That Makes It Simple

Thinking about it simply.

This time, the fellow seemed to have suddenly sunk into gloom.

But there was no reason for it.

He shouldn't have been like that at all.

No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't find a cause.

But if he was jealous...

Hadn't she happened to visit the Eighth Prince a few times recently?

The timing, combined with that question!

"No way..."

Bai Ruoli's expression grew even more complicated.

What on earth was going on? She still couldn't figure it out. Around this time, or perhaps a little earlier?

What exactly had she done during this period?

What could have made Jun Jingyi, who had caused her death in her previous life, fall so hopelessly in love with her that he had even come to propose in person?

How had she not known she was so capable?

If she'd had that ability in her previous life, would she still have been killed?

Now...

"Ahem, well..."

Bai Ruoli forced herself to regain her composure and shook her head. "Impossible!"

"Really?"

Jun Jingyi was still a little uneasy, afraid that she was just being shy.

This was a matter of life and death.

But if she was telling the truth, that meant the Eighth Prince wasn't the male lead. Then... what was he putting on airs in front of him for here in Tianfu City?

Just because he was a prince?

"Heh! Doesn't he know that even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake?"

Jun Jingyi smiled disdainfully at the thought.

"Uh..."

Bai Ruoli stared speechlessly at Jun Jingyi, whose face had suddenly lit up with a smile.

Just a moment ago, the fellow had looked as though he were cursing heaven and earth.

Now he was this happy just because she'd said she couldn't possibly marry the Eighth Prince?

She was speechless.

But Lian'er, who stood beside her, was delighted.

Her face was so red it looked ready to bleed. She was a maid who would share her mistress's husband, after all, so in the future!

After a long while, Bai Ruoli gave a faint nod. "Really!"

"Phew!"

Jun Jingyi let out a long breath and smiled.

At the same time, the arrogant look on the Eighth Prince's face when they had first met surfaced in his mind.

What on earth is he putting on airs for?

Did he come here looking for trouble?

If he's not the protagonist, then he's courting death, isn't he!

The Eighth Prince?

Heh, a prince. How impressive. I wonder if, after he dies, the King of Hell down below will still recognize his princely bloodline.

At the thought, a faint killing intent flickered in Jun Jingyi's eyes.

All he feared was the protagonist's heaven-defying luck.

If the Eighth Prince wasn't the protagonist, then this would be much simpler, wouldn't it?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

At last, they settled on a familiar face.

A face belonging to a man whose body had been hollowed out by wine and women.

A face that had shown him a vicious expression.

West of the city, the Li Family, Second Young Master Li!

I'll start with you.

Not one of you can expect to walk out of Tianfu City unharmed. Honestly, you're just asking for a beating!

"Young Master Jun?"

"Young Master Jun?"

Beside him, Bai Ruoli's face flushed red as she watched Jun Jingyi standing there in a daze, a smile all over his face.

Even someone as calculating as her was finding it a little hard to keep herself under control.

She badly wanted to know what the fellow had just been thinking about.

What was he grinning like a fool for?

On closer thought, the fellow's smile... seemed to have appeared after she answered his question and confirmed she wouldn't marry the Eighth Prince?

"..."

Why did that smile suddenly look so lecherous to her?

"Ahem!"

Jun Jingyi hurriedly came back to his senses. Seeing the beautiful woman looking at him strangely, he gave an awkward cough and rose. "It's been so long, Miss Bai must be hungry. I'll go prepare something to eat."

With that, he strode happily outside.

Almost everyone who saw him could read one word written on his face: happy.

He headed straight for the kitchen.

Bai Ruoli was speechless.

She wanted very much to get up and leave.

It was simply too awkward here.

But...

She thought of the delicious food Jun Jingyi had made before. She'd had her family's cooks try for ages, but they couldn't make it!

While silently fuming at her family's cooks for being so useless, she was also puzzled. Jun Jingyi was a young marquis who had never wanted for food or clothing.

Yet he could cook?

And make such delicious food?

"Forget it..."

After thinking it over, Bai Ruoli gave a quiet snort to herself.

In any case, the Jun Family's young miss invited me here to help today. I'm a guest, so what's wrong with having a meal?

It's only proper, perfectly normal!

"Miss, what do you think Young Master Jun will make this time?"

"Hmm..."

Bai Ruoli pondered.

Will it be the fish-fragrant shredded pork and kung pao chicken from last time? Or...

Suddenly, Bai Ruoli snapped back to her senses. She shot Lian'er a displeased glare, rolled her eyes, and scolded, "We're guests. Guests should follow their host's lead. Where are your manners!"

Lian'er stuck out her tongue in protest.

She puffed out her cheeks angrily.

She was speechless at her mistress for saying one thing and meaning another. Did she really think Lian'er hadn't seen her pondering just now?

But she didn't dare say it...

Soon, a tableful of fragrant dishes arrived, and the two women fixed their eyes on Jun Jingyi.

Their stares made Jun Jingyi's scalp prickle.

At first, he found it a little strange.

But as soon as he picked up his chopsticks, the speed of their reactions made him understand something...

That night.

At the Jun Residence.

Jun Jingyi sat happily in his study, an oil lamp lit as he wrote something down at a rapid pace.

He felt happier and happier.

The sources of his unhappiness in Tianfu City over the past few days could finally begin to disappear.

He was writing a story.

A dream in his heart that Sikong Ye had shattered.

A story of fine clothes and spirited horses, of raising wine and singing songs, of a jianghu filled with chivalry.