She generously gave up such a good job!
Song Cui'er blushed deeply, but still took a few steps forward, then suddenly knelt before Prince of Jin, "Cui... Cui'er serves Your Highness."
Tang Zhuyun was overjoyed. "Cui'er, you need to go to the outhouse, you can't just go anywhere..."
Song Cui'er was stunned.
Going to the outhouse to change clothes? What if the clothes fall into the outhouse?
Recalling the time Tang Zhuyun had pulled down his pants, and remembering how she had pushed him into a position he considered too crude even for a fire starter, the Prince of Jin, fueled by both old and new grudges, sneered, "Tang Zhuyun, it seems you don't want this position as a concubine anymore."
Don't you know whether I want it or not?
However, Madam Song panicked and shoved Tang Zhuyun, saying, "I told you you're clumsy! Why aren't you serving the Prince?"
Tang Zhuyun narrowed her eyes. "Is Your Highness sure you want me to serve you?"
If she takes such good care of him that he suffers some serious injury, becomes paralyzed, or is never fully recovered, are you sure she won't blame her?
The Prince of Jin walked toward the latrine with a cold smile.
Judging by his imposing manner, someone who didn't know better would think he was holding court!
Tang Zhuyun gritted her teeth and followed.
The word "patience" has a knife above it; once she loses her temper, that knife might fall somewhere else entirely.
The outhouse was not spacious. When the Prince of Jin, a big guy, stood inside, Tang Zhuyun felt very cramped. She could almost hear his breathing.
She blushed slightly for some reason, pressed herself against the wall with a look of disgust, and said with a forced smile, "Should I help Your Highness take off your pants again?"
The Prince of Jin sneered, loosened his belt, turned his back to her, and said in a low voice, "Clap your hands."
Tang Zhuyun: What the heck?
"Clap your hands, or slap your face."
At the same time, the sound of rushing water could be heard.
Tang Zhuyun: I just swear, you're threatening me to clap when you pee?
If I don't give it my all, you won't perform well?
Let's play drums then.
Others applaud for love, she can applaud even for dislike.
Tang Zhuyun clapped her hands lightly.
I don't know if the Prince of Jin felt embarrassed, but even someone as thick-skinned as her felt awkward about this strange quirk.
"Use force!" the Prince of Jin roared.
Tang Zhuyun: "Yes."
She clapped her hands vigorously, shouting, "Your Highness, keep it up! Please pee your way through the wall and all the way to the palace!"
The Prince of Jin did not need her to serve him. He dressed himself, reached out and wiped his hand on the red brick wall, then wiped it on her face.
Tang Zhuyun: "What did you put on my face?!"
He didn't wash his hands!
He urinated and then wiped it on her face without washing his hands; his hands were still wet!
Prince of Jin grabbed her by the collar and shoved her away. Tang Zhuyun, who was already furious, was almost knocked over. She staggered a few steps before regaining her balance and reached back to scratch him, but Madam Song held her tightly.
Madam Song scolded, "You little hussy, you're asking for trouble by trying to fight the Prince. So what if the Prince slaps you a few times! Why do you think you're so precious?"
Tang Zhuyun: So that's what clapping is all about?
She looked at Prince of Jin, who was looking at the trembling Song Cui'er with an icy expression. "These are the rules of the Prince's Palace."
So Prince of Jin was trying to scare Song Cui'er?
Did Song Cui'er go to see him?
No wonder he suddenly started causing trouble for me; so that's why!
But Song Cui'er is a masochist!
"Cousin, cousin, are you scared?" Tang Zhuyun wasn't afraid of the high stage when watching a play.
Song Cui'er stammered, "I... I'm not afraid... I... I'll be obedient..."
Tang Zhuyun almost burst out laughing, her head bowed and shoulders trembling. "Your Highness, I know I was wrong."
She could imagine how grim the Prince of Jin's expression must be.
There was no way around it; Song Cui'er simply liked such imposing men.
The Prince of Jin returned defeated and left with Nanny Rong.
Tang Zhuyun wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Nanny Rong was also smiling.
