up again. His eyes were red and tears fell furiously down his face.
The prince only had the intelligence of a kid, but his body was not that of a kid.
It should be very weird to see a man crying and whining.
However, the prince looked pitiful, but not weird. Instead, it made people want to protect him.
I... I must have taken the wrong script. This is a BL story and the prince is a bottom, right?
Ming Shu pressed him back onto the bed. âLook at you crying. So ugly. Hurry up and sleep.â
Straight Man Cancer Shu took the blanket and covered the prince with it. She even covered his head with the blanket.
She pulled the blanket now a little in fear that he would suffocate to death. The tearful face of the prince popped out.
Ming Shu: â...â
Ming Shu didnât have the energy to coax him. She took a chair and sat beside the window.
The sobbing sound behind her got fainter and the room became quiet.
A gust of wind came in from the window and extinguished the candles in the room. Only the dim moonlight lit up the outline of the person by the window.
Little Beastie had jumped in from the window and it held a bunch of things in its mouth. They looked like grapes. It stood on the window and twisted and turned.
Ming Shu reached out and grabbed it. Little Beastie jumped agilely to the side.
After that, it finished the bunch of fruits that looked like grapes right in front of Ming Shu.
Ming Shu: â...â You are really bold!!
Little Beastie stuck out its tongue and pulled a face. Who asked you to break up with me!
Little Beastie suddenly jumped back and disappeared into the night.
After that, Ming Shu felt someone hugging her. Her body froze.
âWife, tired.â A nasal voice floated beside her ear.
Doesnât he make any sound or breathe when he walks?
If his body was not warm, Ming Shu would suspect that she was staying with a ghost.
âIf you are tired, go and sleep. Do I have to coax you to sleep?â Straight Man Cancer Shu wasnât moved at all.
âSleep, with wife.â
Ming Shu turned her head. The moonlight shone on her side profile. She slowly opened her mouth. âGet off.â
The prince didnât say anything. However, he didnât move and just continued hugging her.
Ming Shu was too lazy to care about him. After all, she would not lose any meat if he hugged her for a while more.
She lay on the chair contently.
âAh huh...â
The prince sniffed and rubbed against Ming Shu. His face was at her shoulder.
Ming Shu: â...â
â
After they lay on the bed, the prince embraced her like an octopus. Their bodies immediately warmed.
Ming Shu hesitated for a long time before she hugged him. He asked him, âWhere did your injuries come from?â
The prince shivered and then stuffed his head against Ming Shuâs shoulder. He didnât say anything.
Ming Shu frowned slightly. âDid someone bully you?â
âI fell... fell,â the prince said scaredly. âVery pain.â
âIt doesnât look like an injury from a fall, Your Royal Highness.â Ming Shuâs tone was strange. âBe good and tell me who did it. I will take revenge for you.â
âThey, fierce.â The prince grabbed Ming Shuâs clothes. âFight, canât win.â
Ming Shu clicked her tongue. âThat is because you are stupid.â
âI... not stupid. Wife, I, not stupid. I am smart. My father says, I am smart.â The prince suddenly got agitated. âYou donât, donât like, me.â
âSure, tell me, who did it?â
The prince got nervous.
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The next day...
Cui-er knocked on the door for a long time before Ming Shu slowly got up. She opened the door while her hair was still a mess.
Cui-er didnât wait for Ming Shu to say anything. She walked into the room directly.
She saw her master lying on the bed still asleep. The blanket closer to the edge of the bed had been lifted up. It was obvious that someone had slept there. Her face changed immediately. âPrincess Consort, you...â
Cui-er stamped her foot and ran out.
Ming Shu: â...â What is wrong with her bright and early in the morning?
Not only was there something wrong with Cui-er, but there was also something wrong with Lord Yiâan too. He rushed in hurriedly with Cui-er.
When he saw the situation on the bed, his face turned red with anger. He opened his mouth angrily. âPrincess Consort, have you forgotten all the rules that I have set for you?!â
Rules?
What rules?
Ming Shu thought for a while. When she first married into the Yiâan family, on the night of her wedding, Lord Yiâan set many rules for her.
One was to not sleep with the prince.
Ming Shu smiled. âFather, be reasonable. Your son was the one that pestered me. You think that I want to sleep with him on the same bed?â
Lord Yiâanâs face turned dark. âHow dare you dislike Xun-er!â
âArenât you the one that doesnât allow me to sleep on the same bed as him?â There is something wrong with this Lord Yiâanâs thinking.
âEven if that is the case, you canât dislike Xun-er too. You are married to the family. Whether you are alive or dead, you belong to Xun-er!â Lord Yiâan didnât realize that he was focusing on the wrong thing.
Cui-er reminded him at the side, âDuke, the princeâs body is not strong and the princess consort still does this...â