Chapter Thirty-Five
This isn't just consolation, but it's far more powerful than any other form of comfort.
A hand was extended in front of her eyes— His Your Majesty's hand. Long, slender fingers, elegant fingertips, trembling slightly before her eyes. She chuckled, raised her hand to rub the tip of her nose, and reached out to give him a righteous and manly handshake. The moment her fingertips touched him, he gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her downwards. She stumbled and fell towards him, crashing headfirst into His Your Majesty's broad chest.
A man's chest is always broader than a woman's, and this obvious difference made her hurriedly turn over to try to get away, but the large hands on her back pressed her cheek into his slightly warm and hot chest.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this humble subject..."
"Please, do not move, commoner."
"..."
"Hold this position for one more time."
"..."
"Putting yourself on your feet is tiring too. Let me rest for a while." The man's deep, resonant voice, accompanied by the steady beating of his heart, resonated in her ear.
Hiding his expression from her, His Your Majesty rested his chin on her narrow shoulder, the weight causing a slight ache. With just a slight turn of his body, she felt a warm breath from his lips on her neck. This brotherly embrace was devoid of any impure intent, and she couldn't resist it coyly, yet it easily highlighted the difference between men and women. She could only sit stiffly, maintaining the standard posture of a Confucian scholar even in the arms of the Emperor, to make herself appear more like a true man.
"Your Majesty, shouldn't you be rested enough?"
"Just one more time."
"It's taking a while."
"However, holding him like this, I suddenly feel... that the Pig Kid's body smells so good."
"That's because I'm a germaphobe and I shower every day!"
"Oh, but this doesn't seem to smell like soapberry. Hmm... it's more like... the lingering scent of Rouge from a young woman's home?"
"Well, well, well, it's because I, this humble one... I have a younger sister, and we're very close, always spending time together. So, that's why I inevitably got to tag along!"
"A little sister?" Her embrace loosened slightly, and a pair of playful, amused eyes fell into her gaze. "Pig Kid, you have a little sister?"
"..." Lies always snowball, and even deceiving the emperor is a last resort. "... Yes, I have a younger sister..."
"Is it pretty?"
"... Uh... well, it'll do..."
"Bring him to meet me another day?"
"... This, this, this is probably inconvenient! My younger sister is not yet married and cannot casually show her face to men."
"Hmm... that's true." Stroking his chin, His Your Majesty fell into deep thought. "Then... why don't I marry her and bring her into the palace to serve me?"
"Puff!!!"
Author's Note:
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Chapter 36, Chapter Thirty-Five
Tilting her head, a radiant smile bloomed before her. "So this Pig Kid is now my brother-in-law, and I can legitimately see you every day, right?"
"..." This must be the most bizarre reason she'd ever heard for getting married—just to see her brother-in-law every day.
"It's decided!" With a slap on his thigh, His Your Majesty's eyes suddenly fixed on her with a profound look. "I will make that Pig Kid mine."
"... Huh? What?!" When did this dialogue... get to this point? Marrying her sister, flirting with her brother-in-law, and then how did she become His Your Majesty's woman?
"I want that Pig Kid to become mine." His eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, like a lazy, affectionate cat, slowly approaching her. "Pig Kid, do you want to become mine?"
"Change... change... change... become your person?" Stop crawling towards her, and in such a seductive and swaying posture. Your Majesty, you really have been spending too much time with Brothel. This Mortal Realm, dissolute smell is really deadly!
"Yes. Become my person, become someone I can confide in, someone I can have heart-to-heart talks with, someone I can hold and cry with..."
"... No, no, no, no... How can this be? I'm a man! How can this be..."
"What I want is a man."
"Huh?" Chatting all night and then crying in a man's arms? Your Majesty, do you really have that kind of fetish?!
"Does this Pig Kid not want to serve in the court and share my burdens?" He tilted his head, lightly biting his thin, tender lips, feigning ignorance with an innocent and naive expression.
"..." So that's what it meant to become his person... She thought His Your Majesty had seen through her identity and wanted to...
"You're getting the wrong idea?"
"How could this be!"
He chuckled softly, then suddenly reached out and lifted her chin, closing his eyes as if inhaling a fragrance, and gently sniffed her. "Of course, if Pig Kid willing, I can make you into my Pig Kid."
"Bang--Swish"
The sound of the door being kicked open, accompanied by barely suppressed rage, burst forth.
"Give me some leeway!"
Grabbing the bastard who was approaching Little Eight trying to turn him into that kind of person, Li Chenjing contorted with rage. Turning his head to look at Zhu Bafu, whose cheeks were flushed red, his anger surged even higher. This damn show-off dared to raise his Little Eight and provoke him, not even remembering how he had just acted like a wounded, effeminate coward. Had he forgotten the pain already? "Little Eight, let's go. I told you to let this kind of wicked, spineless guy fume to death! You insisted on getting involved with him!" He must have lost his mind to let Little Eight come in alone to comfort him. This kind of man, anyone who glances at him will get pregnant!