This must have been Prince of Jin invited to help her!
Although Tang Zhuyun laughed at Prince of Jin, she was still disgusted by the fact that he had touched his face without washing his hands after relieving himself.
This round ended in a lose-lose situation for both sides.
Tang Zhuyun washed her face countless times, and this time she really rubbed it until it turned red.
When the Tang Family father and son returned, they heard from Madam Song that Tang Zhuyun had been slapped by Prince of Jin for disobeying them, and seeing that Tang Zhuyun was still blushing, they immediately put down their chopsticks.
Linlin had never heard of this before and looked at Tang Zhuyun in utter shock. "Auntie, is he really a prince?"
Yanran was tired from playing and had already fallen asleep, so she wasn't on the table.
"That's not true," Tang Zhuyun said. "It's all a misunderstanding. Let's eat."
Tang Mingfan: "A-Yun, don't be afraid, your father will stand up for you!"
Tang Baixin: "A-Yun, are you compromising because of me?"
Linlin: "Auntie, I'll help you! I'll never speak to the Prince again!"
Madam Song retorted angrily, "Have you all lost your minds? It was clearly her..."
"Enough!" Tang Mingfan slammed his hand on the table. "Mother, this has nothing to do with you. I'm going to find the Prince right now!"
"Dad, I want to go too."
I'll go too.
Seeing the three men about to leave, Tang Zhuyun reached a consensus with Madam Song for the first time. "Don't go, I really didn't suffer any injustice."
Not only was she not wronged, she almost angered the Prince of Jin to death.
"Eat first, and I'll tell you what happened after we finish eating."
The three men clearly had little appetite, and after finishing their meal, they went together to Tang Zhuyun's room.
Madam Song tried to eavesdrop at the door, but Tang Mingfan chased her away.
Tang Zhuyun honestly explained the situation, saying, "Actually, I think Prince of Jin was just angry that I used him to shield my grandmother, so..."
Tang Mingfan frowned deeply. "That's outrageous! No, I have to have a serious talk with him when I see him tomorrow. You're still my daughter, it's none of his business. And when you marry into the Prince's household..."
"No, Father, what future is there!" Tang Zhuyun said, "Didn't we agree that you would tell the Emperor that I am not a virgin? If it weren't for Grandmother, this matter would have been over long ago."
Tang Mingfan cleared his throat. "We'll talk about this later."
"Let's leave it at that for now," he added. "I'll speak with Prince of Jin tomorrow. A-Yun, remember, no matter when you're wronged, you must let your father know."
"Okay." Tang Zhuyun's eyes welled up slightly, and she said with a grin, "Um, big brother, wait a minute, oh no, never mind, it's alright, I'll talk to Linlin."
Tang Baixin glanced at her worriedly before following Tang Mingfan out.
Linlin: "Auntie, what do you want to tell me?"
"It's that one," Tang Zhuyun squatted down and whispered, "When you and the prince were relieving yourself, how... how did he pee?"
She was very bothered by this!
Linlin was taken aback by her question, "So what if I just stand there with my legs spread apart to pee, Auntie?"
Tang Zhuyun: "Did he pee on his hands?"
Linlin: "No, how could you have peed on your hands?"
Tang Zhuyun: "That's alright. So, you men, do you still support yourselves?"
"What?"
"It's alright, it's alright," Tang Zhuyun said, covering her face. "Hurry up and wash up and go to bed."
However, after a while, Linlin was called out by Tang Baixin: "What did your aunt ask you?"
Linlin truthfully replied, "They asked me if the prince peed on his hands."
Tang Baixin: "..."
Does my sister distrust Prince of Jin so much? Did she discover something about Prince of Jin today that he's impotent? Otherwise, why would she have such suspicions? It would have to be something negligible for her to even urinate on her hand...
Tang Baixin asked with great seriousness and concern, "Then, Linlin, did the Prince pee on your hands?"
Linlin: "Father, why are you all asking this?"
"Answer Dad's question first, this is very important."
Linlin: "No."
Tang Baixin a sigh of relief.