TBTAMN Chapter 115

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 3) Chapter 115(30)

However, Qiao Yun only thought about Nan Jun, and no matter how hard Nan’an tried, she could not get what she wanted.

But Nan’an’s thoughts did not escape Qi Zhanyu’s eyes. After Qi Zhanyu used the beauty trick to get the words out of the drunk Nan’an, Qi Zhanyu tortured Nan’an severely, and he also hated Qiao Yun in his heart.

At this time, Qiao Yun covered his eyes so that only a pair of innocent eyes were exposed. Qi Zhanyu naturally did not recognize him.

Even if he was bumped into by someone, Qi Zhanyu would not let this person off easily, especially since that person had such a pair of seductive eyes.

“Why don’t you drag him away and beat him?”

Seeing that no one moved, Qi Zhanyu pointed at the few young servants beside him and shouted again.

“This prince didn’t notice and didn’t mean to bump into the Third Prince. It’s really my fault. Please forgive me.”

Qiao Yun took a step back and bowed respectfully to Qi Zhanyu.

He had no intention of fighting with Qi Zhanyu, and naturally thought it was better to keep things simple.

“Prince? Whose prince are you? Where are you from?”

Qi Zhanyu hadn’t heard that the emperor had taken in any new concubines recently, and he knew all the other concubines.

“Prince, this is the Eighth Prince.”

The little servant beside Qi Zhanyu whispered in his ear.

“Eighth Prince? Qiao Yun?”

Qi Zhanyu raised his eyebrows with a little suspicion and looked at Qiao Yun, and Qiao Yun also responded generously.

“That’s right.”

Qi Zhanyu secretly glanced at Nan Jun, who was standing not far away and had not spoken from beginning to end. Only then did he believe that the veiled person in front of him was the Qiao Yun he hated the most.

“Oh! That’s my fault for not recognizing the Eighth Prince. But…it’s not my fault. The Eighth Prince hasn’t been around the palace since his marriage, so it’s no wonder others don’t recognize him.”

Qi Zhanyu sarcastically curled his lips, as if afraid that everyone around him didn’t know that the Eighth Prince was out of favor.

“I’ve been feeling unwell lately and don’t want to spread the infection to others, so I haven’t come to the palace to pay my respects. Unlike the Third Prince, who is in good health and comes to the palace every day.”

Qiao Yun was not one to be bullied. As the Queen, his uncle had to give him some respect even if he didn’t have the title of Eighth Prince. Qiao Yun was naturally very displeased with Qi Zhanyu’s sarcastic attitude and didn’t want to talk to him properly.

“You…it’s useless for you to mock me for being burly. No matter how burly I am, I am still favored by my wife. Unlike some people who look weak and frail, but are not favored.”

Men hate being called strong the most. Doesn’t that mean he is vulgar?

Qi Zhanyu felt uncomfortable and his words hit Qiao Yun in the heart.

“You…who are you saying is not favored?”

Qiao Yun was also annoyed. What he hated most was that others said that Nan Jun didn’t like him. Now Qi Zhanyu’s words just hit Qiao Yun’s soft spot.

Apart from the fact that he was her Yun’er, as the Eighth Prince, he was indeed not favored by her.

Seeing that Nan Jun on the side still looked as if it had nothing to do with him, Qi Zhanyu became bolder.

“I’m talking about you!”

“You’re talking nonsense!”

“I’m talking nonsense? Haha… what a joke. Who in the whole capital doesn’t know that the Eighth Prince spent his wedding night alone in an empty room?”

Qi Zhanyu leaned close to Qiao Yun’s ear, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for those around him to hear.

Everyone’s eyes fell on Qiao Yun. Qiao Yun clenched his hands together in confusion. He wanted to refute, but he didn’t know how to start.

After all, this was not fake. After being married for many days, he was still a virgin. He could fool others, but not himself.

A sigh immediately sounded around, and everyone talked about this matter, making Qiao Yun’s face blush and turn pale under his veil.

Seeing his goal accomplished, Qi Zhanyu casually tugged at Qiao Yun’s veil and lamented, “No wonder the Eighth Prince has to cover his face when he goes out. If it were me, I’d be too embarrassed to face anyone! Haha…”

A burst of laughter filled the air, piercing Qiao Yun’s ears, yet he stubbornly stood there, refusing to remove his veil or seek help from Nan Jun.

Nan Jun waited, waiting for him to speak. Just one word, and she would protect him.

But the little man’s stubbornness now seemed like he had waited for Nan Jun for over a decade, unwavering in his resolve.

Though he remained silent, Nan Jun couldn’t bear to see him humiliated in public.

With a flick of her sleeve, she pulled the bewildered little man into her arms.

“Who said my prince is not favored? My prince is the treasure of my heart. I love him to the bone. How can he be compared to those men who wait for their wives’ favor every day?”

Nan Jun held the person in her arms, which seemed very intimate to outsiders. The fact that the two of them wore the same color clothes made the masters and sons jealous.

Yes!

Rumors cannot be believed. If he is really not favored, which wife would be willing to wear the same color clothes as her husband?

In the Southern Kingdom, unless it is absolutely necessary, no woman would want a man to wear the same color clothes as her. In the minds of women, men are just their accessories and are not worthy of having the same things as women.

Qiao Yun just lay there in the woman’s arms, feeling her protection and pampering, and had long forgotten his disguise.

Nan Jun’s voice was cold, but to Qi Zhanyu it was like a firecracker, catching him off guard.

Wasn’t it rumored that Qiao Yun was deeply disfavored? Why would Nan Jun be willing to stand up for him?

Qi Zhanyu, though domineering, was no fool. He knew something about the affairs of the imperial family. Nan Jun had always suspected the Queen of having murdered Du Guijun and bore a grudge against the Qiao family. He had never imagined that Nan Jun would now be willing to protect the son of her father’s murderer.

Nan Jun’s words, “waiting for his wife’s favor,” stung Qi Zhanyu’s heart. He had known why the Third Princess had married him, but he hadn’t expected him to be so unrestrained in his presence. With the increasing number of young servants in the palace, he no longer had the energy to argue with Nan An.

Now, he only held the title of Third Prince. How could he be any better than Qiao Yun?

Seeing Qi Zhanyu’s eyes suddenly become lonely, Nan Jun had no intention of arguing with him. She just took Qiao Yun in her arms and walked through the crowd and sat in her own seat.

Shuang’er followed behind the two of them, his big eyes full of admiration for the Eighth Princess. His own young master was speechless by the Third Prince with just a few words, but she didn’t expect that the Eighth Princess would turn the Third Prince into an eggplant hit by frost with just one sentence. The Eighth Princess was the most powerful.

“Are you okay?”

Nan Jun let go of Qiao Yun and naturally stuffed the tribute oranges on the table into his hands.

“Thank you, my wife…”

Qiao Yun clenched the oranges in his hand and whispered a thank you.