TBTAMN Chapter 121

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 3) Chapter 121(36)

“Wang Jun must have been exhausted last night. Shuang’er, why don’t you go to the kitchen and see if they can prepare something delicious for him?”

Anfeng, wanting to tease Shuang’er, joked.

“Tired? How can sleeping make you tired?”

Shuang’er blinked his innocent eyes at An Feng, looking like a well-behaved baby who didn’t understand anything.

An Yu was afraid that An Feng would tease Shuang’er again. Shuang’er was an innocent child who didn’t understand anything and might say something shocking again, so she quickly pulled Shuang’er away.

“Come on, I’ll go with you.”

“But Sister Anfeng hasn’t said anything yet about why the young master… no, why Wang Jun is tired!”

“It was the master and Wang Jun… who made up for their wedding night last night…”

What does it mean to “make up for the wedding night”?

“It’s…it’s…they performed the husband-wife ceremony…”

“Husband and wife ceremony?”

Shuang’er kept asking questions like a curious child, and even the most thick-skinned person couldn’t resist.

Finally, when An Yu mustered up the courage to silence Shuang’er’s chattering little mouth with her lips, Shuang’er blushed and quieted down.

“That’s how it is…”

It was also An Yu’s first time kissing a boy, so she had no experience and blushed bright red.

Shuang’er covered his lips, unable to believe that he had been molested.

But… it seems that feeling isn’t so hard to accept, and there… it seems there’s even a shameful reaction there.

Shuang’er dared not ask any more questions, and was pulled into the kitchen by An Yu in a daze.

“Young Master Lian…”

An Yu suddenly released Shuang’er’s hand and bowed to the man standing inside.

Lian Qing raised an eyebrow at An Yu, nodded, and wore his usual smile.

“Has the Eighth Princess woken up? Lian Qing specially brewed a soup for her, and I’m just about to take it over!”

Shuang’er’s blushing face immediately fell, and he lowered his head unhappily. Because of his young master, he disliked the man in front of him very much.

“Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Lian. However, Wang Jun is still sleeping, and my master is reluctant to disturb him. She is staying in the room with him and has specially ordered me and Shuang’er to prepare food for Wang Jun to help him recover.”

Even a fool could understand what An Yu meant: the Eighth Princess and the Prince had shared a room last night; the Eighth Princess was very protective of the Prince and hadn’t wanted to wake him even at this hour; the Eighth Princess had specifically ordered that the Prince be given nourishing food, suggesting that last night must have been quite a ordeal…

Lian Qing’s face flushed red and then turned pale, and he didn’t even bother with the soup he had just made. Before anyone could react, he hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.

Shuang’er happily skipped to An Yu’s side, gently poking An Yu’s arm with his little hand. When she looked over, he gave her a sweet smile, which melted An Yu’s heart.

Before An Yu could give any instructions, the person in charge of the kitchen busied himself with making preparations.

“The master and Wang Jun are overjoyed. We should do our best to nourish Wang Jun’s body and hope that Wang Jun will soon give birth to a little princess for our household.”

“Thank you for your kind words, Steward Zhang.”

An Yu smiled and spoke to the steward, while Shuang’er waited obediently to the side.

“Oh! And this soup, Young Master Lian…”

“The master and Wang Jun probably don’t like the smell of mutton, so they’ve given it to the sisters…”

How could An Yu serve soup made by another man to her master in front of Shuang’er?

Moreover, this man is malicious; who knows if the soup is clean or not? It would be a loss if it upsets the master’s stomach.

An Yu watched as everyone prepared, and Shuang’er followed behind An Yu, skipping and jumping, looking extremely happy.

In no time, the news that the Eighth Princess had favored the Prince spread like wildfire, throwing the entire Eighth Princess’s mansion into chaos.

After all, those sycophantic servants had made things difficult for Qiao Yun before, especially Shuang’er, who would often be met with cold faces whenever she went to fetch something.

Now that Wang Jun has suddenly become favored, it is said that Wang Jun’s little servant is also receiving special care from An Yu in the kitchen. They are naturally afraid that the Eighth Princess will punish them for this.

The most furious of all was Lian Qing. He hurriedly left the kitchen and returned to the courtyard with a pale face, locking himself inside and refusing to see anyone.

“Young Master? Young Master Lian… are you alright?”

Hongliu stood anxiously outside the door, stamping his feet as he asked the doorway.

But there was no movement from the person inside the room, which made the servants outside the door very anxious.

Young Master Lian is usually not talkative, but he is very generous to his servants. The servants who serve him closely have long been bribed by him.

Lian Qing was quite cunning. He lived alone in the Eighth Princess’s Mansion and could only live a better life by relying on the few servants who served him closely.

Moreover, by using Nan Jun’s money to win people’s hearts, Lian Qing would not lose anything.

“Brother Hongliu, what should we do? Young Master Lian… could something have happened to him?”

A young servant, his eyes red, looked at Hongliu with extreme fear in his heart.

Everyone says that Young Master Lian is the Eighth Princess’s savior, and if something happens to Young Master Lian, they will probably all be buried with him.

Hongliu frowned and shook his head: “Young Master Lian is probably feeling bad!”

He had just gone outside to get some snacks and had heard about the Eighth Princess and the Prince consummating their marriage. He could understand why the young master didn’t want to see anyone at the moment.

Lian Qing leaned against the headboard, tears streaming down his cheeks and onto the hem of his clothes, creating a unique, blurred pattern.

He went to great lengths to move into the Eighth Princess’s mansion, so how did Qiao Yun, who was clearly not favored at all, suddenly become favored?

Why is that?

Lian Qing was unwilling, his eyes red and his lips bitten, his face full of ruthlessness.

Qiao Yun, since that’s the case, don’t blame me for being ruthless.

Meanwhile, Qiao Yun, who was already the object of envy, was still fast asleep, his already pretty face becoming even more delicate under the nourishment of the sun.

Nan Jun leaned against the headboard, one hand supporting her head, the other carefully tracing the little one’s eyebrows and eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips, her eyes overflowing with doting affection.

A single encounter with the spring breeze and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world.

“Um……”

The aches and pains in his body caused the little one in his sleep to let out a soft moan. Nan Jun paused, and seeing that the little one was still asleep, she slipped her hand under the covers.

The smooth texture made Nan Jun’s heart flutter, but remembering how he cried and begged for mercy last night, Nan Jun forcefully suppressed the heat and focused on massaging his lower back.

Qiao Yun snuggled closer to Nan Jun, following the direction of the hand, and pursed her lips comfortably, even letting out a couple of soft moans.

“You little devil, I should have taken you in sooner.”

Nan Jun sighed helplessly, but didn’t dare to stop her hands, continuing to massage Qiao Yun.

When Qiao Yun woke up, he raised his hand to rub his eyes, and his fair, bare arm came into view, making the little guy freeze instantly.