Chapter Six Hundred and Twenty-Three: I’m Wearing the Dragon Robe While Doing It With You
It wasn’t until dinner time that Young Master Sang came out of his room, looking quite pleased with himself.
As he approached the dining table, he instructed Master Yu Xia, “Don’t forget to bring dinner to me later, okay?”
While Master Yu Xia nodded in agreement, she couldn’t help but wonder what Huo Ningxue had been doing in Young Master Sang’s room all afternoon.
“Your Majesty, I’ve brought your meal.”
When Master Yu Xia opened the door to Young Master Sang’s room, she found Huo Ningxue curled up in the corner, silently biting the corner of the blanket and sobbing.
“Waa… I was wrong… I’ll never boast again…”
Master Yu Xia: “…”
Got it.
This is the classic response of someone who just got hit hard by reality.
Setting the meal on the table, Master Yu Xia couldn’t help but offer some comfort. “Your Majesty, no need to be sad. The Lord isn’t that petty.”
“A slip of the tongue, the Lord won’t hold a grudge.”
“Really?” Huo Ningxue looked up at Master Yu Xia with puppy eyes. “He’s going to let me off the hook tonight, right?”
“Well, that depends on what you said.”
Master Yu Xia curiously asked, “So what did you say that made the Lord mad?”
“I, I boasted that he couldn’t satisfy me and ended up begging for mercy in bed…”
Master Yu Xia: “…You’re on your own. Good luck.”
Huo Ningxue’s face fell into despair. “Huh?”
“I was simply naive and said I wanted to monopolize him for ten days. Does it have to be taken so seriously?”
Master Yu Xia’s eyes nearly popped out in shock. “Monopolize the Lord? For ten days? Your Majesty, are you serious?”
“…I didn’t realize it would turn out this way.” Huo Ningxue felt like crying.
By now, Master Yu Xia looked at her with nothing but sympathy. “Well, I guess you’ll see him again in ten days. Just take care of yourself.”
“No, please don’t!” Huo Ningxue clung desperately to Master Yu Xia’s leg, wailing, “Aren’t you a maid? Shouldn’t you help the lady of the house during tough times?”
“I can’t help you, Your Majesty. It’s not that I don’t want to; it’s that I dare not help.”
Master Yu Xia feigned innocence. “If the Lord gets mad and wants me for ten days too, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”
Watching someone like Huo Ningxue, a top-tier cultivator and former head of the Water Moon Sect, tremble in fear at the thought of being monopolized for ten days was truly something.
What made her think that was a good idea in the first place?
“Will I even live to see the sun in ten days?” Huo Ningxue looked up, wide-eyed and afraid.
“Well, you should. The Lord is actually quite compassionate.”
Master Yu Xia said seriously, “But during those ten days, you’re probably in for a rough time.”
That single statement made Huo Ningxue start crying again.
Master Yu Xia couldn’t think of any more comforting words, so with a sigh, she quietly closed the door and left.
——
Eventually, Huo Ningxue barely nibbled at her food before losing her appetite and curled back up at the foot of the bed.
Ever since she ascended the throne, she’d never felt so pitiful, small, and helpless.
In Tianlang City, she was a monarch above thousands, an Empress of the Holy Kingdom no one dared to covet.
Yet here at the Sang household, she was just a trembling mess on the bed.
Sometimes Huo Ningxue wondered if she was too meek, or if she was just naturally unlucky.
Meeting someone like Young Master Sang was simply outrageous.
With a creak, the door swung open, and in walked Young Master Sang, steam rising from his bathrobe, looking absolutely relaxed.
“Wow, Your Majesty, why have you only eaten so little?”
Young Master Sang’s expression was like that of a wolf spotting a little bunny, grinning mischievously. “Looks like you’re missing tonight’s activities so much that you can’t eat!”
Huo Ningxue gasped in horror.
“W-wait! Can we negotiate a bit?”
“Negotiate what?”
“I… I realize I was wrong, just let me off tonight.” She clutched the blanket tightly, “I’m still getting used to this and my body isn’t up for strenuous activities.”
“No way!”
Young Master Sang’s exaggerated expression was comical. “Your Majesty has a divine body! You always say I’m the one screaming and begging for mercy, right?”
“Just pretend I was naïve and said something foolish. Please let me off this time!” Huo Ningxue desperately pleaded, close to tears.
Seeing her looking so scared, Young Master Sang knew he could stop scaring her. He smiled and, under Huo Ningxue’s watchful gaze, climbed into bed beside her.
“Alright then. Sleep well, Your Majesty.”
Huo Ningxue remained tense, worried he might suddenly take advantage of her. After a while, noticing he wasn’t moving, she gradually relaxed.
Eventually, she couldn’t resist anymore and quietly climbed under the covers, snuggling up next to Young Master Sang.
“…Does that mean you’re not afraid of me eating you now?”
“Afraid.” Huo Ningxue thought for a moment, then nervously shrank her neck. “But if you really wanted to eat me, I wouldn’t be able to fight back.”
Young Master Sang was both amused and exasperated.
So timid yet stubborn. Truly, it’s you.
“By the way…”
Huo Ningxue pouted, grumbling quietly, “Even if I’m 99% at fault, don’t you have any blame in this?”
“You know I’m foolish yet you still tease me. You’re a bad person too.”
That was indeed true.
Huo Ningxue’s remark gave Young Master Sang a twinge of guilt.
Tomorrow, he’d buy some sunflower seeds for Huo Ningxue.
“So, do you finally understand what is meant by ‘bed matters’ now?”
“…Do I dare say I don’t know?” Huo Ningxue shot him a resentful glare.
Young Master Sang chuckled as he ruffled her hair, pulling her into an embrace.
“Then I’ll let you off tonight. Time for bed.”
The lights went out in an instant, plunging the room into darkness.
But shortly after, Huo Ningxue’s soft voice pierced the silence.
“…Didn’t you say you’d let me off tonight?”
“Um. It’s just a normal physiological reaction.” Young Master Sang coughed awkwardly, “After all, what man wouldn’t react when holding someone as lovely as you?”
Huo Ningxue peeked up. In the dim light, her eyes sparkled like stars.
“So… does Sang Fei actually quite like my body?”
“Let me ask you. Between my body and Gu Gongzhu’s, which does Sang Fei prefer?”
Young Master Sang thought for a moment and feigned a melancholic tone. “Oh dear. Even though Your Majesty is breathtakingly beautiful, Gu-jie is also a vision to behold. Plus, as the dignified head of the Sword Flower Palace, she has a unique charm that’s hard to resist.”
As expected. Upon hearing this, Huo Ningxue’s lips puffed out in annoyance.
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m still the Holy Kingdom’s prince!”
She said viciously, “Next time, I’ll wear the dragon robe while doing it with you. I’m sure it’ll be way more comfortable than with that woman.”
…Now that’s what I want to see. Young Master Sang wore an expectant smile.
