Madam Qin Is About to Make a Fuss Again

"... Do I look really pretty today?"

Qin Wangchuan looked at her.

It took him a long time to get to know this girl and gradually understand her personality.

Eighth Sister may seem arrogant, willful, and fearless, but deep down she is actually extremely timid.

She is easily swayed by the slightest breeze, and a few words from others can make her anxious and indecisive for half a day.

Even now, when I ask this question, it's asked so softly and timidly, as if I'm afraid of hearing a bad answer.

He simply assumed this was the girl's true nature, something he hadn't noticed before.

Little did they know, Eighth Sister wasn't always like this.

The thought crossed his mind, Qin Wangchuan's gaze fell on her face.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating her face adorned with rouge.

Adorned with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, and sparkling with pearls and jade, her eyes shone even brighter, with a hint of lingering shyness still visible at the corners.

The once fierce and unruly girl now sat obediently in front of him, her face flushed, eagerly awaiting his answer.

To Qin Wangchuan, this appearance was indeed... very beautiful.

He looked at her intently, uttering each word carefully.

"Um."

"Very beautiful."

The answer was firm and confident, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.

Qin Zhaoer was taken aback.

That heart, which had been hanging in suspense, filled with anxiety and uncertainty, felt as if it had been steadily supported by something.

A sweet and warm feeling quietly crept into her eyes and brows.

Qin Wangchuan didn't look at her again.

After saying that, all the fatigue of the day rushed over me.

He casually took off his outer robe, lay down on the bed covered with the wedding quilt, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm tired after a long day."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the person who was still sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing sitting there? Lie down."

Qin Zhaoer's body tensed almost imperceptibly.

She wasn't unaware of what tonight might bring.

How could a young woman of marriageable age not have any romantic thoughts in her heart when she is about to get married?

But she also knew that Qin Wangchuan most likely didn't have those kinds of thoughts.

Only...

Looking at the person who casually told her to lie down, a trace of inexplicable expectation still lingered in Qin Zhaoer's heart.

Who knows?

However, it turned out that she was overthinking it.

The two lay down side by side, with a considerable distance between them.

Looking at the gap between the two.

Qin Wangchuan seemed to think it was too far, so he leaned over and moved closer to her.

Qin Zhaoer's breath hitched.

That doesn't seem enough.

He moved a little closer.

Her heart, too, pounded faster and faster with each step he took as he drew nearer.

Closer still.

She was so close that she could clearly feel his warm breath on her face.

Until their foreheads gently touched.

Qin Zhaoer froze, barely daring to breathe, her heart pounding in her throat.

"Speaking of which," he said, his eyes closed and his voice weary, "We've been siblings for so many years, but we've never been this close."

Not even once.

Qin Zhaoer lay quietly, enveloped by his close presence. The lingering, romantic thoughts in her heart gradually subsided, leaving only an indescribable peace.

I'm too relaxed.

She was so relaxed, as if someone was whispering in her ear, urging her not to think about anything and just to close her eyes.

So she did as instructed.

"Of course," Qin Zhaoer replied softly with her eyes closed, "Back in the Immortal Court, you were born so late, how could we have had a chance to get close?"

"You were born early," Qin Wangchuan asked. "I didn't notice you were close to your Eldest Brother and the others."

"What else?" Qin Zhaoer thought for a moment, then answered with a hint of melancholy, "We call ourselves brothers and sisters, but in the end, we're just a few familiar strangers gathered together."

"That arrangement seems to be... to prevent fratricide?"

"Most likely," Qin Wangchuan said calmly. "The Qin Clan members grow up to be too extraordinary. If we don't use this title to keep them in check, it wouldn't be surprising if they start fighting later."

"It seems like we fought one before."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," Qin Zhaoer said softly, "I heard that this rule was established after that."

She paused, then suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, you said... how is the Immortal Court doing these days?"

"I don't know," Qin Wangchuan answered readily, "I haven't thought about it either."

"You're so carefree," Qin Zhaoer said, pursing her lips.

"Since I'm here, I should think about things here." He said calmly, "Thinking about anything else is pointless."

"It will only cause more trouble."

These words made Qin Zhaoer pause for a moment.

Then, as if she had caught something else, she moved closer.

"Oh, right!"

"What exactly did you say to that guy surnamed Zhong that day?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean by 'nothing'?"

"It's simply a matter of making things clear," Qin Wangchuan said calmly, his eyes closed. "Tell her that I already have someone I care about, and tell her not to wait any longer."

"The person you're concerned about?" Qin Zhaoer was taken aback, then became alert. "Who is it?"

Qin Wangchuan was silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Li Qingluan, Ye Jianwei, Dragon Scale... and Long Yue."

Hearing the string of names made Qin Zhaoer's heart tighten.

These are all women he had connections with in the Immortal Court.

Some of them may not have actually felt anything at the time.

For example, Long Yue.

Now that they had that relationship, Qin Wangchuan was unwilling to wrong anyone or owe anyone anything.

"... And what about me?"

Qin Zhaoer blurted out the question, then paused for a moment after asking it, her voice full of Qi Ingestion.

Qin Wangchuan hadn't originally intended to include her in the calculations.

But hearing her argue like that, I felt a bit like teasing her.

He slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the face so close to his.

"You—"

"You're last in line."

"... You're annoying!"

Qin Zhaoer was both ashamed and angry. She reached out to hit him, but couldn't bear to really use her strength, and only lightly punched him twice.

Qin Wangchuan chuckled softly and stopped teasing her.

The two of them sat there, forehead to forehead, chatting casually.

There was no fixed topic, nor was there anything that absolutely had to be said.

One sentence here, another sentence there.

But the thing is, we just can't seem to finish talking.

After some time, as they chatted, the murmurs gradually subsided.

With such cultivation, one need not sleep.

But tonight, in this warm, comforting peace, as if something lost has been regained.

Let's take a short rest.

After getting married, Qin Zhaoer moved into the Qin Clan Courtyard.

She showed no mercy, taking advantage of her status as "Madam Qin" to wreak havoc throughout the entire courtyard.

Today she adds a flower stand, tomorrow she changes the tea set, and she even complained that the stone table and chairs in the yard were ugly, so she insisted on having them moved away.

Qin Wangchuan initially let her have her way.

It's a small matter, I can't be bothered with it.

But there are some things that are truly unbearable.

Even though the blacksmith shop was open for business, she insisted on hanging up a sign outside saying it was closed.

When asked, she hesitated and couldn't give a reason.

Qin Wangchuan said it twice, but she wouldn't listen.

The third time, he stopped trying to persuade her.

Get started directly.

Same as before, spanking.

Qin Zhaoer's eyes widened, and she struggled, both ashamed and angry, but the slaps that landed were getting harder and harder.

She was initially defiant, but after a few slaps, she became obedient, curled up on the bed, and wrapped herself up in the blanket like a ball.

Qin Wangchuan stopped and glanced at her.

"Are you still going to cause trouble?"

A muffled voice came from under the covers. "... Stop making a fuss."

At this point, he discovered a pattern.

After each spanking, Qin Zhaoer would behave for a long time.

Eat and sleep as usual, but stop bothering with unnecessary things.

Moreover, she herself doesn't seem to be very resistant to it.

The vague guesses from before have finally been completely confirmed.

Eighth Sister likes this feeling.

(ps: Surprisingly, no one was smirking, tsk~)