Chapter 974 - 974: Marriage
The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âStudy in the palace?â Song Jingchen took a deep breath and looked at the smug little girl leaning against the window sill. His head hurt.
Little Jiajia smiled. âThatâs right. Iâve decided to go to school with you tomorrow.â
âYou donât know, do you? I hate studying, but I have no choice. Youâre so busy every day. I canât stop you from studying and force you to play with me, right? Then I can only sacrifice myself.â
âHowever, you donât have to be too touched. Just go to school with me every day in the future. Anyway, itâs convenient. You canât sneak away.â
âOh, right. When the time comes, you have to help me do my homework. In any case, I canât be inferior to others. I went to school for you. You have to be responsible for me.â
If she didnât want to embarrass himself, shouldnât she work hard herself? No matter how good his homework was, it couldnât be funneled into her head. Besides, he wasnât the one who asked her to go. Why did he have to be responsible?
Also, didnât she come to Great Xia to play? The Xuanyuan Kingdom had all kinds of great teachers, so why did she come to Great Xiaâs palace to join the classes?
Song Jingchen was speechless when he heard her ramble on and on.
He suddenly remembered what his grandfather had said to him after returning from the palace banquet that day.
âThat person has always been worried about our Song family. He definitely doesnât want our family to be related to the Xuanyuan Kingdom. Brother Chen, stay away from the princess in the future.â
âActually, itâs understandable for the emperor to be worried. If someone ambitious seizes this opportunity, he could persuade the Xuanyuan Kingdom to help him in the future. It wonât be a problem for him to overthrow the imperial power. â
âBut Brother Chen, you have to remember that anyone in Great Xia can be a traitor, except for our Song family. We are indebted to the late emperor, just as he was indebted to us. Grandfather canât let him down.â
âWhen your father returns, Iâll tell him and ask your mother to help you take a look. Weâll settle your marriage first so that that person can rest assured.â
âDonât say that youâre still young and in no hurry. Even if the person we chose isnât from a good family, we wonât find someone with a bad personality. Itâs better than the emperor âgrantingâ you a marriage with someone whoâs out to harm you.â
âWhy is such a good girl the princess of the Xuanyuan Kingdom?â
âJust bear with it a little longer. By then, our Song family will be able to catch our breath.â
Bear with it? What were they waiting for? Although his grandfather didnât say it explicitly, he understood.
They were waiting for the day Emperor Chongâan abdicated and the crown prince ascended the throne.
Song Jingchen lowered his eyes. Although he didnât refute his grandfather at that time, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
On account of the late emperorâs kindness, his grandfather only wanted to help the Shangguan family protect Great Xia. For the sake of the people in power, he was willing to retreat again and again.
However, Emperor Chongâan was not the late emperor. He did not have any mercy. Could the Song family really wait until the day the crown prince, who had half of the Song familyâs bloodline, ascended the throne?
It was unknown if he had been thinking too much these past few days, but he had a dream.
Last night, he actually dreamed about the funeral banner of the Bulwark Dukeâs residence hanging high. The whiteness of the funeral banner pierced his eyes, and he had lingering fears for the entire day. He did not even hear what the teacher said in class.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you unhappy?â Little Jiajia tilted her head and looked at the young man sitting in front of the desk. The young manâs eyes were filled with fatigue. It was obvious that he had not rested well.
After some thought, she exerted strength with her hand on the window sill and rolled into the study. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Jingchen came back to his senses and said helplessly, âThereâs a door. Why did you climb through the window?â
âIâm lazy.â Little Jiajia leaned over and picked up the book he had placed in the middle of the desk. When she saw that it was a military book, she was a little surprised. âMy fatherâs study also has this book. Can you understand it?â Song Jingchen pursed his lips. âI was just looking at it for fun.â
âOh.â Little Jiajiaâs head hurt when she saw the book. She did not feel that she had been patronized. She put the book back and asked with concern, âWhy are you back so early today? Did someone in the palace bully you?â
Song Jingchen looked at her steadily and asked, âWhat will you do if someone bullies me?â
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it and said, âNo one bullied me. I completed my assignments quickly today, so I naturally came back early.â
In fact, he usually returned at this time. The reason why he came back late a few days ago was because he listened to his grandfather and deliberately avoided this girl.
Little Jiajia ignored his last sentence and clenched her fists. She said angrily, âHow dare someone bully my people? Tell me who it is. Iâll help you beat him up.â
âForget it, I donât know him anyway. Bring me to him directly.â As she spoke, she pulled his hand and was about to leave when she comforted him. âDonât worry, the emperor of Great Xia wonât dare to do anything to me.â
Her fatherâs 500,000 troops were still waiting at the border.
Song Jingchen was accidentally pulled up from the chair by her. Sensing the softness of her hand holding his, the tips of his ears turned red. He quickly said, âNo one bullied me.â
Little Jiajia paused and turned to look at him suspiciously. âReally?â
âNo, Iâm the crown princeâs study companion and the heir of the Bulwark Dukeâs residence. No one dares to bully me. Besides, they canât beat me.â Little Jiajia still didnât believe it.
Song Jingchen regretted saying that again and said seriously, âI really didnât. Even if I did, I wouldnât need a little girl like you to avenge me.â
Did he still want his reputation?
âAlright.â Little Jiajia believed him. She thought of something and blinked.
âThen can you avenge me if anyone bullies me in the future?â
Song Jingchen didnât think anyone dared to bully her, but he was afraid that she wouldnât relent, so he nodded. âSure.â
Little Jiajia was happy. âI knew you were the best.â
Song Jingchen coughed uncomfortably and took the opportunity to pull his hand away. He sat in front of the desk again and casually picked up a book to read. âAlright, I want to read. Go back quickly. You donât have to go to school tomorrow since we have a day off. Iâll bring you to the palace the day after tomorrow..â